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

╭?(* ' - ' * )?╮

After Angell's words, the atmosphere among the three became more harmonious than ever before.

Harry seemed to suddenly remember something: "By the way, Angle, Snape...did he do something to you? Is that why you fainted in his office..."

As he said this, his gaze fell on the gauze wrapped around Angel's left wrist.

Angel pursed his lips. He found the question a bit difficult to answer, and in the end, he decided to tell the truth.

He sighed, lowered his head slightly, and his expression became somewhat complicated, as if something was troubling him.

"Is such that……"

"Professor Snape said that I... may very well have Salazar Slytherin's blood in me."

"Then……"

His brows furrowed even deeper as he looked down at the wound on his wrist, his lips pursed slightly, and a hint of helplessness appeared in his eyes.

He didn't finish his sentence, but the audience already understood.

"He took your blood?!" Harry couldn't control his voice, but he didn't care about that now.

He stared wide-eyed at Angell in disbelief.

Snape was already considered utterly wicked in his mind, and now this...

“Angol, he…he really…”

Angel nodded slightly, his expression somewhat bewildered.

"He's a professor! No... how could someone like him be fit to be a professor!"

Harry became even more excited.

Ron joined Harry in their "outrage"—the two of them denouncing Snape together sounded as if the entire Gryffindor school was firing at Snape.

As a result, after they made a few noises, Mrs. Pomfrey lifted the curtain with a grim expression and appeared in front of them.

"Didn't I say before that I wouldn't limit your visiting hours, but you need to keep quiet?"

"Get out of here right now!!!"

“Oh, Mrs. Pomfrey, listen to us, it’s Professor Snape…”

“Yes, Mrs. Pomfrey, it’s Snape…”

"Enough! Get out now, immediately!"

And so, amidst the escalating noise, Harry and Ron were expelled from the school hospital.

And here, they encountered an unexpected person—Dumbledore.

Seeing Dumbledore's kind smile, Harry and Ron's resentment rose again.

Oh no, they were just scared off by Mrs. Pomfrey's yelling.

Harry ran across the corridor, with Ron close behind him.

"Mr. Dumbledore, we have something very important to tell you!"

Seeing the two people rushing over anxiously, Dumbledore stopped where he was.

“Don’t run so fast, Harry, and Ron… especially you. I think Wood would be very sad if you missed Quidditch practice because of a fall!”

“Headmaster, I won’t start Quidditch training until next week…” Harry glanced at Ron, “I have something very important to tell you. We visited Angle at the school hospital earlier…”

Harry was interrupted once again.

"Severus took his blood, is that what you mean?" Dumbledore winked at Harry.

"Actually, I made him do it... There are many secrets in Hogwarts, and of course, many dangers as well."

“And Angor carries the blood of the founder, making him special to Hogwarts. So… some of his blood can help us understand the castle more deeply.”

“However…” Dumbledore looked somewhat helpless, and he shrugged. “My original intention was simply for Severus to take a few drops, but he seems to have misunderstood me!”

“It’s all my fault, I didn’t explain things to him clearly!” He waved the basket he was carrying. “So now, I have to go check on Angel Malfoy’s situation. I need to pay for my mistake!”

Harry and Ron exchanged another glance. They felt like they had punched a pillow; they were still angry, but they couldn't vent it at all.

Dumbledore smiled at them and said, "It's getting late. Perhaps you should head to the Great Hall and enjoy your lunch!"

After saying that, he ignored Harry and Ron, who were standing there dumbfounded, walked past them, went through the corridor, and entered the school hospital.

Harry and Ron took a while to react. Harry snorted, "It turns out it was Snape after all! Mr. Dumbledore must have taken the blame himself to protect him!"

"But...Angol's blood... can actually be used to explore the secrets of Hogwarts?"

Ron tugged at Harry's sleeve, and together they dodged the translucent ghost that floated past them: "Didn't you hear what Headmaster Dumbledore just said?"

“Angol has the blood of one of the founders…no wonder he was sorted into Slytherin in the end!”

"Sigh... Let's go first. I don't know if Angell himself knows about this. We can talk to him about it tonight!"

……

At this moment, in the school hospital, Angel was leaning against the headboard, doing nothing.

He felt he was being dragged down by Harry and Ron.

After they were kicked out by Mrs. Pomfrey for making a scene, Mrs. Pomfrey seemed to still be angry and gave him a cold shoulder.

Because he was sent here directly by Snape, he has nothing on him now—he can't even play chess with Vold on paper.

With his eyes closed, Ingres continued to refine his theory on "A Certain Scientific Hogwarts".

He wasn't a physics or biology major, but he had a good grasp of high school-level math, physics, and chemistry. Even though many years have passed, he can still recall them when he thinks about it carefully.

...Perhaps he should find some time to review it later.

During holidays, you can also visit a Muggle library to read some books.

"I didn't have the chance to study abroad in my past life, but now I've got to stay..."

Just as Angell finished his exclamation, he heard Madame Pomfrey and another person talking.

The voice was familiar... which made him very irritable.

"Mr. Dumbledore, are you going in?"

“I think so, Bobby.”