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

(?o?o?)

Soon, an extremely lavish dinner appeared before him.

However, the students at the Slytherin table seemed unmoved, or rather, most of them were, with the exception of Crabbe and Goyle.

Angel had just served himself a bowl of cream of mushroom soup when he felt a gaze watching him from behind.

He turned around and, sure enough, met Harry's gaze, who was looking in his direction.

Although sitting at the Gryffindor table, surrounded by a joyful atmosphere, Harry didn't look happy at all.

Because so far, one of his only two friends has been assigned to another college.

Moreover... if Angor went to Slytherin voluntarily, that would be one thing, but judging from the previous situation, Angor clearly doesn't like Slytherin at all.

"Cheer up, Harry!" A boy, whether Fred or George, came over and put his arm around Harry's neck.

"I have good news for you... although this good news might be bad news for us!"

"What?" Harry looked at him, puzzled.

“Most of Gryffindor classes are taken with Slytherin students. I know what you’re thinking. It’s really… bad that Angor was sorted into Slytherin!”

"What? What?" Another person came over, holding a chicken leg in his hand.

Harry stepped aside to avoid getting the oil from his hands on his clothes—which were new clothes, and Hogwarts uniform at that.

"Oh, Lee, you mean this kid? We met him on the train. We chatted for a bit when we first got on, and he seemed like a nice guy. Anyway, he's not like those Slytherin guys. If he went there... he'd be in for a world of hurt!"

"However, if he's a pure-blood and keeps a low profile, those Slytherin guys probably won't go too far!"

"Relax, Harry!"

But Harry's mind was filled with what Angle had said to Draco on the train.

Locked in the cellar, carried into the room and given poisonous snakes...

"Ron, this absolutely cannot happen!"

"What, Harry?" Ron's mouth was already stuffed full.

Harry looked at him seriously: "I mean, Angor. We can't just leave him alone in Slytherin. He'll be bullied terribly!"

Ron stammered a few times, then finally swallowed all the food in his mouth.

"Hmm...actually, I think...well, you don't need to worry about so much at all!"

“Angol was bullied by Draco Malfoy a few years ago because he was young then and couldn’t use magic.”

"Look at him now, he just ran away from home, and on the train, he used magic to fix your glasses and my buttons. I guarantee that most first-year students couldn't do that."

"He's so capable, he shouldn't be bullied, right?"

Harry didn't know what he was thinking, but Ron's words made him think that Angor's running away from home and learning magic at this time were both due to long-term oppression.

While feeling sorry for and admiring Angor, some dark thoughts also began to form in Harry's mind.

He recalled the scene on the train when Angell told Draco Malfoy to leave.

He also wanted to leave the Dursleys, and even... take revenge on them...

Hmm... Putting everything else aside, if Angel still plans to run away from home this summer, maybe I could go with him?

Angor had no idea what Harry was thinking... He really couldn't believe that Harry's thought process had gotten this far. He was currently eating while discussing his seven-year plan with Vold.

"The first question is, how well did we perform at Hogwarts?" (referring to grades)

“My advice is to estimate the score; he’s consistently a little better than Draco,” Vold said.

Angell: "?"

"You are so vicious."

"It sounds like you're interested."

"Ahem... Since you insist on this, I have no choice but to reluctantly accept your suggestion!"

"..."

Angor turned to look in Draco's direction—which surprised him somewhat.

Because Draco is watching him right now.

Hmm...she looks like a resentful woman.

"It's only been a month! What exactly did Lucius and Narcissa put into him?!"

"Actually... is it possible that he wanted to bully you before because he wanted to be friends with you? Like, the kind of playful teasing?"

Angell fell silent.

Based on Draco's transformation and his personality analysis, it's actually quite possible that this is the case.

After all, it was only when he was seven or eight years old that Draco liked to do this. Later, he probably realized that he didn't know how to mess with him, so he stopped bothering him. Until the eve of the start of school, he wanted to try it again.

That day, the cellar door was locked, and Draco stood outside for a long time, yelling at him to beg him.

But Angor didn't bother with him at all and simply asked Dobby to take him away—he didn't even know when Draco had left.

Moreover, in the original story, Draco's initial falling out with Harry was simply because he used the wrong methods in making friends and misjudged the personality of the person he was trying to connect with.

"It's okay, let him continue being awkward. Although he can be quite annoying at times, he's also quite funny!"

He lowered his head and began to use his knife and fork to work on a piece of steak with black pepper sauce.

"And what about our performance in Slytherin afterwards?"

At this moment, around the Slytherin table, everyone... well, most people were still maintaining an elegant posture. Being among them, Angor's movements also became elegant.

There's no need to be unconventional in these matters, and this is exactly the style he prefers.

Despite their elegant demeanor, no one could speak softly—otherwise they wouldn't be able to hear anything; the auditorium was simply too noisy.

Angel could clearly hear what the people around him were talking about; most of the people sitting next to him were first-year students.

Perhaps due to their age, the topics they discussed were not so much Slytherin-like; they mostly talked about Quidditch or other games in the wizarding world.

Well, he had heard many people complain about the strange taste in Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans—which only strengthened his resolve to never touch such a thing.

After Angor once again very perfunctorily declined a freshman's invitation to go to Hogwarts Castle with them the next day, everyone wisely stopped bothering him and let him go about his business alone.

Angor pondered for a moment before answering Vold's question: "There's no need to replicate our previous path. Although it was very effective, it would be a loss to arouse Dumbledore's suspicion."

"Not even as good as... a maverick genius."

"Then, I want an organization where I can study advanced magic together, and a visible leader."

"...Is there anything else you'd like to add?"

"That's pretty much the main theme for now, and then we can occasionally make our presence known to Harry Potter and Dumbledore."

"It would be even better if you didn't use your cute and pitiful methods..." Vold thought to himself.

By now, he was too lazy to communicate with Angell about these things anymore; it wouldn't make a difference no matter what he said.