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

Chapter 3...sorry.

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As Draco looked at the boy lying on the ground, feeling helpless and wondering what he had done to cause this situation, the boy suddenly opened his eyes.

He was Malfoy's adopted son, and naturally, he didn't look like anyone else.

He had blood-red eyes and brilliant golden hair that hadn't been trimmed in a while, the ends of which touched his shoulders, but looked very smooth.

Perhaps due to the effects of the soul fusion ten years ago, his face has always been pale, and even his lips are bloodless.

When he sits still in one place, he looks like a pale, delicate doll.

The "doll" moved, reached out, and suddenly grabbed the neck of the boy squatting beside it.

Perhaps due to his extreme surprise, Draco was unable to break free for a moment.

Magic surged within the reading room. Angor's lips curled into a smile, and the next moment, Draco felt a surge of power within his body that he could not control.

Angor, who was observing from the sidelines, pursed his lips, somewhat surprised by Vold's detailed control over magic.

He actually... caused Draco's magic to go berserk!

All I can say is that he truly lived up to his reputation as the former Dark Lord.

He had regained control of his body, but Angor was far from happy, even though Vold's voice was already ringing in his ears:

"Look, now that the magic has surged, he won't even remember what you did to him!"

Angell: "..."

"Then what do you mean by... dragging me along... into a magical outburst...?!" His voice was broken and intermittent.

It was so uncomfortable; a metallic sweet taste filled my mouth, and I felt dizzy all over.

Before falling into a coma, Vold's slightly guilty voice rang out:

"Cough... Isn't this just a matter of limited ability? Don't worry, this level of magical surge will only make you feel uncomfortable for a moment..."

Angell: "..."

Is that why you're in such a hurry to give my body back to me?

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When Angell woke up, it was still light outside, but he was certain that it was no longer July 24th.

He was very clear about the condition of his own body.

He was in a room on the second floor of his manor. Apart from the lack of natural light, the room was actually quite nice in every other respect.

Now, although he was covered with a blanket, he was still wearing the same clothes as before—in the middle of summer, he was covered with sweat and felt sticky and uncomfortable.

It was obviously Dobby who brought him back... The Malfoys are still the same; they're only willing to do some superficial things with him, and then they completely let him do as he pleases.

Even if they do their best for him, they won't have an easy time in the future, considering they won't give the diary to Vold.

Angel got out of bed and went into the bathroom. While taking a shower, he thought—

If the Malfoys treat him well, then he'll be in a really difficult position.

He went to the kitchen, asked Dobby for some bread, and Angell ate it as he walked toward the library.

For him, there was nothing more lovely in the world than these books.

Both he and Vold yearn for great power.

But when they entered the library, it was already occupied.

Angel pursed his lips, somewhat surprised.

“Mother, it’s a pleasure to see you here,” he said calmly.

Indeed, it had been quite a while since they had spoken face-to-face like this.

Narcissa pursed her lips, nodded, and looked Angel up and down.

It's strange... If we exclude this magical surge, why does it feel like she hasn't seen this child in a long time?

He's always lived in the manor...

"I remember saying that we should not eat in the hallway, and we should not leave any food scraps."

Angel nodded readily, "I won't do it again next time."

Well, next time for sure... As long as Narcissa or Lucius don't see it, nothing will happen, and he won't drop any breadcrumbs anyway.

Wasting study time on elegant dining in a restaurant... forget it, it's a waste of life!

Narcissa looked at him, and for some reason, she felt inexplicably irritated.

Maybe it's because of those eyes...

There was none of a child's innocence, nor the cautiousness of someone living under someone else's roof; on the contrary...

It looks like that person!

Startled by her own thoughts, Narcissa shook her head and looked at the boy in front of her again.

Do you remember what happened that day?

Angell knew what Narcissa was asking, and a look of confusion naturally appeared on his face:

"That day? Was it before I fell into a coma?"

As he spoke, he observed Narcissa's expression to make sure she was unaware that her body had choked her son.

It seems Draco really doesn't remember what happened that day...

When it comes to money, Vold is still the most reliable option!

“I think I remember… um, I was reading in the reading room, then Draco came in, and then I don’t know what happened…”

Narcissa nodded: "It seems that one of you experienced a magical outburst, which then affected the magic of another person, but fortunately it didn't cause any major problems."

"But Draco said you were looking at magic that's only accessible to older students at Hogwarts?"

Angel nodded quite calmly—in fact, he had thought about how to explain himself if people noticed that he was reading such profound books, but now Draco had presented him with a ready-made reason.

He looked up, a hint of expectation on his face: "Yes, Mother, I started studying on my own a few years ago. I believe that after entering Hogwarts, I will not bring shame to the Malfoy family!"

Narcissa frowned even more deeply, gave a cold snort, and turned to leave.

Angell's expectation turned into astonishment, followed by a hint of dejection.

Only after Narcissa's figure completely disappeared from the library did he return to his usual expressionless face.

"Phew... I really have to thank Draco this time!"

He tiptoed, took the book he hadn't finished reading from the shelf, and walked into the reading room, then naturally locked the door behind him.

"Why have you been so quiet for so long..."

"I don't want to speak until I can unleash the Unforgivable Curse!"

"Fine……"

Don't you feel too stifled?

"...Aside from not providing me with any emotional support, they didn't do anything to us, did they?"

"But I told them that if anything happened to me, they should give the diary to Angell!"

"Calm down, we still need the Malfoy family's money."