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

"...Will you spare my brother once I learn the spell?" Derek asked.

After realizing that he wasn't indifferent to everything, his courage seemed to vanish in an instant.

Angel nodded very sincerely: "Of course, if you hadn't yelled at me in the first place, I wouldn't have used the Unforgivable Curse on you... You got yourself into this mess..."

"This spell is actually not difficult, just like the Cruciatus Curse or the Fiery Inferno. The important thing is your heart."

Without giving Derek time to think, Angor summoned his house-elf.

As Angell called out, Bailey appeared in the room carrying a tray of food.

"Eat up. There's not much time left. If you can't do it, I'll slowly... use the Crucifixion on you. Let me think. If I use it continuously for an hour, the human body should be unable to withstand it and die."

After saying that, he left the room and locked the door from the outside.

It also has a curse attached to it.

just in case.

With only two days left of the holiday, on the first day, Angor went to Ollivander's wand shop in the morning and worked with Ollivander to complete another round of matching wood and wand cores.

Then in the afternoon, I said goodbye to Ollivander and returned to Malfoy Manor. I rested for a few hours before getting up to continue my struggle with holiday homework.

Angel admitted that he didn't try to coax Derek in a gentler way yesterday, but instead threatened him directly with the Cruciatus Curse, because his mood was severely affected by the paper.

Dumbledore alone assigned more homework than all the other Hogwarts professors combined!

Finally, today's extreme homework-catching exercise was too much for Angel's body, and he collapsed on the table for a short while before finishing.

Let's leave the rest for tomorrow...

Late at night, Angell was lost in thought.

…………

The last day of the Christmas holidays, at dusk.

Angell went into the room where Derek and his brother were locked up.

The boy, a year younger than him, had woken up and was sitting in the corner with his knees drawn up to his chest, his eyes filled with fear.

When he saw Angel open the door and come in, his body trembled slightly, as if someone had suddenly placed a cold hand on the back of his neck.

Derek sat at the table, still staring at it, seemingly on the verge of madness, completely oblivious to Angel's arrival.

The house-elf Bailey, under Angor's orders, had been keeping an eye on them almost the entire time. When he saw Angor enter, he excitedly began to bow.

"how's it going?"

Angor leaned against the doorframe, waved his wand, and Derek's chair spun halfway around the floor, so that he was facing him.

“I don’t have a wand,” Derek said with a grim face.

“Simple.” Angor tossed a magic wand over.

Holding the wand, a hint of joy, which he thought he had hidden well, flashed across Derek's face.

"I need to try it..."

Angell looked at him quietly.

Sure enough, the next moment, Derek pointed his wand at him and said, "Faint!"

The wand did not respond.

Derek's smile, which hadn't yet fully blossomed, froze on his face.

"How can this be……"

Seeing Derek's incredulous expression, the smile shifted to Angel's face.

"You're planning to use the wand I made against me?"

“You…” Derek was stunned.

The connection between Angor and the wands he made was stronger than that between any wandmaker and their wands.

Most wands simply don't want to attack their creators, but this reluctance is probably—

"What, you want me to attack my creator?" "How about we forget it?" "I still don't think it's a good idea." "But if you insist... well, fine."

When it came to Angell, it became—

"You want me to attack my creator?" "You need to know your place, little brother!" "Dream on! Get lost!"

This is a very illogical relationship, but... in a sense, it's also a kind of heredity (?).

Angell looked at him with a smile: "We're heading to Hogwarts tomorrow. I finally finished my homework so I could go to bed early tonight. I advise you to be more sensible."

Derek: "..."

The phrase "rushing to finish homework" seems particularly out of place here.

It's hard to imagine this word being listed alongside murder and the Cruciatus Curse.

At this point, Derek really couldn't understand what was going on with Angel.

The fact that he and his brother could be so easily kidnapped from their home is clearly not something an ordinary wizard could do.

Angor is only in his second year... No, he can't look at Angor with the same eyes as a normal Hogwarts student. It's been rumored in Slytherin that Angor has already completed all of Hogwarts' courses on his own, which is why Dumbledore made him study with him.

In short, the key question now is: what exactly does Angell want to do?

Derek had absolutely no clue.

The only clue is the magic that Angor made him learn...

Yes, Derek still wants to fight for his life.

Even now, he still believes that if an adult wizard discovers what Angor is doing, then he will be saved.

But now, Angell is urging him to start trying.

That magic...

Derek's face turned ugly.

Feel your own soul, then tear off a part of it and seal it in an object.

"Malfoy, can you tell me what you're trying to do? At least let me die knowing why!"

Angor placed a Galleon on the table and smiled at Derek: "I told you, we don't have much time. Or do you need a Cruciatus Curse to obey?"

"Now that you understand the spell, the part of your soul that split off won't die. In other words, you're not really dead. Let's begin."

Derek's face turned pale and then ashen, finally settling on a deathly gray.

Angell had no desire to communicate with him, shattering all his hopes.

He turned to look at his younger brother, who already understood what what was happening meant.

I hope... he can survive...

Derek gave a wry smile and gripped his wand tightly.

The creation of Horcruxes has begun.

Derek isn't Lucius; he's still in school and can't master an unfamiliar spell so quickly.

Therefore, it took him almost an hour to finally succeed.

As the incantation echoed, a cold, dark light enveloped the Galon that Derek and Angor had just placed on the table.

Galleon began to slowly absorb the fragments of Derek's soul that had split off.

They are merging.