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

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In a harmonious atmosphere, the train continued its journey, getting closer and closer to Hogwarts.

Hermione came by in the afternoon with Neville, who was looking for the lost toad.

The three promised to help Neville keep an eye on his toad, and Hermione left with him again.

However, toads...

Harry looked at his own owl and Angor's owl next to him, and nudged him with his hand: "By the way, Angor, what's your owl's name?"

Angell turned to look at his owl; he hadn't really thought about a name before.

“Peter,” he said casually.

The mouse that Ron had placed on the table visibly trembled. It cautiously turned its head to look at Angel, as if to confirm something.

Angell assured him that it was indeed a spur-of-the-moment decision.

The train continued its journey, and as darkness fell, the three of them changed into their Hogwarts uniforms and waited quietly for the train to arrive at the station.

In the distance, Angor could already see the outline of Hogwarts Castle.

It was far away from them, and the tall tower seemed to pierce the clouds.

His feelings became somewhat complicated as memories of this place resurfaced in his mind.

To be honest, it was a pretty good memory, even for Tom Riddle.

Even now, when I think back on it, I feel a little nostalgic.

Hogwarts was getting closer, and the sound of people moving about could be heard in the train corridor.

The students didn't need to worry about their luggage being carried into the castle by someone. After the train came to a complete stop, they followed the flow of people off the train.

Perhaps because the scene before him was all too familiar, Vold remained silent.

Angel's emotions were actually very complicated. When he was still Xu Congwei, he had longed for this place more than once, but now that he was actually standing on the Hogwarts Express platform, he suddenly felt a sense of unreality.

But without a doubt, he really liked it here.

The crowd pushed them out of the station, and in the crowd, an unusually tall figure could be seen in the distance.

He called to the first-year students to come over to him, and after seeing Harry in the distance, he greeted him.

"It's Hagrid!"

Harry exclaimed excitedly.

After approaching Hagrid and waiting for a moment, Hagrid called out again, "First-year students, are there any more first-year students?"

There probably aren't any left.

They followed Hagrid, stumbling down a narrow path in complete darkness, illuminated only by the oil lamp in Hagrid's hand.

Angor couldn't see the road clearly, so he used a Fluorescent Blink. It wasn't a big deal; he had even used a Cleanse Charm in front of Dumbledore.

Suddenly, there were more people around him, and Angor felt Harry gripping his sleeve tightly from behind.

Neville was still sobbing; clearly, he hadn't found his toad.

The path led to the edge of a huge lake, where several small boats were moored. Hagrid began to call everyone to board.

The process was all too familiar to Angell, who couldn't help but smile as he looked at the Black Lake.

He boarded the ship, sat down amidst the slight swaying, and fixed his gaze on the dark Hogwarts Castle.

Harry followed him onto the ship, followed by Ron, and then... Draco?

Angell finally turned around, pulled back from those meaningless and chaotic emotions.

Perhaps it was because he had been on the train all day, or perhaps it was the excitement of seeing Hogwarts Castle, but after he calmed down, he felt a little dizzy.

His heart was racing, his breathing was labored, and he couldn't help but tremble, his face turning even paler.

On the shore, Crabbe and Gore looked completely at a loss.

Just now, Draco was about to board another ship with them.

But for some reason, he suddenly looked in the direction of Angell, then pushed them aside and ran over, successfully grabbing the last spot.

The two exchanged a glance and silently boarded the boat.

Because the two of them were so heavy, and... so big, the boat was almost full when they were in it.

On another boat, Angel, Harry, Ron, and Draco looked at each other in bewilderment.

"What are you doing up here?" Ron said with displeasure.

Draco ignored him, but also looked away from Angor, turning his head to look at the deep lake beside him.

“That’s ridiculous!” Ron continued.

Draco turned his head and glared at him, but still didn't say anything.

Angel began to wonder what exactly Lucius and Narcissa had been instilling in Draco over the past month.

Draco's current behavior can only be described as quite abnormal.

And seemingly because of Draco's arrival, Ron recalled some unpleasant things and whispered to Angor again:

"Angol, which academy do you think you'll go to? Don't tell me it doesn't matter where you go, just tell me, where do you want to go?"

His question drew the attention of the other two, who all turned to look at Angell.

Angel pursed his lips; to be honest, he really didn't have any academies he wanted to attend.

For him, going anywhere was just playing house with children. He had no intention of making friends at Hogwarts. He would just maintain relationships with a few important characters from the original story, but there was no need to see them every day.

He has more important things to do, but he also wants to enjoy campus life.

Therefore, Gryffindor is definitely impossible.

Given his personality, he wouldn't be able to stand the atmosphere there.

Hmm... If it were Hufflepuff, I think many people would be moved by his performance, right?

Thinking this, Angell's lips curled up into a smile.

"Hufflepuff."

"What?!" This was Ron.

"No!" That was Draco.

"...Huh?" This was Harry, who was a beat slow to react and was startled by the two people's huge reaction.

"...Impossible." This was the thought in Angell's mind.

"Angol, you can use magic now, come to Gryffindor!"

"Don't listen to their nonsense. You're a Malfoy, you can only go to Slytherin!"

"The branch school isn't based on surnames!"

"Then what do you suggest we rely on?"

"Uh... well, it's not true, it's not true!"

Harry watched with a bewildered expression as Ron and Draco's argument grew increasingly heated.

Just as things were about to escalate to the point of physical violence, the small boat finally reached the shore.

Hagrid looked over and said, "Don't fight, don't fight! You're about to enter the Great Hall, and you'll soon know the Sorting results..."

He looked at Angor: "Hufflepuff is actually quite good, whatever you do, don't go to Slytherin!"

Angell: "..."

A biased mind.

As they walked toward the castle gate, Vold finally began to speak in Angor's mind.

"Go to Hufflepuff? What are you thinking?"

"You look down on Hufflepuff?"

"...They are indeed easier to fool, and as far as I know, they haven't produced many outstanding figures, but that's not a question of whether I respect Hufflepuff."

The question is... kindness, resilience, patience, tolerance, equality... which of these qualities do we possess?

Angell: "..."

That makes so much sense!

"Fine, let's go to Ravenclaw then!"

vold: "..."

"Don't even think about it. With Salazar Slytherin blood in us, there's no way we can go to any other house unless you beat up the Sorting Hat."