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

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It's getting late, so Hogwarts is about to go into curfew.

Draco rushed out of the dormitory and arrived at the common room, only to find it empty.

It was at this moment that he realized the problem.

So what should he do now?

Should we knock on other people's doors for help? Or should we go to Headmaster Snape?

Draco gritted his teeth and walked towards the dormitory area for the upperclassmen.

He had met many people at banquets held by various pure-blood families. Instead of looking for Headmaster Snape, who was now nowhere to be found, it would be better to go find them!

But by doing so, he completely escalated the matter.

It wasn't really a big deal... but after this trip, almost all the Slytherin students knew about it.

However, Draco hadn't thought of that much for the time being.

Slytherin students are reluctant to break school rules easily—or more accurately, they are reluctant to take risks for things that are not worthwhile.

At the same time, they are unwilling to take responsibility for themselves easily, which makes it easy for others to find fault with them and give them something to talk about.

Like now.

Or maybe Angell will lose points at the start of the semester, or something really bad will happen to him...

That's too risky, you should go see a professor!

So, a few upperclassmen found Snape, and together they took the unconscious Angel to the school hospital.

Because he was working overtime late at night, Snape didn't look very well.

However, if Angor were still conscious, he could probably tell that Snape's current expression wasn't because he was working overtime in the middle of the night, but because of a certain first-year student with green eyes.

Well, even without their interference, Professor Snape would probably be so anxious that he couldn't sleep right now.

(What's happening now might even be helping to distract him a little!)

When they arrived at the school hospital, it was already closed.

Madam Pomfrey doesn't often see patients at night; Hogwarts students usually come here because they're injured, and very few are sick.

Since school had just started, there was no one at the hospital, so Mrs. Pomfrey went to bed early.

She was somewhat annoyed when she was woken up, but she became serious instantly after seeing Angell, who was in a coma.

"At this time of day... Oh, what's going on? This is only the first day of school!"

Snape's brow remained furrowed as he looked down at Draco.

By the time he got there, Draco had calmed down. He took a deep breath and began to recall what had happened less than half an hour earlier.

"Angol had just finished washing up, and I was still packing my things when... because of some things that happened before, I wanted to discuss some things with him, and then... and that's how it happened!"

“It must be from overwork…plus his health wasn’t very good to begin with,” Mrs. Pomfrey said.

"Leave the child to me. I think he'll feel better after drinking some hot chocolate once he wakes up... Don't worry, he'll be back in school tomorrow!"

Snape nodded; he wasn't actually that worried.

Turning to the two students who had followed him and Draco, he said, "This was an unexpected situation, and there was indeed a reason for it, but you shouldn't have been wandering around the castle for so long at night."

"Come back with me right now!"

“But Professor…” Draco wanted to struggle a little.

Snape had a fairly good relationship with his father, so Draco felt he could try to win him over.

But Snape just stared at him with a cold gaze, freezing the rest of his words in his throat.

When Angel woke up the next day, it was still early.

The window was right next to the bed. He sat up and turned his head slightly to see the morning star rising above the window.

Beside him was a heavy white curtain, a familiar scene.

...It seems he was taken to the school clinic!

The thought of Draco being so frightened and flustered by him made Angor extremely amused.

It was still early, so he lay back down on the bed and closed his eyes.

When he woke up again, it was already broad daylight. Madame Pomfrey was standing by his window, holding a steaming cup in her hand.

"It's getting late, darling," she said. "Hurry up and drink this!"

“While you were still unconscious yesterday, I did a quick check on your body… I think you might need to relax a little and not be so tense all the time.”

Ingres sat up in bed, took the glass from Madame Pomfleur, and drank it down.

“There’s some kind of magic potion in here,” Vold suddenly said.

"Can you taste what it is?" Angell could actually sense it, but when it came to specifics, he really didn't know.

"This potion has been mixed with too much chocolate... or it could be a new variety that has appeared recently."

Angell said "Oh," and then added, "So you don't know either..."

vold fell silent.

Is it necessary to make things so clear?

However, this kind of potion should be safe and harmless, otherwise he should have been able to sense it. Besides, Mrs. Pomfret had no reason to be so harsh on an ordinary first-year student.

Mrs. Pomfleur nodded in satisfaction when she saw Angel drink the "hot chocolate": "It's breakfast time now, but I've already asked the house-elf to bring your portion to the school hospital. Don't rush, wait until you finish eating before you leave."

As soon as she finished speaking, she picked up her cup, turned around, and left, leaving Angel behind the curtain, feeling sad that even a patient like him couldn't take half a day off.

As for... keeping yourself under a lot of pressure?

He probably doesn't have it either, right?

He basically doesn't do anything that requires a lot of physical exertion, and he doesn't read books very seriously, only to stimulate those vague memories.

—At least in Angell's opinion, he's pretty lazy right now.

Yes, that would be true if the comparison were with Tom Riddle or Hsu Tsung-wei.

"Wait... Could it be because your consciousness remains awake to some extent while we are sleeping?"

"So, my usual body actually supports the mental exertion of two people?"

"So, it can be said that this body has never truly rested?"

He suddenly realized what was happening.

but……

How can one make a consciousness fall asleep when needed?

Angell ate his breakfast while frowning and deep in thought.

This seems to be an unsolvable problem, because although they are different consciousnesses, they are essentially the same soul.

We fall asleep together, and we wake up together.

Even when he feels insecure, he will surrender his body to vold while sleeping, so that even if he falls asleep, he will remain somewhat awake and wake up in time if he senses a crisis.

"Sigh... do you think this will stunt your growth?"

"...Is this all you're focusing on?"

"Isn't height important?"

"..."