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

??

Looking at the words appearing on the paper, the boy sitting at his desk in the diary fell into deep thought.

Is it that the child holding the diary has finally decided to reach out to him and confide in him?

Judging from this sentence, that is indeed the meaning.

But why does he always feel like something's not right?

He couldn't explain why, but it was like some kind of intuition; this feeling kept lingering in his mind.

Riddle began to turn the page, and what Angel had written on the paper came into view.

The complaints about teachers and classmates... but it's clear that there isn't much real negative emotion in them; rather, it's more like a subconscious behavior when bored.

Or rather, it means looking down on everyone equally.

Then there are some simpler variations of magic. There are many corrections and erasures in the writing, which shows that the writer was indeed thinking and writing at the same time.

(Riddle was somewhat surprised by this. The magical variations were not difficult, but they were not something a freshman could create. The person holding the diary now would definitely be a magical genius who would be recorded in history.)

There are also numerous records of him playing chess against himself... This is a type of chess he has never seen before, where the pieces are only black and white, and the winner is determined by the number of pieces remaining.

The person holding the diary is playing chess with himself almost every day, and judging from the writing, it's his left hand playing against his right hand.

(Riddle was puzzled by this)

In conclusion, he couldn't see anything clearly. The only thing he could understand was the well-hidden arrogance that emanated from the person's writing.

Looking at this statement now, everything seems to make sense.

So, how do you answer in a way that will get someone like that to open up to you?

The answer is obvious!

……

In Slytherin's dormitory, under the light of a desk lamp, Angor rested his elbow on the table, propped his head up with his hand, and wore a mocking smile.

It feels like...playing with your younger self (?).

The words slowly emerged on the diary.

"In this world, there are only two paths that we can truly choose: either enjoy solitude or succumb to worldly ways."

"When you can't find your own kind around you, loneliness is an inevitable process... You're probably wondering why I can talk to you, but I think you'd be willing to play a game with me this morning?"

Yes, in Riddle's eyes, Angel is now lonely, or more accurately, a lonely genius. Although he is not eccentric, no one around him can resonate with him on a soul level.

In short, he felt that everyone around him was stupid.

However, in Riddle's eyes, such people were also the easiest to deal with.

Because he is also a person like that.

He watched as Angel drew a chessboard in his diary—the game began.

five minutes later.

Angell was satisfied with capturing Riedel's white stones, and won a great victory in this game of Go.

He blew on the ink on the diary and squinted his eyes contentedly.

—When he played chess with Vold before, he was always sincere and didn't follow any rules. His main purpose was to have fun, not to fight to the death. But now it's different.

"I'm not lonely at all, and... you can't imagine how happy I am!"

"We'll talk when you beat me, poor Riddle."

After writing that sentence, Angel slammed his diary shut and began working on his weekend homework at an unusually fast pace.

At this moment, within the consciousness space of the diary, the expression of the black-haired, red-eyed boy gradually stiffened, then showed a hint of confusion.

what happened?

Was his judgment completely wrong?

And how would this person know my name?

Has the secret of the Horcruxes been exposed?

How is that possible?

But if that's not the case, how do you explain what's happening now?

And—who exactly is the person holding the diary right now?

For the first time, Tom Riddle panicked a little.

……

At 2:40 p.m., Angor met up with Harry and Ron at the castle gate. Together they crossed the grounds and headed toward Hagrid's residence.

Hagrid lived in a small cabin on the edge of the Forbidden Forest. There was a crossbow and a pair of rubber boots at the front door. Not many people usually walked this way, and the fields next to it gave it a pastoral and leisurely feel.

Angor really enjoyed the feeling of living in such a place—but while fantasizing about living in such a place, his obsession with becoming the headmaster of Hogwarts and controlling the Ministry of Magic from behind the scenes did not diminish at all.

He himself felt quite conflicted.

This is probably what it means to not completely retire from public life?

Harry had already knocked on the door, and along with the knocking came the sounds of a rather intense struggle and a few barks from dogs.

Just by listening to the sounds, some people might suspect that a fight is taking place inside.

Fortunately, Hagrid's voice rang out in the house just in time: "Back up, Tooth, back up."

The door was opened a crack, revealing Hagrid's large, bearded face.

"Oh, you've come! Wait a minute... step back, Tooth!"

Tooth is a big black dog with a collar around its neck. Hagrid is currently grabbing the collar and pulling Tooth forcefully into the room.

The three entered the room, which was not large, consisting of only one room. Hams and pheasants hung from the ceiling, a copper kettle was boiling water in a brazier, and the large bed in the corner was covered with bedding pieced together from scraps of cloth.

After taking a clear look at the scene inside the room, a barely perceptible hint of disdain flashed across Angell's eyes.

...Okay, he admitted it. The idyllic life he imagined was a secluded life where he would become a big shot and someone would take care of everything in his life.

Instead of wasting his time on those trivial matters, he'd rather spend it exchanging witty remarks with those old foxes from his past life.

"Isn't playing chess a waste of time?" Vold asked.

After a moment of silence, Angell said, "Why do you think some people would rather play on their phones than do housework?"

"..."

"Alright, let's not talk about this anymore, Vold. What do you think about finding a place to create a peaceful and serene scene after we conquer the wizarding world?"

"as long as you are happy……"

"Yes, you can't imagine how happy I am!"

"..."

At this moment, Hagrid finally let go of Tooth. This dog was just like Hagrid, not as fierce as he appeared.

"Don't be shy, come and sit down!" Hagrid invited the three of them.