I, the Dark Lord, will definitely be a good principal!

This was the first time that Angle, Draco, Harry, Hermione, and Ron had ridden together on the Hogwarts Express.

"It's so cool!"

Ron held the wand that Angor had made himself, which would continuously emit magical fireworks once it came into contact with magic, and his face was filled with barely suppressed excitement.

"Does that mean you can make wands and sell them for money?" He looked intently at Angor.

Angel's expression was one of utter helplessness: "No! Selling wands requires registering a wand shop. Every wizard's wand is registered, and we cannot trade them privately."

"Otherwise, those who were expelled or whose wands were broken could simply buy another wand."

Ron sighed in disappointment, "I thought..."

Angor couldn't help but laugh: "I can make extra money by selling wands without any threads at school? Come on, if I actually did that, people from the Ministry of Magic would rush into Hogwarts in a panic!"

"I haven't learned how to add threads to wands yet, which means that all the wands I make are illegal and basically have to be destroyed."

"Hmm... Unless it's one of these, which can't be used to cast spells properly and is only good for playing with—no one would be so idle as to bother with a wand that just keeps releasing magical fireworks."

“I think Fred and George would be interested…”

Ron had barely finished speaking when a voice came from outside the carriage—

What would we be interested in?

Fred and George poked their heads in.

There were five people in the carriage, plus five large boxes, three owls, two cats (Hermione had bought Crookshanks in Diagon Alley beforehand), and a mouse; they simply couldn't squeeze in any more.

“This is it—” Ron showed them the wand he was holding.

"It's so much fun! You can launch magical fireworks in an instant without even having to chant a spell."

Fred and George exchanged a glance, their faces showing great interest.

They took the wand from Ron's hand, and the next moment, brilliant magical fireworks, clearly visible even in daylight, burst open in the carriage.

“Perhaps—” Fred said.

“Yes—” George said.

“If this thing could be mass-produced—” they said in unison.

"We can just swap everyone's wands, and then when someone has a duel, they can shoot fireworks at each other!"

"Putting everything else aside..." Angell said, "If this kind of thing could be mass-produced, Filch would be keeping a close eye on me all the time!"

"Hmm...maybe you'll like this one more!"

Angel took another wand out of his bag.

"What will happen if I use it to make magic?" Harry asked expectantly.

"It will bounce up and relentlessly strike the head of anyone trying to cast a spell with it..."

Angell was also very curious about how he had come up with such a thing.

And he also has one of these inexplicable things...

However, replicating this specific effect is completely impossible.

As expected, after learning about the wand's effects, Fred and George became very interested in it.

A few seconds later, the wand began to strike Fred's head wildly.

George watched excitedly from the side, then turned to Angel and said, "How about we discuss it? You sell this thing to us?"

Looking at the scene before him, Angel couldn't help but laugh, and he shook his head.

"It's not worth it. This isn't a magic trick; it's a wand, and as a failed product, it should be destroyed. Even if I keep it, I shouldn't sell it."

Fred and George looked disappointed, but Angell continued:

"But if you get caught by Filch while you're playing in the hallway, you can say you stole it and it won't implicate me..."

Fred and George ran away, being tapped by the wand.

"Angol, let us see what else you've made!"

Harry squeezed next to Angor, his face full of longing.

Draco was on the other side of Angor, and he had a similar expression on his face.

Throughout the entire carriage, only Hermione showed no interest in the failed wands; she was flipping through a thick, dictionary-like book.

"By the way, Harry, did you receive our birthday presents?" Draco asked curiously after lunch, which was dessert on the train. "So, did you use those things to deal with those Muggles?"

At this, Harry's eyes lit up: "Got it, that's fantastic!"

"Dali ate burp candy and burped all day long!"

“I also hid the nose-biting teacup in their tea set cabinet. When Aunt Penny went to get the tea set that day, the cup jumped up and bit her nose. She screamed for a whole hour!”

"What's even more amazing is that they didn't know it was a joke product; they thought I had cast a spell on those things—they didn't know that students can't use magic outside of school!"

Harry looked radiant as he said this.

He really loved these things.

What could be more enjoyable than playing pranks on the Dursleys?

"I had no idea there were so many magical joke products. I went to that store when I went to Diagon Alley the other day, and it was absolutely fantastic!"

"By the way, when I went to Diagon Alley, I also saw a wanted poster for an unidentified dark wizard."

"Does that mean... the Ministry of Magic didn't even know his identity? Professor Dumbledore didn't tell them?"

"Whether or not Professor Dumbledore told the Ministry that the dark wizard was the Man of Void, who would be willing to announce the Man of Void's return in the current favorable situation?"

Hermione closed the book and joined their conversation.

"Moreover, Voldemort only has a soul now. Professor Dumbledore told me at the end of last term that the Philosopher's Stone was just bait they prepared, and they had made very thorough preparations there to wait for Voldemort."

“Even if Voldemort takes the Philosopher’s Stone, he won’t be able to use it to regain his powers!” Harry said.

"What?!" Draco exclaimed in surprise.

Angel sighed helplessly: "Judging from my memory, I was already under Quirrell's Imperius Curse before we went to protect the Philosopher's Stone."

"He just wanted to trick Harry into going there, after all, Voldemort hated Harry the most!"

A brief silence fell over the carriage as everyone stared at Angell in shock.

Angel shrugged. "Don't look at me like that. I had a memory lapse that afternoon. This summer I learned about the spell. It says that people controlled by the Imperius Curse are unaware of what they are doing."

Draco nodded in agreement with Angell's words at this moment: "I also went through the books in the house, and there was an introduction to this spell, which said... sigh... if we had been more determined, that kind of thing wouldn't have happened!"

The atmosphere suddenly became heavy.

“He didn’t say that…” Ron frowned, clearly recalling an unpleasant memory.

“During the time when the mysterious man was at the height of his power, many adult wizards were controlled by that spell, so it’s normal that you couldn’t resist it.”

“This is what my father told me. He said… Mr. Malfoy also claimed that he was controlled by the Imperius Curse. He didn’t believe it before, but now… he’s starting to believe it a little.”

"I think we should change our clothes first, we're almost at the station... Let's go out first and let Hermione change!"

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Easter Egg (Tom Riddle's Diary)

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[Date: [A certain day in second grade]]

In the second year at Hogwarts, everything became even more interesting.

I gradually made a name for myself in Slytherin, and they began to respect me as they were supposed to.

Yes, that's how it should be.

My snake talk is a special and mysterious ability. Whenever I use it, I can see surprise and fear in the eyes of those around me.

Parsleyan... I've heard it's a unique ability of the founder of Slytherin.

Those snakes, they obeyed my commands, slithered in the shadows of the castle, and brought me all sorts of news.

Through them, I can learn many secrets that others don't know, and I really enjoy that feeling.

My magical skills are also constantly improving. In class, while those fools are still struggling with a simple magic spell, I can already easily cast more complex spells.

I'm growing to like this school more and more.

Now, I have my own little circle in Slytherin... Those pure-blood family scions who once looked down on me are now all around me, eager to gain my favor.

Seeing the awe in their eyes, I knew I enjoyed it...

However, I will not be satisfied with this... This is not enough, far from enough.

I've heard about the secret chamber; it will be the key to realizing my true ambitions...