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

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Regarding Voldemort, his last clear memory was of that dazzling green light, and then, he was in a daze of chaos until he entered Angor's body.

What followed was a long struggle of consciousness.

Therefore, Angor was quite certain that the part of Voldemort's soul that constituted his current soul was the one that went to kill Harry.

"Could it be that Voldemort's soul split again at that time?"

"That doesn't make sense either. At that time, his split soul should have entered Harry's body and turned Harry into a Horcrux..."

"Didn't it work?"

“Wait a minute, I suddenly realized something. We thought that Harry didn’t feel pain from the scar on his forehead when he saw me because our souls had changed.”

"But is it possible that Harry wasn't subconsciously turned into a Horcrux by Voldemort at all?"

"In that case, he naturally wouldn't feel anything at all..."

"This……"

"Harry's scar?"

But just then, Harry finished reading the piece of paper Hagrid had placed under the teacup warmer, and he looked at Hagrid excitedly:

"Hagrid, the day the Gringotts incident happened was my birthday! We were in Diagon Alley that day, and it's very possible we were there when it happened!"

When Harry asked the question, Hagrid didn't give a direct answer; he simply handed Harry another piece of rock cake.

Harry clearly discovered Hagrid's concealment of this matter, but no matter how much he asked Hagrid afterward, Hagrid refused to discuss it anymore.

“Perhaps we can find some time to check on Harry’s condition?” Angell said.

“Good idea,” Vold replied, “but in any case, it shouldn’t be now.”

Yes, at least not under Dumbledore's nose.

After chatting for a while, they walked back to the castle for dinner, their pockets full of rock cakes.

Angell felt that Hagrid was as warm as his grandmother from his previous life, insisting that he accept something before he would leave.

By this time, the afternoon sunlight had almost completely disappeared, and the sky was darkening.

Angor turned to look at Harry beside him, and seeing that he looked preoccupied, asked:

"Harry, what are you thinking about? You seem to have something on your mind."

Harry looked up at him, thought for a moment, and decided that it wouldn't hurt to tell Angor about it.

"Do you remember when we met in Diagon Alley on July 31st?"

"I remember, are you referring to the incident where Gringotts was broken into that day?"

Angel patted his chest dramatically, "To be able to break into Gringotts, you must be a very powerful dark wizard. I never expected a terrorist attack to happen right here in our neighborhood. Luckily, nothing serious happened!"

Hearing what Angor said, Harry felt a bit of lingering fear: "Looking back now, it was indeed quite lucky, and Hagrid and I even went to Gringotts that day."

"But that's not what I wanted to say..."

After Harry made sure no one was around, he gestured for the two to come closer before saying:

“That day in Gringotts, Hagrid and I retrieved a small bag from another vault. That vault contained only that small bag. Do you think the vault mentioned in the report that was ‘emptied earlier that day’ might be the one Hagrid and I went to?”

"So... you really did just miss out on the dark wizard!" Angor looked visibly shaken.

Harry and Ron's attention was clearly diverted by his words.

"Thinking back on it now, it was indeed quite dangerous... If Hagrid had really been holding what that dark wizard wanted, and we had run right into him..."

Harry considered Hagrid's fighting ability.

—Hagrid is a big guy. If his opponent were a Muggle, Harry thinks Hagrid could easily take on at least 100 people single-handedly. However, his wand is broken. If his opponent were a wizard…

To be honest, he wasn't very confident.

Back in the castle, they parted ways as they entered the Great Hall. Angor returned to the Slytherin table and began to quickly finish his dinner.

“Now many Slytherin students are looking at you strangely,” Vold said.

Angel took a sip of soup: "That's normal, after all, I just came back from playing with two Gryffindor students."

"Look at the reactions of those older students; they're clearly starting to believe in conspiracy theories!"

After a moment of silence, Vold said, "For example, the theory that Harry Potter is actually a powerful dark wizard, plus the rumor that I am actually the son of the Dark Lord?"

Angel nodded to himself: "Just wait and see, this weekend, someone might come and talk to me!"

And indeed, that was true, but now, their target for conversation was Draco.

However, perhaps because of what happened recently... to be precise, because of Angor's matter, Lucius and Narcissa had to change their "little dragon training plan".

As a result, the current Draco is much more intelligent than the spoiled rich kid in the original story.

He arrived at the Great Hall early, before most people had arrived, so he just found a seat and sat down. When Angor and Harry Ron entered the Great Hall together, Draco was already with someone, so Angor also just found a seat and sat down.

Just as he began to eat, the person sitting next to him started to initiate conversation, intentionally or unintentionally.

"Saint Potter... Oh, what a pity, he ended up in Gryffindor."

Draco glanced at him, said nothing, and continued eating.

However, the older student who took the initiative to come and sit next to him clearly didn't want to let him off so easily.

"I've heard so many versions of how Potter survived the Mystic, Draco, which one do you like best?"

Draco thought for a moment and remembered what Angel had said a few days earlier: "The human eye is like a mirror."

“?” Perikin Derek.

Draco turned his head and said in a serious tone, "Mirrors reflect light, so the green light of the Death Curse was reflected."

Everyone around Draco fell silent.

That's such a lame joke...

Perikin Derek took a deep breath, trying to maintain his smile: "That's an interesting point... but I've heard another interesting point before, I wonder what you think?"

Draco glanced at him and continued to recall Angel's reply after he had refused the answer that day.

What did Ingres say back then?

Draco pondered for a long time under Perrykin Derek's scheming gaze, then suddenly spoke:

"When parallel light rays strike a smooth surface, the reflected light rays are also parallel, and their angle of incidence is equal to the angle of reflection."

"So the mysterious man is dead."

Perikin Derek: "?"

Draco, seeing his reaction, suddenly felt a genuine sense of pleasure.

Finally, there was someone in this world who could understand the helplessness he felt when he spoke to Angell!

This is truly something to celebrate!