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

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Angell saw Draco again on the morning of July 31.

He changed into the respectable clothes that Narcissa had requested he wear when going out, and then, unusually, sat down at the dining table with the others.

He really preferred going to the restaurant alone and getting a piece of bread, like before, to dining with everyone else...

No matter how meticulously Western food is prepared, in his opinion, the taste is just so-so.

As for Vold, he wasn't one to care much about food, and his reason for not wanting to sit there was even simpler—

"What a disgrace! I will kill these traitors one day!"

Angor listened calmly to Vlod's incessant chatter in his mind, took a sip of corn chowder, and suddenly a sentence popped into his head:

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

vold: "..."

He finally shut up.

Angor couldn't help but smile.

There aren't many opportunities to tease this guy like this.

At the dinner table, Draco kept glancing cautiously at Angel. He didn't know why, but seeing Angel today made him feel inexplicably afraid.

what happened……?

Memories of that day flooded his mind. In his memory, it was Dobby who Apparated him... It must have been that magic, the magic system of house-elves, which he didn't know much about.

Well, he had Dobby lead him into Angell's locked reading room to cause him trouble, and after only a few words, something happened.

Later, my mother told me that it seemed like a magical upheaval had occurred?

Right, he was probably afraid that Angell would tell his parents about how he forced Dobby to Apparate into the reading room with him...

If they knew he had done something so dangerous, they might punish him by putting him in solitary confinement.

Draco was secretly observing Angor, and based on his parents' current reactions, he could tell that Angor hadn't said anything.

For some reason, he felt a little guilty.

And just then, he met Angel's gaze.

His face still held a smile, as if dipped in the spring mist and birdsong, but his pupils were embedded with a pure red like amber.

Draco paused for a moment, then suddenly remembered the smile on the other man's face. He suddenly realized that he didn't actually dislike him that much anymore.

He can eat with his parents like this every day, but the last time he saw him at the dinner table was probably around Christmas...

He completely forgot that no one had ever told Angell that he shouldn't be at the dinner table; it was always his own choice not to come, and now everyone had just gotten used to it.

All Angell ever wanted was the Malfoy family's collection of books and money.

If possible, he would even prefer to have a more common surname, which would make it easier for him to develop his power in a sneaky way.

Regarding this issue, Angor had already reached an agreement with Vold when he was still very young.

History must never repeat itself. They must first survive until they reach the position of Hogwarts professor, or even headmaster, and then, when they have enough power, don the disguise of the Dark Lord.

Yes, even now, Vold still has a strong attachment to the position of Hogwarts professor.

Oh no... his goal is already to become the principal.

He desperately wanted to hang Dumbledore up and beat him, then say to him, "Headmaster, times have changed!"

Ingres's idea was even simpler.

Becoming a professor at Hogwarts should expose you to a lot of advanced knowledge!

To borrow a phrase he had read in his past life, it is—

"Without pursuing truth, our lives will always be bound and limited to the material level, wasting our energy on immediate benefits and busying ourselves with material enjoyment. This is a kind of degradation for our precious and fulfilling lives with unlimited potential."

If you were to transmigrate to a magical world and limit yourself to the original plot or even think about saving some people, it would be a disservice to such a miraculous encounter.

Besides, influenced by his farming mentality, what Angell wants most is probably... a home that is entirely his own!

Soon, breakfast was finished, and Narcissa elegantly wiped her mouth with a handkerchief: "It's getting late, I think it's time for us to set off!"

Yes, the entire Malfoy family pitched in to buy school supplies this time.

Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy, each with a child, Apparated and appeared directly in Diagon Alley without passing the Leaky Cauldron.

“We have other things to do this afternoon, so we need to hurry… Let’s see what’s on the list first?” Narcissa said.

“I’ll go to the pharmacy, you take the child to buy a crucible and a balance scale, and then we can send the child to buy a robe first. In the meantime, we can buy the books…” Lucius rattled off today’s plan in one go.

The Malfoys clearly don't frequent Diagon Alley often; they think many things there have a cheap feel to them. Today, however, their Hogwarts checklist compels them to come here.

"There's no need to buy any potion-making equipment. We have some high-quality ones at home that are just sitting idle..."

“But I want a new one, Mom!” Draco protested.

Narcissa sighed helplessly. She wanted to tell her son that the ones at home were of much better quality than those sold in the store, but seeing Malfoy's expectant look, she decided to go along with her son's idea.

A crucible doesn't cost much...

"That's settled then, Draco and Angel, let's go!"

Throughout the entire shopping process, Angell remained completely invisible.

Draco made all sorts of noisy demands, which Narcissa almost always granted. The few times she refused were those that were explicitly prohibited by the school rules.

For example, a flying broom.

Materially, the Malfoys certainly didn't mistreat Angor. No matter what they bought, Narcissa would take two portions and then silently stuff one of them into Angor's trailer.

"Now all that's missing are the books, robes, and wands... Your father has already gone to the bookstore. I'll take you to the robe shop. Take your sizes first, and I'll come pick you up in a bit!"

"I really don't know what Dumbledore is thinking... It's just a piece of clothing, but he has to go to a specific shop..."

“If it weren’t for that, I wouldn’t want my son to wear this…” Narcissa complained softly.

Angell turned his head to look elsewhere, as was his habit.

See? This is how bratty kids come about!