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

11pm.

The first class is finally over.

Dumbledore picked up the now-cold red tea on the table, took a sip, and watched Angor pack his things, a satisfied smile involuntarily appearing on his face.

—In fact, Dumbledore already had high expectations for Ingres, but he never expected that Ingres could be such a genius.

He hadn't expected the class to last so long, but Angell's performance was just too good...

Moreover, the entire lesson consisted entirely of dry, theoretical principles.

It's already quite impressive that Angell was able to calm down and listen attentively, let alone the fact that he understood everything from his answers.

Dumbledore wanted to continue, but then he noticed that Angor's face had turned somewhat pale.

—By now, Angor was indeed struggling. After all, magic circles were still entirely new knowledge to him. Even though Dumbledore had found him a reference point that he could understand, that reference point itself was not simple…

Angle was quite certain that Dumbledore had seen him explaining logarithmic functions to Hermione earlier.

Well... the answer is that when he was at Malfoy Manor, he spent every day reading.

As for why those books were in Malfoy Manor, one could simply say that they were purchased by the owner.

"Go back and get some rest. Curfew is over now. If you run into Filch in the hallway, just tell him you just left me. He'll understand."

"Then tomorrow... at the same time, we'll try to build your first magic circle."

Angor had already packed his schoolbag. He nodded to Dumbledore, and was about to leave when he suddenly remembered something.

"Teacher, what if Umbridge puts me in solitary confinement again?"

Dumbledore thought for a moment, said "Wait a moment," and then got up and walked to a cabinet to the side.

Then, he took out a jar of sugar.

“These are the truancy candies that Filch confiscated last week. I took them because I thought they were interesting.”

"Once you eat it, you'll start vomiting blood in ten minutes... Of course, the blood is fake, but it's enough to fool Umbridge, after all, Professor Flitwick was fooled back then."

Angel took the jar of candy, a look of surprise on his face: "This..."

Dumbledore smiled at him: "It's nothing, Angle. After all, I also find Umbridge's reasons for confining people to solitary confinement quite absurd... I've never thought there was anything wrong with your hair. Go back now!"

Angel nodded, said goodbye again, and turned to leave Dumbledore's office.

"If she puts me in solitary confinement, I'll use a Cruciatus Curse and a Forgetfulness Curse alternately until the confinement ends."

"..."

"how?"

"Then wouldn't all this torture have been for nothing?"

Angell gasped, realizing that Vold had thought things through more thoroughly!

"What if she really puts us in solitary confinement? Now that you mention it, it feels like using a forgetting spell on her would be a huge waste..."

"Didn't Dumbledore just say that you should stage an accident to extort money?"

“But it’s me who’s suffering…” Angell stopped mid-sentence, as if he had suddenly thought of something, and his expression turned somewhat strange.

He could force Umbridge to eat this, then erase her memory, causing her to vomit blood uncontrollably, thus ending her confinement.

Wait a minute... Why not really beat Umbridge until she vomits blood?

Well... in the spirit of rehearsing a complete lesson, when he comes to Dumbledore's class tomorrow, he can ask about the use of the Forgetfulness Charm. After all, it's not a simple spell; it's even more difficult than the Patronus Charm.

vold: "..."

He was just about to say, "You want to turn this into a real show?" when Angell said:

"Sigh... But then again, if the Basilisk hadn't been released and hadn't trained any Dumbledore's Army in the school, giving the Ministry of Magic a handle to use against him, I really can't understand how Umbridge would have forced Dumbledore out of Hogwarts."

"Hogwarts can be considered Dumbledore's headquarters..."

Walking through the empty corridor, Angor went down the stairs and entered the Slytherin common room.

By this time, the common room was empty. In this era before smartphones, most people didn't have much of a life, well... at least most minors didn't.

Angel did not linger there; he returned to his dormitory, washed up, and went to bed.

He didn't continue thinking about "what exactly the Ministry of Magic was planning." He knew far too little information, and continuing to ponder the question would only be torturing himself.

—Angol suddenly felt a little hopeful that Umbridge would successfully lock him up in solitary confinement; at least that way, he could secretly use Legilimency on Umbridge.

The night was exceptionally peaceful.

Then, at breakfast the next day, Angor realized that things had not been peaceful at Hogwarts the night before, especially in Gryffindor.

Almost everyone had large dark circles under their eyes, and the resentment they exuded as they sat at the long table eating was almost tangible.

Soon, Angell heard what had happened.

"Umbridge took Filch to search the Gryffindor tower?!"

"I heard it's because the Weasley twins were setting off magical fireworks in front of Umbridge last night with an out-of-control wand."

"Then Umbridge got angry and tried to snatch the wand from their hands, but once she had the wand in her hand, it suddenly jumped up and kept hitting her on the head."

"Then Lee Jordan started throwing dung balls at them, and Umbridge yelled at them, but it didn't work; in fact, more and more people started throwing dung balls..."

Upon hearing this, Angel couldn't help but touch his nose, feeling slightly guilty.

He never expected that simply giving Fred and George some small toys would cause such a commotion!

But how should I put it... he's willing to give all his remaining failed attempts to Fred and George!

"Umbridge must be furious!"

"She was more than just furious; it took her a lot of effort to stop the wand... You wouldn't believe how disheveled she looked! She looked more like a toad than usual!"

"Unfortunately, she immediately transferred her incompetence to the entire Gryffindor House. She promptly took Filch and, under the pretext of clearing out contraband, searched the Gryffindor Tower."

"Go look at the Gryffindor house grades and you'll see just how brutal last night was..."

Although the speaker was referring to Gryffindor, there was a hint of pity in his tone.

As the saying goes, the enemy of my enemy is my friend.