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

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On Sunday, Ingres wrote a letter to Manuel.

(The one about internet entrepreneurship)

The letter inquired about his current situation and asked him to send him some middle school textbooks.

Hopefully, Manuel won't be too surprised when he sees the owl delivering the message!

As for why we need middle school textbooks, that's a long story.

Ever since the day he showed Draco the wonders of physics, he's become addicted to these things.

—But besides those physical laws, he seemed to have another thing he was even more curious about: how did Angell learn about them?

“I simply cannot imagine, a physics student Malfoy…” Vold murmured to himself as he sent the letter to Angel.

Angell looked out the window at the high clouds, exhaled, and smiled slightly.

Don't you think this is romantic?

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"We are constantly deciphering the shapes, sizes, and origins of all things, but we have no clue how big the universe really is... The fact that countless tiny particles keep coming forward is a miracle in itself."

Turning around and walking out of the owl hut, Angell strolled slowly down the empty corridor.

The revisit to Hogwarts Castle with Vold was finally accomplished on the first weekend of the new school term.

A cool breeze whistled in through the open window, causing the corner of his robe to flutter. Suddenly, the ribbon binding his hair came loose, and his slightly long hair flew in the air.

Angor waved his wand, and the ribbon returned to his hand.

"A silent spell?"

"Yes, our magic power has been growing rapidly recently."

He continued walking forward, stopping in front of an open window, gazing at the outline of the distant mountains, lost in thought.

"Just like what I said to you the day before we came to Hogwarts: if you come to a magical world and all you want to do is witness some famous scenes and save some people in the story, then that would be the biggest regret for me."

"A thirst for knowledge can also be a form of ambition... I want to explore the ultimate meaning of magic and the end of the universe, and then use all of that to control everything..."

"If Voldemort had seen a bigger world, he wouldn't have gone mad in the British wizarding world, well... assuming he didn't lose his mind!"

A breeze blowing in from the window brought a slight chill. Angell buttoned up his outer robe and turned to continue walking down the corridor.

"Let's talk about our plan to infiltrate the restricted book section... This will have to be a long-term plan, since we can't read too many books in a short period of time!"

The two walked and talked, but on the surface, he always maintained a blank expression.

Our final destination was the auditorium, as lunch was about to begin.

After lunch, Angell went to the library, wandering among the bookshelves, picking up most of the books, flipping through them, and then putting them back. Occasionally, he would sit down on a chair and read attentively for a few minutes.

(Upon seeing this, Mrs. Pince, the librarian, frowned deeply.)

By now, Angor has recovered at least four-fifths of his memories... at least his memories of magical knowledge.

If he didn't sneak into the restricted book section to take a look at the rest, he really wouldn't know when he would remember it.

When Angell returned to the common room after dinner, he saw a notice in the Slytherin common room.

The gist of it is that starting next week, they will be taking flight lessons with Gryffindor students every Thursday.

A number of Slytherin first-year students were gathered around the notice, discussing it excitedly.

Clearly, aside from the fact that they would be taking classes with Gryffindor students, they were all very excited about the news.

Yes...flying...what an exciting thing.

However, Angor knew that if magic power was strong enough, a wizard could fly directly with his physical body.

and so……

Upon spotting that bright gold amidst the crowd, Draco excitedly called out, "Angol, over here!"

"Did you see that? Next Thursday, the first flight lesson!"

Angell stood on the periphery of the crowd, not wanting to squeeze in with the others—although there weren't many people, everyone was very excited, and he felt that he might get accidentally injured if he went over.

"I saw it, but didn't you fly over it while we were in the manor?"

“That’s different!” Draco exclaimed excitedly.

But perhaps because there were people around him who knew about his past experiences, this time, he didn't tell the story of how he narrowly escaped the Muggle helicopter, as he did in the original story.

—Or perhaps he suddenly realized that Muggles can fly now!

Flying is no longer the exclusive domain of wizards; spells are.

Yes, that's what he must be thinking.

The evidence is that on that very night, Angel saw the incredibly ambitious Draco in his dormitory.

Watching Draco practice the spell repeatedly, Angor thought to himself, "Maybe if this continues, Draco might even surpass Hermione's grades by the end of the school year!"

Yes, although Hermione is a top student, for wizarding families that value education, many of the lower-grade courses are already covered at home. They just need to integrate and apply what they've learned once they start formal schooling so they can master them very well.

However, this would make it difficult for him to carry out his plan to lower the score—after all, the exam paper could have a perfect score.

Time passed day by day, and the flight lesson was drawing ever closer.

Angor increasingly felt that although many of these Slytherin students would be preoccupied with family honor in the future, they were still children at least for now.

The anticipation of flying permeated every day, and they often seemed absent-minded during class.

This "absent-mindedness" was particularly evident in the history of magic class.

On Monday's History of Magic, no one was drowsy—which meant no one was paying attention.

Angor was studying the drowsy magical field surrounding Professor Binns, which made him appear to be part of the "absent-minded" army as well.

—Angol was determined to master this kind of magic that could make people drowsy!

However, it was obvious that he hadn't gained anything from just one class period, especially in front of everyone.

The only memorable thing in the following days was probably the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Angell scrutinized Professor Quirrell's head, which was covered by a headscarf, and a series of thoughts raced through his mind. Perhaps his probing gaze was too intense, for Professor Quirrell had to turn his head to look at him during the lecture.

"Malfoy, do you... do you have a question?"

Angell looked into his eyes, his curiosity reaching its peak, and suddenly asked a question that seemed very abrupt to others.

“Professor, I’ve heard that the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is cursed by a mysterious person, and no one can hold this position for more than a year.”

"Why would a professor take such a dangerous position?"