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

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Wizards possess magic because their genes express a protein that can influence magical particles.

This protein is abundant in the wizard's body. When it senses a specific, regular nerve impulse, the protein undergoes a conformational change due to the alteration of ion concentration.

In short, wizards are actually a type of magical creature.

Combining this with his previous ideas, the wand is made from biological fragments with a high content of magical particles and trees containing magical particles.

Therefore, according to this theory, wizards could also be materials for making wands.

Angell raised his hand to his eyes, his vision seemingly piercing through the white gauze to see the wound wrapped beneath—though that wound no longer existed.

This body can hold a relatively high amount of magic power among wizards, but it still can't compare to those true geniuses.

So... could he increase the total amount of magic power this body could withstand by replacing certain parts of his body or by replacing them with flesh and blood that could store more energy?

Just as he was thinking about these things, Madame Pomfrey came to his bedside. She checked on Angell's condition but refused to let him leave the hospital.

"Child, your body is still too weak. If you do strenuous exercise, you might faint again!"

"Here, eat this chocolate first!"

As Angel ate his chocolate, he thought that in this world, chocolate might be equivalent to a blood vial, or a red potion.

After Mrs. Pomfrey had walked away, a silence followed for a while before Vold suddenly spoke in his mind:

“I don’t object to your previous idea, but if you implement it directly on yourself, in my opinion, it’s no different from Riddle splitting his soul and creating Horcruxes. In the end, you might just kill yourself.”

Angell curled his lips into a smile, rolled over on the bed, and lay face down looking at the sky outside.

“Speaking of Riddell, I just remembered him. We haven’t talked to him for a while. Maybe we should find time to play another game of chess with him after I’m discharged from the hospital!”

"Don't worry about me. Before I put those crazy ideas into practice on myself, I will definitely use other people as test subjects first."

"Besides... do you think the world we live in now is like those outrageous idol dramas where the female lead's uterus and eyes can be swapped with the second female lead? They'd have to go to the hospital to check if the organs are a match first!"

"I don't want to end up looking like a monster because of some inexplicable reason!"

vold: "..."

This makes him look really stupid...

But he soon remembered another problem.

"But if you want to raise the limit of a person's magic tolerance, it would be difficult to verify whether it would be effective by experimenting on other people. After all, it is hard to say whether the magic of the people you capture for experiments can exceed their body's tolerance limit."

Angell raised an eyebrow: "Are you stupid!"

vold: "?"

Angell spoke to him in a tone as if speaking to a child:

"Poor Vold, use your brain! Why can't I lower the minimum magic tolerance of the wizard I captured for experiments? That way, I can just capture another wizard with even less magic and complete the experiment!"

"Vold, why aren't you saying anything? Don't you want to talk?"

vold: "..."

He then went offline, looking quite fresh and charming.

Madam Pomfrey allowed Angle to be discharged in the evening, and Harry and Ron arrived after Potions class.

—It's Friday today. Potions class ended at 10:30, so there's still some time before lunch.

Since Angor's condition was no longer serious, only that he was still a little weak, Madam Pomfrey did not prevent Harry and Ron from visiting him, but she did not allow them to make a scene in the school hospital.

As soon as they sat down beside Angell's bed, Ron couldn't wait to speak:

"Angol, I have good news for you!"

Angell knew exactly what he was going to say, but he still cooperated by looking at Ron with a questioning gaze.

Ron pointed to Harry sitting next to him, a mysterious yet knowing look on his face, and said in an exaggerated tone:

"It's Harry! He's become the Seeker for the Gryffindor Quidditch team! It's Professor McGonagall's decision!"

"What?!" Angell feigned surprise, then turned to look at Harry, his eyes seeming to lighten slightly and sparkle.

Harry nodded, a hint of pride still lingering in his expression.

But soon, a look of worry appeared on his face.

"That's true, but not many people know about it right now. I've only told those close to me. Angel, you have to keep it a secret for me!"

Angel nodded: "Of course, I won't sabotage things like this just because the academy is different, anyway..."

He shrugged. "There's no one I support on Slytherin's Quidditch team... But why the long face? Isn't this something to be happy about?"

Harry sighed heavily. "It's like this. We already know what happened yesterday. After Professor McGonagall took me away, you and Draco Malfoy were also taken away by Professor Snape, and you fell into a coma in Snape's office."

"So that's probably why Draco Malfoy is blaming us and challenging me to a duel tonight at midnight in the trophy room."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Ron eagerly interjected from the side:

"Wasn't it him who provoked us first, trying to steal Neville's memory orb? If he hadn't caused this trouble, things wouldn't have turned out this way! By the way, Angor, are you alright?"

Angel shook his head to indicate that he was fine, and his expression became somewhat strange.

He originally thought that because of the impact he had caused, especially what happened yesterday, the midnight duel should have been forgotten, but he never expected it to be staged again in this way.

Harry and Ron, seeing the expression on Angor's face, could understand his complex emotions. Ron sighed and said somewhat helplessly:

“We know your position, and being caught in the middle must be very uncomfortable... This matter... Sigh... Let's duel it is! I'm going to beat Draco Malfoy so badly that even his own mother wouldn't recognize him!”

After a moment of thought, Angell suddenly said, "Actually, I think there must be some misunderstanding that led things to develop the way they are now."

"I'll be able to be discharged from the hospital in a while. Draco will probably keep tonight's duel a secret from me, and I'll sneak over there."

"Perhaps you could try talking it out... maybe if you clear things up, there won't be any conflicts!"

“But I think he just wants to cause trouble for us…” Harry said softly.

Angell laughed: "I saw what happened too. It was indeed him who made things difficult for you first. If you can't reason with him..."

His eyes narrowed slightly, a dangerous glint flashing in them: "I'll join you in pinning him to the ground and beating him to a pulp!"

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