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

?*:.?????.:*?

Draco stood there in a daze, letting Ron push him, but Crabbe and Goyle immediately reacted and tried to pull Ron away.

But when Ron was at home... well, in Angell's opinion, he must have fought with his brothers, otherwise he wouldn't have such skills.

However, he was facing two people, and two people with a physical advantage, so he quickly found himself at a disadvantage.

Harry quickly joined in, and the four of them were soon wrestling together.

Angor looked at Draco, and just then, Draco seemed to finally come to his senses, looking at Angor with a pale face.

"I... didn't think that much about it at the time..."

He really didn't think that much about it; he just thought it was fun. To say that he really wanted to kill Angel or do anything to him... that's really not the case.

Imagine you see your nemesis standing on a bridge. You assume he can swim, so you jokingly push him into the river. But somehow, he sinks to the bottom and never comes back up.

At the time, he just thought it was fun, but now that he's a little older, especially after experiencing being trapped in a nightmare and being bitten by a venomous snake, he realizes—

I never realized how terrible the things I did were!

It could even be fatal.

Angell looked at him calmly, a gaze that Draco found quite familiar, just like the one he had seen at Malfoy Manor.

"so what?"

He pointed at the four people wrestling together: "Make them stop, if you don't want to make a scene here and give the impression that you're a problem student before you even enroll?"

Draco looked into Angor's eyes and felt a sudden, inexplicable panic—he wanted to explain, or rather, apologize, but Angor seemed genuinely unconcerned.

This made him feel powerless, and a sense of regret began to creep in.

“Crawb, Gore, stop…”

The four people who were wrestling gradually separated, all of them looking somewhat disheveled. Because of the fight, the carriage was in a mess, and many things on the table were scattered.

“Angol, no matter what, I was wrong before. I didn’t expect those things to have such serious consequences. I will not do it again.”

He said very seriously, "I'm not forcing you to accept my apology, but we do share the same last name and will most likely end up in the same college in the future, so I think, if possible, we can try to be friends."

Angel nodded slightly, a casual smile slowly appearing on his face: "Please close the door when you leave."

Watching Draco's departing figure, Angor thoughtfully said to Vold in his heart:

"It seems that Lucius and Narcissa have been training him quite a bit during this time... The young master has grown a lot in just one month!"

"Could you please stop talking in such an old-fashioned tone..." Vold muttered helplessly. "But speaking of which, what exactly are you planning to do with Draco?"

Angel shrugged imperceptibly: "I haven't decided yet, but he's quite fun..."

"My dear Vold, don't put so much pressure on yourself. We've already started from a very high point. As long as we don't expose ourselves and put on a good show, getting into Hogwarts, or even becoming the headmaster, is just around the corner!"

"..."

Harry and Ron watched as Crabbe and Goyle left with Draco, then returned to their seats, though neither of them looked too happy.

Harry's glasses were broken even more badly, Ron had a bruise on his face, and the button on his collar was torn off.

Angel lowered his head, quickly gathering his emotions: "I didn't expect him to come looking for me at this time... I'm sorry to have dragged you into this."

"He went too far! This is no joke, it could kill someone!" Ron waved his fist indignantly.

"Now I completely understand why you ran away from home. I can't even imagine how painful it must have been to live in a house like that!"

Angell cooperated by putting on a sorrowful expression.

However, he was faking it, while Harry next to him wasn't.

The atmosphere in the carriage instantly became gloomy.

The following plot then turned into the three of them jointly berating the Malfoys and Dursleys.

However, the main source of firepower was still Harry and Ron. Angor spent most of his time listening to them talk, occasionally adding a few interjections to let them rant even more freely.

During this process, they also began to enjoy the food on the table.

This was Harry's first time seeing wizarding food, and he was very curious, wanting to try everything.

Some of the snacks were ones that Ron had never tried before. For him, seeing so many snacks laid out so casually in front of him, allowing him to take whatever he wanted, was a sight he had never seen before in his life.

So when the two of them start talking, it's like a whirlwind.

Angel was focused on unpacking the Chocolate Frog cards, which gave him the thrill of opening a blind box.

While eating Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans could achieve the same effect to some extent, he simply couldn't afford to take the risk.

"Wait a minute, this bean... Merlin, how can there be such an evil taste in the world!"

Angor looked at Ron silently.

Look... a living example!

"By the way, have you ever used magic before?" Harry asked, taking the bag of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans from Ron and taking a bite.

He shouldn't have tasted anything strange; Angell didn't see any sign of distortion on his face.

“Magic… I’ve often seen my parents use it, but I’ve never used it myself. However…” Ron’s face lit up with a mysterious smile.

“My brother taught me a magic trick before, saying it could change the color of my pet mouse—look, there it is, my mouse Banban!”

Ron placed a grayish-brown mouse with some shed fur on the table. It seemed to have gotten used to being moved around and lay there motionless, looking as if it were asleep.

However, Angell sensed a familiar fluctuation emanating from the rat.

"The Dark Mark..."

He lowered his head and looked at the rat, his pupils seeming to darken slightly.

“Peter Pettigrew is really good at hiding. But it must be very uncomfortable to have maintained the form of a mouse for so many years, especially in the Weasley family with so many children.”

"However, compared to Dementors, kids are probably cuter!"

What do you think?

"..."

Inside the carriage, Ron raised his wand—

"Daisies, sweet cream, and sunshine, turn this chubby mouse yellow—!"

This time, Angell finally couldn't hold back.

"puff……"

"You...why are you laughing?"

Naturally, Ron's spell had no effect.

Angel held out his hand to Harry: "Give me your glasses, I'll fix them for you!"

"And your button, if we can still find it... and if the thread is still there, I should be able to fix it too."