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

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As he entered Madame Malkin's Robe Shop, Angell wondered if he should get excited about meeting the main character from the original story.

But he immediately stopped thinking that way, because Draco's condescending attitude, which looked down on everything, made him feel ashamed.

shameful……

Angor quietly moved a little further away from Draco, trying to minimize his presence.

Then he watched helplessly as Mrs. Malkin's face turned ashen after Draco's few words.

However, in the spirit of good professional ethics, Madam Malkin still made them all stand on the platform.

But just when Angor thought the plot would unfold as it did in the original story, and he could continue to be a bystander and watch the show, Draco suddenly spoke.

"Angol, which academy do you think you'll attend?"

Angell glanced at him: "Whatever, it's fine."

Draco Lima frowned: "No, you have to go to Slytherin because you have the Malfoy surname!"

"If it were Ravenclaw, that would be fine... but if it were Gryffindor or Hufflepuff, what would the other pure-blood families think of the Malfoys?"

Angor paused for a moment, then readily changed his mind: "Yes, I think so too. Slytherin would be best, but Ravenclaw would be fine too."

Draco looked at Angel, who seemed choked up, a few syllables popping out of his throat, but he just couldn't utter a complete word.

Yes, it wasn't the first time, but it was the first time Draco realized that talking to Angor could really be quite frustrating!

The other person exudes an attitude of indifference towards everything, giving the impression of having power but nowhere to use it.

It was like a ball of cotton; he punched it hard, and it sank in. He pulled his hand back, and it swelled up again...

They will not be affected by him in the slightest.

At this moment, Draco, who had absolutely no idea what he would face after entering Hogwarts, thought to himself.

"And what about Quidditch?"

"I believe you will have a great time."

"...I'm talking about you! How do you feel?"

"It will be all right."

"..."

Angel glanced at him out of the corner of his eye and sensed that the young master was already on the verge of turning red.

“I thought you would remember how you used to be, knowing how to be adept at navigating social situations before you were fully grown,” Vold suddenly said.

Angel shook his head inwardly: "You don't understand. Young masters like this are always pampered. You can't pamper him too, and you certainly can't confront him head-on. The best approach is to be neither too soft nor too hard."

"Isn't it just that you're too lazy to deal with him?" Vold questioned.

He believed that, given his physical appearance in both his previous lives, it would be easy to win over anyone he wanted, so there was no need for Draco to still be of one mind.

Ingres fell into a suspicious silence, while Madame Malkin dutifully measured him with her measuring tape. After a long while, she finally spoke:

"He's easy to fool, but the Malfoys aren't."

"More importantly, I don't want to get involved in what might happen at Hogwarts in the future... As long as we can survive, with the potential of this body and our brains, we can rebel at Hogwarts in ten years!"

"What we need now is to detach ourselves from everything."

Unfortunately, that wouldn't be a rebellion against Dumbledore, but a rebellion against Harry Potter...

Just as I was thinking about Harry Potter, the doorbell of Madam Malkin's Robes Shop rang. Along with the ringing of the bell came Madam Malkin's voice greeting customers, followed by a boy with messy black hair.

Although he had never seen him before, Angell felt that he looked familiar.

Looking at the lightning bolt-shaped scar on his forehead, it's no longer necessary to wonder who he is.

Seeing the boy's curious yet cautious manner towards everything around him, Angel couldn't help but feel amused.

Who could have imagined that the cautious Harry would eventually become so ruthless, even killing Voldemort a second time in the original story?

The last memories that Voldemort carried within his soul surged into his mind—although many of his memories had become blurred, this one was particularly clear.

Angel closed his eyes, suppressing the somewhat inappropriate murderous intent in his heart.

This was not his subjective will, but rather... the impotent rage of some noseless man.

Harry can die, but not now.

Thanks to Angell's cooperation, the witch who was measuring him had almost finished her work. He stepped off the platform, stood aside, and planned to quietly watch the classic scene that was about to unfold.

"Honey, maybe you need to eat more... You look a little malnourished!"

Madam Malkin winked at him and then pushed Harry onto the platform.

Draco turned to look at Angel again, recalling the moment when the two of them stood on the platform together, and that smug expression resurfaced.

Angell: "..."

Although he didn't care about the Malfoys, he was still a little concerned about their height.

Yes, I need to drink milk every day from now on!

However, going to a restaurant is out of the question.

He's only eleven years old, there's still time!

Harry had been observing the two boys who were already in the shop.

They looked about my age, and they were here to buy school uniforms... Were they also going to Hogwarts?

"Hey, Angell, I'll have Dad take me to see the flying broomsticks later, do you want to come?"

Angell was looking at the other styles of robes in the shop—he was thinking that since they were school uniforms, why not prioritize convenience?

Hearing Draco's words, he said with little interest, "Perhaps you could invite this gentleman next to you..."

To be honest, he was quite tired after running all this way in Diagon Alley.

I don't understand why anyone would like shopping... Don't they get tired?

And then there are flying brooms... Angell always felt that the design of these things was very unfriendly to the human body.

At this moment, Draco finally looked at Harry.

However, the witch who was measuring his body data had already reached the position of his neck, so he only glanced at it before turning his gaze back.

So he didn't see the lightning bolt-shaped scar on Harry's forehead clearly.

"You're also a new student at Hogwarts?"

Harry was a little flustered when the topic suddenly turned to him.

He knew absolutely nothing about the wizarding world, and he felt that no matter what the boy said next, he wouldn't be able to respond...

"um, yes."

"You came alone? My dad's probably still buying books, and my mom's still looking for a wand shop... Quidditch, you should know what that is, right?"

Harry shook his head, somewhat confused: "I don't know..."

What a classic dialogue… Angell couldn’t help but exclaim.

He watched Harry's increasingly self-conscious expression grow, and his anticipation for the later, more unruly version of Harry grew stronger.

A typical example of someone who enjoys watching the drama unfold.

But suddenly, Harry looked at him with a pitiful expression.

Angell: "?"

Because he had been distracted for a moment, he hadn't actually heard what they were saying.

But Harry said nothing, and after giving Angor a strange look of sympathy, he jumped off the platform.

Mrs. Malkin has indicated that the measurements are complete.

Watching Harry leave, Angor looked at Draco with some confusion: "What did you say to him?"

Draco looked surprisingly guilty. He turned away as if he hadn't heard, but secretly he was hoping that Angel would ask him more questions.

He had been watching the guy's calm demeanor for far too long.

At the same time, he was somewhat relieved that Angell hadn't heard what they were saying.

When he was only one year old, Angell was already living with the Malfoys... He must feel sad when he talks about his biological parents, right?