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

o?O?

Harry Potter has always been a focus of attention in the wizarding world as the famous savior.

Hmm... He often appears in people's conversations, but almost no one knows his true situation.

And for those who know certain secrets, the same applies to Angell.

According to the confessions of the captured Death Eaters, a few days before he went to the Potters' house, which was also a few days before his death, the Dark Lord personally sent his infant child to the Malfoys' house.

Yes, personally.

How incredible...

Some people suspect that the child is actually the child of a mysterious person, which is frankly absurd.

A mysterious person will fall in love with a woman, have a child with her, and even show great affection for the child...

Rather than believe that, they would rather believe that all Death Eaters are under the Imperius Curse.

But what other explanation is there?

Especially after seeing Angell's eyes, countless people believed this rumor.

But... are they really going to kill an infant for a mere suspicion in their hearts?

If they actually did that, how would they be any different from the mysterious man?

So in the end, Angor's existence became something that those in the wizarding world who knew the secret never spoke of.

Since the mysterious man is already dead... let this child live on as Angel Malfoy!

Hmm... but we still need to be more careful!

However, ten years have passed, and the wizarding world has remained peaceful. This peaceful life has led most people to forget the pain once the wounds have healed.

—They haven't forgotten the wizarding war; to be precise, they're avoiding mentioning it to prevent themselves from falling into panic again.

However, this tranquility was destined to be broken.

“I remember who he is…” Cornelius Fudge looked at the photograph in his hand in the Minister of Magic’s office, his voice trembling slightly.

This photo was not treated with any special chemicals, so the person in the photo is not moving.

It was a boy with delicate features. He was in Diagon Alley, pushing a cart and following behind his parents.

Just looking at this photo, many people would feel sorry for the boy following behind, especially compared to the boy in front who is walking between his parents and talking to his mother.

But after remembering Angel's background, when looking at this photo again, one's attention is drawn entirely to his blood-red eyes.

He had a perfectly normal expression, and there was no emotion in his eyes, but perhaps because the shadow left by the Dark Lord was too heavy, and the boy was very likely the son of the Demon Lord, a subconscious feeling of fear began to grow.

"So today, you rushed to see me just to talk about this child?"

Across from him, Dumbledore picked up his cup of black tea and took a casual sip.

Fudge took a deep breath: "Mr. Dumbledore, you came here the moment you received my letter, which shows that you also value this child!"

"If he really is the mysterious man's child... no one knows what he will do in the future!"

But Dumbledore remained nonchalant: "Your tea is far too weak. If you'd like me to have afternoon tea with you here again, I suppose... you could add some more sugar!"

"Dumbledore!"

"Sigh... don't be in such a hurry, Fudge. I don't think we need to make everyone panic over a little wizard who hasn't even entered Hogwarts yet."

“Angol’s performance so far has been completely unconventional…”

"Unless you're not so extreme as to take the fact that a poor child running away from home due to parental neglect as evidence that he might become the next Voldemort!"

If Angell could see Fudge now, he would undoubtedly offer his sharp critique—he's become a red-hot idiot.

Yes, that's exactly what Fudge looks like now.

“Dumbledore, I hope you can take this matter seriously. Angor is no longer an infant; he has his own thoughts and will soon be entering Hogwarts.”

"So what do you want to say to me by writing to me? You don't just want to emphasize Angor's importance in front of me, do you?" Dumbledore remained as unhurried as ever.

"Take it seriously, Dumbledore! At Hogwarts, I hope you will pay attention to this child and devote more attention to him!"

"We can't treat him like an ordinary student, absolutely not!"

Dumbledore stood up from his chair: "Of course I will value this child, not only after the start of the school year, but even now..."

"If you hadn't written to say you wanted to talk to me, I'd be in Diagon Alley right now, buying ice cream with that kid!"

"However... based on his performance so far, at least in terms of personality, he's much better than that man who's supposedly his father!"

As Dumbledore Apparated away, Fudge still felt that something was off.

If Angell were here again, he would look at him with pity and tell him, "You've been tricked by Dumbledore!"

The afternoon was drawing to a close, and when Dumbledore arrived at the Leaky Cauldron, many guests were sitting at the tables having dinner.

He looked around but couldn't find Angell as he hoped.

He had seen his picture and knew what he looked like... To be honest, he didn't think the boy looked much like Tom Riddle.

Every time he saw Tom Riddle, he felt very uncomfortable. The boy in front of him seemed too aggressive and wary and hostile towards everything around him.

But Angell is different. He gives people a much more indifferent feeling, as if he doesn't care about anything. The few photos he has are all in the corners of the crowd. If you don't look for him deliberately, it is difficult to find him in the photos.

After looking at just a few photos, Dumbledore was able to tell that this was probably an introverted child.

He didn't consider the possibility that Angell was so cunning as to be able to deceive him—if that were the case, it would be terrifying!

He lingered on the first floor of the bar for a while, and just as he was about to ask someone for help, Old Tom came up to him.

"Mr. Dumbledore, what brings you here? Would you like something to drink?"

Dumbledore shook his head: "I'd rather go out for a hot cocoa... Oh, in this weather, perhaps an iced one would be better!"

"I'm here to see Angell. Do you know where he is?"

Old Tom nodded: "Then you've come at a very inopportune time. Just two minutes ago, Angell left here and went into Diagon Alley. He said he was going to Gringotts to get some money!"

"Gringotts... I understand!"

Dumbledore left the Leaky Cauldron through the back door.

The sky was already quite dark, with warm colors layered upon each other, gradually transitioning from bright orange to deep red, and then spreading to a faint purple on the horizon.

In the warm yellow light, a small figure stood in front of a brick wall, holding a magic wand.

"Count two more horizontally... here?"

This wasn't actually the first time Dumbledore had met Ingres.

But the last time he saw Angel, Angel was just a baby, not even awake from his sleep.

—Due to the effects of the soul fusion, Angel spent most of his time sleeping before the age of five, and his activity level was extremely low.

Seeing the boy awkwardly open the passage to Diagon Alley, Dumbledore then stepped forward.

Hearing footsteps behind him, Angell turned around, glanced at him, but quickly lowered his head, as if he didn't want to talk to strangers, and entered the passage.