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

Z?z?

Angel's injury this time was not serious. By noon, he had almost recovered and was able to leave the school hospital.

But now that herb class was over, he wasn't in a hurry to leave. Instead, he started researching something else—perhaps he could try learning healing magic?

Everyone's magical inclinations are different, and the reasons for this are still a matter of much debate.

The magical tendencies of a family will largely converge, including adopted children and biological children, thus disproving the notion of bloodline inheritance.

...At least it shouldn't only be the influence of bloodline inheritance.

The most mainstream view in the wizarding world right now, and the one that Angor most agrees with, is probably something like this—

The atmosphere in a family can influence a person's personality, thereby affecting their magical inclinations.

This influence can only be fully manifested during a wizard's childhood.

Just like him now, Voldemort's soul has merged with the soul of the transmigrator and the soul of the real Angel, so the nature of his magic has changed.

His talent points weren't in healing magic before, but that might not be the case now.

(...probably because of the change in his soul, Harry didn't feel any pain from the scar on his forehead when he met Angor.)

As for some less widely accepted theories, such as how similar types of magic can attract and bring together a group of people, Angell thought that was a bit far-fetched.

—After all, we haven't seen two people get married and become husband and wife simply because of their magical affinity!

In conclusion, why can't the Dark Lord also work as a doctor?

"The Deadly Poison Doctor?"

"...Can't you think of me in a better light?"

So when Madam Pomfrey came to check on Draco's bones again, Angor took the opportunity to express his desire to learn healing magic.

Lady Pomfrey looked at Angor with surprise: "Healing magic? That requires some professional training to learn, and frankly, it's not that interesting. Why would you come up with such an idea?"

Because this kind of magic is related to flesh and blood, it can kill without leaving a trace, and currently it is much more useful than the Death Curse.

Angel scratched his head, looking a little embarrassed: "I'm just curious how someone's injuries can be healed in just a moment... It's a very magical thing..."

"If... I mean if, is there anything simpler that the general public can grasp?"

Madame Pomfrey recommended several books to Ingres, and said with a very serious expression:

"If you are indeed curious about this, you can certainly learn about it first. However, right now, you know far too little about the wonders of magic. If you are still interested after you have obtained at least five certificates in the NEWT exam, I can write you a letter of recommendation."

Angell said to Vold in his mind, "One more internship opportunity after graduation."

vold: "...?"

"You're really planning to go?"

"Why not? Dumbledore won't let me become a professor right after graduation, and this is a completely new field for us. Don't you think it's interesting... well, provided I really have the talent."

After thanking Mrs. Pomfrey, Angell and Draco said goodbye and left the school hospital once again.

"...Hopefully there won't be any more surprises today!"

After descending to the auditorium, Angor quickly finished his lunch, then glanced at his class schedule and went back to his dormitory to exchange for the history of magic books he needed for the afternoon.

Then, he went to the library looking refreshed.

Throughout the entire process, he and the other Slytherin students were basically not in contact, but because of what happened last night and the special nature of Angor's identity, many people were paying attention to him.

"He's already gone out?"

"I haven't seen him all morning, not even Draco Malfoy... What happened?"

“No, he went back to the common room to get something this morning, and then he disappeared again… We didn’t see them in Herbalism class either.”

The first-year students, who had already begun to get to know each other, looked at each other in bewilderment.

The afternoon's History of Magic was at three o'clock. Angor glanced at the time and began searching among the bookshelves for the books that Madam Pomfrey had told him about.

He was certain that at least ninety percent of the things in the library’s open areas were of little value to him, but he still intended to come here often—otherwise, his life at Hogwarts would be very boring.

But just as Angell had turned a few pages of the book, two figures appeared in front of him. Angell looked up at them with a hint of confusion.

It's Harry and Ron.

Both of their expressions looked very complicated. Angell stared at them and managed to see... a hint of maternal love in their eyes?

Angell: "?"

"What's wrong with you guys?"

"We've all heard about it..."

"what?"

Harry and Ron exchanged a glance, pulled out the chairs from the seats opposite Angor, and sat down.

Angell: "?"

Well, judging from their current behavior, things seem to be very serious.

But... what exactly happened?

Seeing that Angor's face still looked somewhat pale, Harry hesitated before speaking:

"We heard about you...what happened last night, just now during lunch..."

That sounds a bit strange...

Angel knew in his heart what they were talking about.

But how did they know about what happened in the Slytherin dormitories, and that it wasn't anything serious?

Seeing Angor looking at them with a puzzled expression, Ron explained, "Almost everyone in Slytherin knows about this now... I overheard some upperclassmen talking about it during dinner earlier!"

"So what exactly happened last night? Why... did you faint and get taken to the school hospital?"

"Was it Draco Malfoy? I heard he didn't go to class this morning either. Did you two get into a fight?"

Angell: "?"

"Uh... for now, nothing like what you're imagining has happened..."

But the two of them still looked at him with worried expressions, as if to say, "You don't need to pretend anymore, we know you're in a terrible situation."

Angor and Vold both mentally typed a question mark.

What on earth happened?

The problem is... in their minds, they're already in such a miserable state, so how can he possibly play the victim in front of them?

Angell was heartbroken.