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

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The Leaky Cauldron was as noisy as ever.

Because the items carried when using Floo Powder to travel between fireplaces had to be carried by hand, the box in Angor's hand slammed heavily to the ground as soon as he left the fireplace.

The sound was really loud...

Even the Leaky Cauldron bar fell silent for a moment.

While the Traceless Stretch Charm can pack a lot of things into a small box, it cannot offset the weight of those things.

Facing dozens of gazes fixed on him, Angor nonchalantly stood up from the ground, dusted himself off, and took out his wand.

"Wingardim Leviosa!"

The box remained completely still.

Angor's face flushed slightly. He waved his wand again, but this time, it still had no effect.

"Your acting made me a little embarrassed," Vold said quietly.

“Stop talking, I have a little too…” Angor replied through gritted teeth, while waving his wand again, “Yugadimmleviosa!”

Fortunately, this time it finally succeeded. The box floated up slightly before crashing heavily to the ground again.

Angor began to glance around out of the corner of his eye, while mentally saying to Vold:

"It's not normal for a young wizard who hasn't even started school yet to be able to use a levitation charm to make something this heavy fly. How can people be so cold-blooded these days..."

"Is there not a single kind person in this world?"

"At this time of day, most of the people here are dark wizards..." Vold said with a hint of helplessness.

Just when Angel was about to give up, someone finally reached out to help the child who had suddenly appeared there in the middle of the night.

"It's getting late, child. Why are you here all alone?"

Seeing the person appear before him, Angel breathed a slight sigh of relief.

He knew this man, Old Tom, the owner of the Leaky Cauldron.

Upon seeing this person, Vold let out a cold snort, clearly disliking the name.

Although he doesn't really like his current name.

Angell turned his head to the side, knowing full well that he couldn't move it, but still gripped the handle of the box awkwardly.

Yes, he was quite certain that even if he made a slight fuss, no one would think anything of him.

In fact, it is true.

Under the light, a slight blush appeared on the boy's pale face. Although he looked awkward, he appeared exceptionally cute.

"You really know how to pick a shell for yourself!" Angor recalled the benefits of beauty that the Dark Lord had once enjoyed.

"Cough cough..."

Perhaps because Angell hadn't answered for so long, old Tom asked again, "Has something happened to you?"

Angell turned to look at him, suppressing his fear and using the superb acting skills of the Dark Lord, he put on a fierce but cowardly appearance.

“…This is none of your business. I have money. Help me carry the boxes upstairs, and I'll pay you.” He mimicked Draco’s tone.

Seeing Angor's condition, old Tom had already made his judgment. He sighed inwardly and wanted to help Angor carry the box, but...

He didn't bring it up either.

Laughter erupted in the dim light.

Angell's face turned even redder. He turned to look at the other people in the bar, looking fierce, but... no matter how you looked at him, he was just a cat with its fur standing on end.

"you……"

"If you say another word, I'll let you out so you can act."

vold promptly shut up.

Finally, with the help of the Levitation Charm, Old Tom was able to successfully carry the box up the stairs.

"Child, you have quite a lot of things in this box. Also, minors are not allowed to use magic outside of school."

He smiled and turned to look at Angell.

Angor looked up at him expressionlessly: "The Threads will be activated on our first train journey to Hogwarts, so my wand hasn't been detected at all."

But in Old Tom's eyes, his current demeanor was nothing more than a pretense of strength.

Yes, Angell's previous performance was very effective.

"Oh...you actually know this? But let me guess, you ran away from home, didn't you?"

Seeing the tension in Angel's expression, he couldn't help but laugh: "Don't worry, I won't tell your parents. The Leaky Cauldron welcomes every guest who wants to stay. By the way, kid, what's your name?"

"Angel Malfoy".

“Angol, uh… um…”

This was the third time today that Angell's box had been slammed to the ground, and the noise once again plunged the guests on the first floor into silence.

"Malfoy? Merlin..."

This seems to be the first time one of the Malfoy children has run away from home...

It's rare.

In the dim light, Tom looked Angel up and down and saw that although his clothes were stained and very simple in style, it was clear that both the materials and the workmanship were quite exquisite.

Well, that explains how the child managed to bring that enormous, heavy box into the fireplace.

The Malfoys will definitely have house-elves.

“I remember the Malfoys all have platinum blonde hair, it seems there’s been an accident this time!” He looked at Angel’s dazzling pure gold hair with a look of great interest.

"Alright, come with me. Your father should be coming to see you tomorrow!"

But Angel suddenly grabbed his hem: "Don't say it..."

Looking at the pitiful look on the child's face, old Tom rubbed his temples, feeling a bit of a headache.

Very good, now the situation is very clear, this child must have run away from home after arguing with his family!

"Okay, okay, I won't tell!"

As he spoke, he opened a door to a room and pushed Angell inside.

"Get some rest, I think you must be tired too!"

He put the key into Angell's hand and then closed the door.

Looking at the closed door, Angel was quite certain that Lucius would soon receive news that he had gone to the Leaky Cauldron.

Just now downstairs, although the light was dim, he still saw several familiar faces.

Although he always took pride in his bloodline, Lucius Malfoy maintained contact with the dark wizards in the shadows.

This connection isn't close, and the relationship isn't even particularly good; it's more like a purely transactional exchange where you pay me and I do things for you.

The Ministry of Magic was aware of this relationship, but as long as Lucius didn't go too far, they wouldn't offend their financial backer.

Although he had never accompanied Lucius to any social events, he had seen quite a few people since Malfoy Estate was often used as a banquet venue.

"Didn't you say before that once we arrive at Hogwarts, all we need to do is keep a low profile in everything we do?"

Angell shrugged: "That was indeed my initial plan, but look at what happened before..."

"I've been keeping a low profile enough, but trouble still found me."

"Moreover, many Death Eaters know that Voldemort entrusted a child to the Malfoy family to raise 10 years ago."

"Therefore, I can reasonably infer that someone will inform the Ministry of Magic of this information during the trial."

"In other words, Dumbledore must know..."

"Hmm, but Dumbledore probably never imagined that the Dark Lord would do something as shameful as acting cute..."

vold fell silent.

At this moment, Angell suddenly laughed:

"What's going on? Our brains are working normally right now. Could it be that Voldemort is the dominant personality in you, so your intelligence is just like his?"

vold: "..."

Angell sensed his speechlessness and laughed even harder.

But as he was laughing, he started coughing uncomfortably.

His health wasn't very good to begin with, and he usually avoided any unnecessary activities. Today, he had completely overexerted himself with the amount of exercise he did.

"Go to sleep first. Although I don't want to see you out there with that face, I have to say that if you want to use this mask to deceive Dumbledore, you have a lot of work to do tomorrow."

After sitting on the bed for a while to recover, Angell got up and went to the bathroom.

“My dear Vold, I think you could also put your acting skills to good use… I remember you haven’t been out for a while, have you?”

"vold...vold?"

There was no response whatsoever.

After drying his face, Angel lay down on the bed, completely oblivious to the fact that this was also part of his embarrassing past.

"When you were seducing those poor ladies, didn't you feel ashamed?"

"Don't worry, there's more to come. Just imagine acting cute in front of Dumbledore...it's exciting just thinking about it!"

vold: "..."

Was it just his imagination? Why did he feel like Angell seemed quite excited?

He searched his memories—but in the three memories he found none that he felt would lead Angell to have such thoughts.

Indeed, even with the same soul and the same memories, different personality compositions can have a significant impact on character.

Just then, Angel's voice rang out softly: "Are you trying to distract yourself?"

"Goodnight..." Vold abruptly ended the conversation.

Angell turned over in bed and suddenly fell into a deep sleep.

Vold sighed silently as he suddenly gained control of his body.

He could sense that Angell was really tired.

Yes, this body is really tired.

"Goodnight," he said to himself again.

The oil lamp in the room went out, plunging the room into darkness.