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

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When Angor saw Draco, Draco clearly saw him too.

In an instant, his eyes lit up.

“Angol, are you alright? I heard from Mrs. Pomfrey that you have been discharged from the hospital.”

Angel nodded. Under the influence of the chocolate and that unknown potion, he was in very good condition.

"There's nothing to worry about for now. I heard from someone that my class schedule and textbooks are with you."

Draco walked down the steps and fumbled to pull out Angor's timetable—which was now tucked inside his herbalism textbook.

"I was originally going to bring it to you directly... Now you are...?"

Angell gave him a rare moment of kindness: "Take Peter to the Owl's Hut. I'll go myself. You don't need to come with me."

—Actually, he could have just sent Peter away directly, but he decided to send him there himself because he wanted to wander around the castle.

If Draco gets involved, his walk/memory-recovery journey will become utterly boring.

Well, rather than discussing pointless topics with Draco, he'd rather admire the beautiful weather with Vold.

Although the other party will most likely ignore him.

and so……

go go go go!

Angell quietly quickened his pace.

Draco seemed a little conflicted, but seeing that Angor was about to carry the owl cage upstairs, he followed him and gestured to Crabbe and Goyle not to follow anymore.

"Angol, wait a minute..."

Angell walked even faster.

then……

"boom--!"

Wait, why is this staircase moving?!

Angell lay on the ground in a disheveled position, his face buried in the earth, his expression gradually contorting.

He doesn't miss Hogwarts at all now, not at all!

This castle is poisonous!

And then……

"what--!"

Another bang.

Angell sat up from the ground, looked at Draco who had been tripped and fallen by the stairs that had started moving again, and fell into deep thought.

Could this staircase belong to the Gryffindor family?!

No, he never tripped or fell when he walked this way before...

Holding onto the stairs beside him, Angell struggled to his feet, but he immediately sensed something was wrong.

It seems, maybe, probably... that I twisted my ankle.

Draco was not far from him; he was still lying on the ground and didn't get up, looking very unwell.

Angell stared at him for a while, making sure he wasn't much better off than himself, and then smiled with relief.

It warmed his heart to have someone share his embarrassment.

In an instant, Angel felt that his prejudice against Draco had lessened considerably.

Should we treat him better in the future?

And so, less than an hour after leaving the school hospital, Angell returned here again.

With him were Draco, and Crabbe and Goyle, who were supporting them.

Mrs. Pomfrey: "?"

"Oh, Merlin's beard... What happened? Did you guys get into a fight? Fighting on the first day of school..."

"No, no, Mrs. Pomfrey, we all fell on the stairs! It was on the third floor, the stairs suddenly started moving, and we were all in a panic... and that's how it happened..."

Draco's voice grew softer and softer.

Angell has started to shut down.

The suddenly switched-out vold: "?"

What does that mean? It means you should have someone else do what you consider shameful?

vold is a bit withdrawn.

Just then, Mrs. Pomfrey, having finished listening to Draco's explanation, looked at him:

"Angol, you speak?"

Vold nodded, but no matter what he did, he couldn't quite manage to put on the same expression as Angor, so he simply frowned slightly.

"That's right, nobody expected the stairs to move by themselves... and my owl is still there..."

A hint of suspicion flashed across Mrs. Pomfrey's face, but she nodded and did not delve any further.

She would completely believe it if it were just one person who fell, but for two people to fall at once... something just felt off!

However, Draco Malfoy seemed very nervous about Angel yesterday, so it probably wasn't a bullying incident.

By the way, Angel also has the surname Malfoy, so they must be brothers.

With that thought in mind, Mrs. Pomfrey was completely relieved.

She had the two of them lie down on the hospital beds and then gave them a brief check-up.

"It's a sprained ankle... You'll need some medicine. Don't worry, you should be fine by the afternoon."

"As for you... you have a scrape on your arm, and it seems like there's a fracture in your left calf... you might not be discharged until tomorrow... how did you fall so badly?"

She muttered to herself as she turned to get the medicine.

Draco, his face grim, dismissed Crabbe and Goyle, then stared at the snow-white ceiling with a look of despair.

After watching for a while, he turned to look at Angell, only to find that Angell had closed his eyes at some point.

"Angol...are you asleep?"

Vold was actually pretending to be asleep, but he was also a little curious about what Draco wanted to say, so he opened his eyes and turned his head.

He had already made up his mind to remain silent no matter what Draco said.

After all, Angel's previous attitude towards Draco was pretty much "leave me alone."

Draco wore a wry smile... or perhaps a mocking one?

"Something like this happened on the first day of school. It seems Hogwarts isn't all that great after all!"

"If this were my house, that staircase would have been rebuilt long ago!"

Vold mentally predicted what he was going to say next—nothing more than, "I'm going to tell my dad!"

as predicted.

"I must tell Dad about this!"

Vold couldn't help but let a slight smile creep onto his lips.

In Draco's eyes, this scene became an indication that he was supporting his decision.

"Angol, do you think so too?"

"How could something like this happen at Hogwarts? It's completely irresponsible of them to ensure the safety of their students!"

"I'm afraid the real danger is yet to come..." Vold thought to himself.

"But Angell, so much time has passed, are you still unwilling to tell me what happened back then?"

“There’s nothing to say…” Angell turned his face away.

Draco, however, was unusually calm this time: "Last night I saw the letter my father left for me... Dad told me to wait until I got to Hogwarts before opening it."

vold turned his head back and continued to look at him.

I want to see what other tricks Lucius can pull.

"It's that rumor... Many people say you're the child of a mysterious person..."

vold: "..."

What an outrageous rumor.

Why would anyone think that someone who would choose "Fly Away from Death" as their name would care about the bloodline they would carry on through their children?

Draco, clearly unaware of what he was thinking, continued:

"So you can't hang out with me. You have to go your own way, or the Malfoy family will become a prime target for the Ministry of Magic."

"To be honest, I don't know why they care so much about a rumor, but even if you really are the mysterious man's child, you're not the mysterious man himself, so what's there to be afraid of?"

He frowned, looking somewhat confused, but his tone was unusually sincere.

“Dad told me all this in his letter this morning. I know that whether you left or ignored me, it was all because of this…”

"In his letter, Dad said that if I still wanted you to be my brother after knowing all this, then he would give up on me."

"After all, I am the future head of the Malfoy family."

“I don’t care, Angel… The Malfoy family values ​​family, and I’m not willing to abandon my family because of a rumor.”

"In time, all rumors will fall apart on their own!"

He spoke these words with such force and conviction, as if he had forgotten even his own injuries.

Vold was speechless for a moment.

The Dark Lord wouldn't care about the feelings of a little kid.

But Angell does care a little... even he himself isn't aware of it, but he does care a little.

Draco said those words today, so at least from now on, he won't die at Angel's hands.

But we still need to be careful.

Vold looked into Draco's eyes.

Capture the mind and seize thoughts!

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