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

1991, August 31, づ?ど, morning.

Angell looked at the letter in his hand, unsure of what to say for a moment.

The letter was delivered by an owl, which woke him up early this morning with a knocking sound on the glass, robbing him of a long-awaited nap.

After receiving the letter, Angel didn't rush to open it. Instead, he went downstairs to have breakfast, and now this is what happened.

For the sake of his health, Angell lived a very healthy lifestyle.

Let your body realize who is in charge of it. Let whoever wants to do it do it; he won't.

—If he dares to try, his body will force him to experience what it means to be forcibly shut down.

"Tell me, what is Draco really thinking?"

This was the first letter he received as Ingres.

"You'll know if you open it and take a look."

Angell didn't really care about his discouraging remarks and continued opening the letter.

"It's really strange, considering we've always tried to ignore him, minimize contact, and treat him like he doesn't exist..."

“Things were fine a few years ago, but lately, it seems like he’s always deliberately trying to get close to me, and it’s even gotten to the point of causing trouble.”

"And now..."

The letter was opened, and its contents were revealed.

"I hope the letter arrives in time. I'm sorry about what happened before. I won't be so reckless next time."

“I still want to talk to you about this… I don’t know why you left home, or what they said to you.”

"But if it's really like the rumors say, and it's because they forbid you from studying Muggle economics, thinking that having such thoughts is a disgrace to the surname, then I think I don't really care about that."

"This might sound a bit confusing to you, but I really don't care that much about bloodlines... Come to think of it, the Malfoy family has been able to maintain its current status more because of money than because of our bloodline."

"There's no need to make a big deal out of contacting them; we can definitely use them to do a lot of things."

"Aren't the Weasleys purebloods too?"

Upon seeing this, Angell smiled inexplicably.

However, the fact that Draco could understand these things about pure-blood and half-blood... Angel felt that Lucius must be the mastermind behind it all.

Yes, I'm absolutely certain.

As for whether Lucius cares about these things... Angell personally thinks he cares more about money.

Draco's letter wasn't finished yet; there was only one paragraph left.

"Actually, what I really wanted to say is that I still hope you can get into Slytherin. Don't worry, I'll protect you at Hogwarts!"

Angell: "...?"

He said...he would protect me?

"That seems to be the case at present."

"That……"

"Don't you want to act anymore?"

Angell wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt that Vold's tone conveyed a sense of despair when he said those words.

"How should I put it? It seems... a bit embarrassing..."

Because during the first ten years at Malfoy Manor, he didn't put on an act in front of Draco.

Suddenly they started acting...how embarrassing!

But he quickly came to a realization.

“We can try a different approach when we're with him… well, we don’t take the initiative, we guide him to fill in the blanks in his mind…”

"Anyway, he was able to make up for so much when I didn't do anything before, right?"

"That's right, isn't there a saying that self-deception is the most fatal flaw?"

vold: "..."

His words, "So you still have some shame after all," stuck in his throat, and he couldn't swallow them down.

Angell opened a chocolate frog.

"To be honest, I'm actually looking forward to Hogwarts... in my past life... that is, Xu Congwei's life. I read Harry Potter when I was in elementary school."

"It's a very early version, and the person on the cover is really ugly."

"But I still watched it over and over again. Later in middle school, when the pressure was so great that I wanted to die, I would still sigh and say that they lived such an easy life."

"So easy that you'll have to face a terrorist organization at the end of the school year." Vold switched to sarcasm mode again.

“I mean ordinary students at Hogwarts.”

"Back then, all I ever wanted was to be an ordinary student at Hogwarts; the idea of ​​becoming a savior was too far-fetched..."

"Yeah, I hated Voldemort with a vengeance back then, but who knew that my soul would transmigrate here and..."

They are just different personalities, but their souls and memories are the same, so Vold also has that memory.

When Vold recalled the Voldemort jokes Xu Congwei had made back then, he didn't know what to say for a moment.

What is this called... my soul and the soul of the person I hate the most, crossing over into one body?

Moreover, their souls merged, and the personality dominated by Xu Congwei's consciousness had to think from Voldemort's perspective...

Don't even mention it, it was actually pretty fun!

What can you do even if you hate it?

It's all about who you are and who you think!

Carlotta Pinkstone (1922–present)

"what?"

"Chocolate Frog Cards"

Vold's attention returned to reality, and he saw the card in Angel's hand.

It was a witch in a green robe, glaring at the person outside the card with a very displeased expression.

“Oh… that activist who advocates abolishing the International Wizarding Federation’s Secrecy Act and informing Muggles that magic is real, Chocolate Frog’s cards really do feature all sorts of people, which is completely contrary to mainstream thought,” Angor said.

"But I support her; wizards also need their own nuclear weapons."

"Hey……"

Angor was somewhat surprised. Even though he had clearly realized that the Dark Lord was only obsessed with power and authority, he never expected that Vold would say such a thing.

"Your thinking is a typical example of brainwashing. It's not in line with mainstream values, so why is it necessarily wrong?"

"At least on this matter, there's no need to bow to the mainstream ideology of the wizarding world; we need magic that can counter those weapons..."

"No, why are you suddenly worried about the country and its people?" someone asked incredulously.

"Actually, we don't need to be so nervous. After all, we can directly modify a person's memory... By manipulating the upper echelons of the country and those capitalists, we can completely control the Muggle world from the root."

"They have data backups, and modifications can be retrieved via the network."

"We can interfere with the operation of Muggle machines."

"Where radar cannot locate, that is where artillery shells can reach."

“You won…” Angel fell silent.

"Either our magic advances further, or their technology stops developing, or... we can control the power of technology."

"Otherwise, the wizarding world will only become fish on a chopping board. I have no doubt that we will become the kings of the wizarding world, so I cherish this world..."

"And, there are just too many unknown territories. Wouldn't it be better if we could control even the Muggle world?"

Angell sat silently on the bed. After a long while, he sighed.

"To be honest, sometimes I really want to separate you from me."

"Aren't you the Dark Lord? Didn't you want to tyrannically rule the wizarding world? Why are you suddenly going to save the world?"

"how about you?"

Angell was taken aback. Compared to Vold, whose goals were clear, he had far too many things he wanted to do.

“I don’t have that much ambition… When I was still Hsu Tsung-wei, I was always pushing myself to move forward.”

"Before my soul merges with yours, to be honest, I still want to be an ordinary person in this world, observing the development of all things, and being a happy outsider."

"but now……"

"Ok?"

"The reason I hated you so much back then was ultimately because I envied you. I hated my family and hated my birth, but they still gave me a little love, and so I fell for them."

"Now I also want to stand on the mountaintop..."

"Looking down on the world."

"Not only supreme power, but also the mysteries of magic, and the ends of the world."

"I want to see, and then take control."

"Together we will."

Vold laughed, and the laughter grew louder and louder. He saw Angell walk up to the mirror and look into his own eyes.

The water was turned on, and the cool water splashed onto my face.

Through the window, moonlight shone on his fair skin, giving it a faint bluish glow, and glistening water droplets rolled slowly down his neck.

For them, having their arms wrapped around each other is equivalent to giving a hug.

He laughed, and he laughed too.