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

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Finally, the arrival of the food cart broke the silence. Angor ordered a crucible cake, a few licorice wands, and a large quantity of chocolate frogs.

Harry took everything he hadn't taken.

Ron looked at the two of them, his expression revealing a hint of embarrassment.

But before they could even start eating, a figure peered out from the carriage door.

Before they could see clearly, the carriage door was suddenly opened, and a boy's voice rang out:

"Angol, I've finally found you!"

Draco stood there, with Crabbe and Goyle behind him, standing on either side like the legendary left and right guardians.

This scene suddenly struck a chord with Ingres, making him laugh.

hold back...

"We're definitely going to meet in the auditorium tonight anyway, so what are you doing here at this hour?"

Draco glared at Angor, looking hostile, but his tone subtly revealed a hint of grievance:

"Didn't I say in that letter that even if you don't want to go home, we can still be friends at Hogwarts?"

"I waited for you at the station this morning, hoping you could meet your parents and maybe they could clear things up..."

Looking at him, Angell felt even more like laughing.

He always felt that Draco's next words would most likely be, "This family will fall apart without me!"

Now, Harry and Ron finally understood how things had unfolded.

The two exchanged a glance and silently tried to make themselves less noticeable.

This is someone else's family matter, and... the essence of humanity is to be a gossip!

"This is not something that can be explained in a few words. It's like how someone in the Black family was considered a disgrace or even expelled from the family for being sorted into Gryffindor."

Angell closed the book in his hand and put it aside.

This is a book he found in a used bookstore. It's one he'd never read before, and it's about ghosts and spirits.

Although it seems a bit far-fetched, it's supposedly a unique copy, so we have to handle it with care.

Seeing that Angor was just staring at him in silence, Draco became even more agitated. He took a few steps over and grabbed Angor by the collar.

The pent-up emotions of the past few days erupted in that instant.

He felt that both Angell and his parents were hiding something from him, tacitly keeping the matter out of their sight and completely excluding him.

This feeling was unpleasant, even though his parents' attitude towards him hadn't changed, and neither had Angell's.

"Don't look at me like that. I haven't done anything to offend you lately, have I? In fact, I've tried to be nice to you countless times."

“You ran away from home without saying a word, and I didn’t know anything about it. Later, I went to find you, but you still wouldn’t say anything.”

"It was wrong of me to knock you down the stairs at the Leaky Cauldron bar, but it was an accident. My mother forcibly took me away that day, and I wrote you a letter to apologize afterwards!"

“Look, he’s turned red,” Angell said to Vold in his mind.

vold: "?"

Is this the focus right now?

"Do you think it would be effective if he grabbed my collar like that and I suddenly fainted?"

"You...it's not that bad..."

"Sigh... not now. Maybe in a few years when my body can no longer handle the magic power brought by my soul, I can do this." He sighed with a bittersweet smile.

Looking up into Draco's eyes, Angel sighed helplessly: "Do you think that because of your previous overtures, all the things you did before can be forgiven?"

“They deliberately locked me in the dungeon without any food or water... Given my previous presence at Malfoy Manor, I doubt anyone would have noticed I was missing for the past two weeks.”

“If I hadn’t remembered that I could call Dobby, I would have almost died in the cellar.”

"Do you know when I finally got out? Do you know how desperate I was when we didn't even have a single candle?"

“Brother, you don’t know anything, just like this time.”

vold: "...?"

When did this happen?

Oh, right, it seems it was when Angell was seven years old...

But didn't things unfold like this: after Angor discovered the door was locked and he couldn't get out, he immediately called for Dobby, and then in the middle of the night he cursed Draco, trapping him in a nightmare?

Yes, he still had a nightmare every few days, which lasted for more than half a year until his body could no longer withstand the frequent nighttime awakenings.

and……

"You seem to really like bringing up kinship when you're doing something inexplicable?"

Just like last time when he had already revealed his identity, but still called Lucius "father".

Angell silently replied in his mind, "Wouldn't that make him feel even more guilty? Isn't that fun?"

"..."

The words Draco was about to say suddenly caught in his throat. He let go of Angell's collar, his eyes widening in disbelief as he stared at him.

He remembered something he had almost forgotten.

That day he locked Angel in the cellar, intending to keep him locked up like that overnight, but then, because of a nightmare, he forgot all about it...

Because this incident did not lead to any further developments, Angell had completely forgotten what he had done back then, until today when Angell suddenly brought up the matter.

When did Angell emerge? How long had he been trapped in the cellar?

Draco took a step back, feeling a numbness in his mouth and tongue, unable to utter a sound.

At this moment, both Harry and Ron were stunned.

Ron never expected that such a terrible thing would happen between brothers.

Fred and George, while they enjoyed playing pranks on him... no, they enjoyed teasing him in ridiculous ways, but they would never go this far.

Harry, on the other hand, was thinking about how Angor's current nonchalant attitude came about.

He left the Muggle world and boarded the train to Hogwarts, which would have allowed him to leave the Dursleys behind, but with Angle sitting beside him, the train still moving, and his family still clinging to him like glue.

Angel suddenly laughed: "So many things, brother, you must not remember anything, right?"

"While I was sleeping at night, you put poisonous snakes into my room, and you had your house-elf force your way into the reading room that I had locked from the inside... I remember every single one of them."

Well... the snake became his, and then Draco was bitten by it while playing in the garden.

More than once.

In the end, Narcissa had to carry out a large-scale snake-catching operation throughout the entire garden to end this farce.

As for the incident in the reading room, Angell naturally retaliated.

He's not the type to suffer losses.

"However... Draco, I'm not saying this to make you repent, I'm just saying... get away from me."

Angel felt that his acting this time was absolutely phenomenal.

With this feeling of shared misfortune, how could we not win over Harry?

This is the person who took his life; we must make good use of him!

(vold: "You just think it's fun, right?")

"No...no...Angol, listen to me, I didn't know anything back then, I just thought it was fun...I'm sorry, I promise I'll never do that again!" Draco tried to struggle one last time.

“No, no!” Ron stood up, grabbed Draco’s sleeve, and tried to push him out the door.

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