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

?～·° ?（′e ` ）? °·

Draco's memories flashed before Vold's eyes—to be honest, he didn't think Draco could act so well; it was something Tom Riddle hadn't been able to do back then.

But... as I said before, it's always better to be careful than to make a mistake.

No problem...

He breathed a slight sigh of relief and felt inexplicably happy.

He wasn't entirely cold-hearted; among those Death Eaters, there were actually some he cared about to some extent.

For example, Barty Crouch Jr. and Bellatrix Lestrange.

He regarded the former as a junior, and he also admired him intensely.

The latter is... too obedient, believing in him wholeheartedly from the inside out; no one could refuse such a believer.

(Ignore all the settings from The Cursed Child in this book. I personally think that Voldemort's romantic relationships and even having children are out of character. The only person he could possibly fall in love with is himself.)

And now... Vold's gaze toward Draco is inexplicably kind.

He had just opened his mouth to say something when he suddenly realized that he had lost control of his body once again.

He was replaced by Angell.

...Actually, he was also quite curious. Even though the Dark Lord was the one who made up his personality, his own consciousness couldn't beat Xu Congwei, who was acting like a grandson to his boss.

Perhaps it was because Voldemort's soul was too incomplete... and his consciousness lacked something called "rationality".

The personality switch was incredibly smooth—they had done this thousands of times before, and this time, Vold showed little resistance to Angor regaining control of his body.

Angell had actually remained conscious the whole time; he just felt too ashamed to face it himself.

He naturally heard what Draco said.

At this moment, his gaze towards Draco was somewhat complicated. This statement... really is...

He actually liked this idea, since the most revered concept in the Harry Potter world was the magic of love.

If his original statement was somewhat intriguing, but this statement provides a deeper reason, then no one will doubt him anymore.

This is simply...perfect!

With a soft sigh, Angor looked at Draco with a complicated expression. He didn't say anything, but his eyes said it all.

“Angol… so you really…” Draco looked into Angel’s eyes, and he suddenly felt a sense of relief.

It's like a knot that's been hanging in your heart for a long time has finally been untied, or a huge boulder that's been hanging over your head has finally been lifted... and then everything has a reasonable explanation.

He was willing to believe Lucius's letter.

But at that moment, applause suddenly rang out from behind the curtain.

The words Angor wanted to say were stuck in his throat. He turned his head in surprise to look at Dumbledore.

Before this, he hadn't noticed anyone in that place... When exactly did Dumbledore arrive?

How much did he hear?

No...no, calm down. His previous performance was perfectly fine. Even if Dumbledore had been listening here a long time ago, there wouldn't have been any problem.

Angell felt he had developed a subconscious tendency to conjure up all sorts of conspiracy theories about Dumbledore.

It's short for Rita Skeeter possession.

Yes, it's all Voldemort's fault!

"Mr. Dumbledore?"

Because they had met before and gotten along quite well, Angor showed some affection for Dumbledore.

Draco frowned the moment he saw Dumbledore—because of the ideas instilled in him by Lucius and other Slytherin students, he was now very wary of Dumbledore.

To the students of other houses, Dumbledore was a kind headmaster, but to the Slytherin students... well, let's not even go there!

—And what the real Dumbledore is really like is no longer important, because at this point, too many people have placed their hopes on him, and he needs to consider more than just himself.

"Yes, it's me. I just arrived and heard you whispering, so I didn't want to disturb you."

He was still smiling, looking kind and reliable.

But to Angell's ears, it sounded like he was making a grand and respectable accusation about eavesdropping.

“Don’t be afraid, I… fully support your decision!” He blinked. “No matter what others say, this is Hogwarts!”

"As for that rumor... everything we hear is an opinion, not a fact; everything we see is a perspective, not the truth. People speak with such certainty because they know too little..."

"Draco, you're right. With the passage of time, the innocent will prove themselves right, and time will tell."

"I believe in you, and I believe in Angell, and I admire your courage in doing things for your family."

"...I've already heard about what happened from Mrs. Pomfrey. I'll have the carpet on that section of the stairs replaced, and then...see if we can talk to them to try and prevent any students from getting hurt because of this!"

"Try your best?" Draco grasped the key word.

Angell looked at him with a somewhat strange gaze.

Dumbledore was clearly trying to change the subject, but Draco just happened to be led astray.

How come he never realized Draco was so easy to fool before?

Dumbledore helplessly spread his hands, looking very troubled by this matter:

"Hogwarts Castle is a very ancient building, created by four founders. Whatever it wants to do... I can't interfere!"

"Huh...?" Draco asked in confusion.

Anger's face also showed a hint of surprise.

"Does he mean... the castle is alive?"

Vold suddenly said in his mind:

“I remember now. I saw some descriptions in the forbidden section before, saying that Hogwarts Castle has a soul, but that book was too incomplete... You should try to find a chance to get some information out of Dumbledore!”

"You don't mind me acting in front of Dumbledore now?" Angor asked mischievously in his heart, his face remaining impassive as he continued his performance with Dumbledore.

Vold sighed in Angell's heart: "...This is a necessary sacrifice."

Angell: "..."

Help! It's so hard to hold back my laughter!

He discovered that Vold was really quite fickle.

Even things they previously opposed so vehemently, they are now reluctantly supporting.

What was that saying again—"Everything for the greater good!"

Ahem... wrong channel...

At this moment, in Dumbledore's eyes, both children maintained a surprised expression—Draco's face still held a hint of doubt, while Angle's was purely one of curiosity.

"Hmm...who can say for sure? Hogwarts Castle holds too many secrets, but I don't recommend you be curious about them, at least not for now."

"For you, being exposed to certain things is not a good thing, but rather dangerous... Alright, I should go now. Get some rest, and I hope to see you all healthy in the auditorium tomorrow morning!"

"By the way, would you like a bag of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans?"

He turned and left, not seeing the fleeting shadow of gloom in Angel's eyes as he lowered his head.

"...His last words felt like he was deliberately trying to lure us into exploring Hogwarts Castle."

"Angol said to Vold."

"By the way, he didn't seem to use Legilimency on anyone just now..."

"What do you mean?"

"He really...trusts us? Well done, Lucius!"

"Now he wants us to be a part of Harry's growth?"