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

Malfoy? (?_ ? _?)?

Ron paused for a moment, and his gaze toward Angor gradually became strange.

"You, say it again, what's your name?"

He jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

Angel gave him a strange look, as if he really knew nothing.

“Angol Malfoy, is it strange? You didn’t react this strongly when Harry was mentioned before.”

Harry watched from the side, with a similar expression to Angor.

Ron took a deep breath; his expression looked like he was choking on something, unable to catch his breath.

In his memory... or more precisely, in Mr. Weasley's complaints, there wasn't a single good person in the Malfoy family.

But given the current situation...

He didn't find Angell annoying.

Or perhaps, Ingres's "Malfoy" is not the "Malfoy" he thought he was?

As far as he knew, there was only one Malfoy in the British wizarding world, but that might not be the case in the Muggle world.

Ron thought about it more and more and it made more sense.

"Well...how should I put it..."

"Anyway, it's a very complicated issue. My father and Lucius Malfoy are rivals at the Ministry of Magic, and they don't get along, which makes me sensitive to this surname... Angor, you..."

After a moment of contemplation, Angell nodded: "I see. Dad never mentioned his work to us... or maybe he just never told me."

"But that's not important, don't worry. I'm currently running away from home, and personally, I don't think it's necessary to bring the issues of the previous generation into school!"

He spoke very seriously, his blood-red eyes curving into a slight smile.

Hmm, she looks so innocent and harmless.

Ron: "!!!"

Okay, he's overthinking it. It's that "Malfoy".

But running away from home?

Ron's eyes lit up, clearly showing he was interested in the matter.

"Running away from home? Is that what I think it means? This is really... Angell, tell us about it!"

Harry had been listening quietly to their questions about Angle's surname and the Ministry of Magic—all of which were completely unfamiliar to him, and he didn't know what to say even if he wanted to.

But now that we're talking about this... actually, when he was at the Dursleys' house, he really wanted to run away from home.

For example, he went to Diagon Alley, believing he could live a good life there.

After all, he still had a large sum of money left to him by his parents in Gringotts' underground vault.

However, he still did not take action.

The period when he most wanted to run away from home was before he learned that he was a wizard. After returning from Diagon Alley, the Dursleys treated him relatively well.

Angor glanced at Harry, and he could roughly guess what he was thinking.

"It happened in early August. Because of some things... to put it simply, two years ago, through some channels, I used a Muggle-born wizard to subscribe to several Muggle newspapers. I had to go to her to pick up the newspapers every month."

"Then, because I read a lot of Muggle newspapers, I wanted to try my hand at stock trading in the Muggle world, but my parents thought it would be a disgrace to the family."

“We had a huge fight, and then I ran away.”

There was no flaw in the parts of what Angell said that could be investigated; it was true that he subscribed to the newspaper, and it was also true that he went to pick up the newspaper every month.

That was the first time he asked Lucius Malfoy for pocket money. Since the amount wasn't very large, Lucius didn't ask him what he wanted it for and just gave it to him.

At that time, Ingres hadn't thought about the present situation; he subscribed to newspapers to stimulate his memory to a greater extent.

Often, when people see something or hear something, they recall memories they thought they had forgotten.

Angel is in a similar situation now. His memory is so vast that it has become extremely chaotic after being mixed together. He needs to constantly stimulate his memory in order to recall more things.

"And then?" Ron looked at Angel expectantly.

Harry watched him nervously as well. There was nothing particularly nerve-wracking about Angell's story; it was just that he was exceptionally empathetic to such tales.

He admired Angell's decisiveness in running away from home.

“I went to Diagon Alley and stayed at the Leaky Cauldron for a month… Don’t look at me like that, it’s nothing, you could do it too!”

Ron then asked Angor about what had happened during his stay at the Leaky Cauldron, and the conversation shifted to Hogwarts.

Angor was certain that right now, on the train, in those carriages full of new students, at least half the people were talking about Hogwarts.

He lowered his head to read, chatting casually with the two of them, introducing Harry to the tasks of each house, which, just like in the original story, fell on Ron's shoulders.

“I’m definitely going to Gryffindor. It’s the best house at Hogwarts. My whole family are Gryffindors!”

"Of course, Ravenclaw is good too, and Hufflepuff... well, it's said that only mediocre people get into that house."

"And Slytherin... Hmph..."

Ron glanced at Angell, feeling that something was off.

In his view, both he and Harry were bound to be Gryffindor students, but Angor…

At this moment, Angell seemed to be looking down at his book and was not listening to their discussion at all.

He showed significantly more interest in the thick book in his hand, which looked incredibly dry at first glance, than in chatting with them.

Ron had a decent impression of Angor, so he asked with a hint of curiosity, "Angol, what do you think? Which academy will you go to?"

Angell looked up at him, his brows furrowing slightly: "This is something we'll find out tonight. The Sorting Ceremony looks at the qualities in our personalities, not at assigning us to sides..."

“We are just going to school. Students in every college learn the same things. And the kind of friends you make are not determined by the college you are assigned to. It depends on your personality and whether you have common topics.”

He shrugged. "So, I don't care."

The carriage fell silent. Harry looked at Ron, then at Angor, wanting to break the silence, but didn't know what to say.

To be honest, he still didn't quite understand, but for some reason, he felt that what Angel had just said made more sense.

only……

Why does it sound so old-fashioned?