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

?(*′?｀*)(*′?｀*)?

As a result of Angell’s actions, Madame Pomfrey sternly rejected his idea of ​​being discharged that evening, insisting that he rest for two more days.

Angell finally understood what it meant to lift a stone only to drop it on one's own foot.

But he didn't regret it at all—he still had the confidence to sneak out of the school hospital.

Soon, time passed, and night fell.

In a little while, it will be the time that Angor, Harry, and Ron agreed upon.

Angell lay in bed, and under Madame Pomfrey's superb medical skills, his body recovered quickly.

—Actually, it wasn't that serious to begin with; it just looked scary because of Angell's acting.

He lifted the covers and carefully observed his surroundings. After confirming that no one was watching him, he quietly left the school hospital along the wall.

As for what would happen if Madame Pomfrey discovered he was missing halfway through his run... that was not Angor's concern for the time being.

He stopped caring about the Academy Cup a long time ago.

This wasn't his first time wandering around Hogwarts at night, but it was the first time for this body.

The corridor was quiet; the daytime hustle and bustle was gone, and the tranquility was unsettling.

"It is often at times like these that Hogwarts is at its most enchanting... without the clamor of a bunch of kids, and with the wise men of the past gathered together, they create a profound silence..."

"If Dumbledore had agreed to my job application, none of the subsequent events might have happened."

"..."

"It's okay, this time, he won't have another chance to refuse."

Footsteps echoed in the empty corridor. In the distance, Angor saw Harry and Ron huddled in a corner, and... Hermione and Neville.

Angell had read the original work and knew what was happening, but he still looked completely bewildered.

"You're here... She's... Hermione Granger? And Neville Longbottom?"

"what happens?"

Harry and Ron exchanged a glance and nodded somewhat helplessly.

"Hmm...she probably overheard what we were saying, so she's been waiting for us in the common room late at night!"

Hermione glared at them both, then looked at Angel with hostility. She lowered her voice, her tone urgent, "You've broken school rules! And if you're caught, you'll face severe punishment!"

"Come on, Hermione, why are you making the worst-case scenario assumption?" Ron said, annoyed. "As long as we don't get caught, we're fine!"

Neville huddled to the side, watching them talk. He didn't say a word, trying to minimize his presence, but he also seemed determined to follow them.

Hermione clearly wanted to say something more, but Harry had already waved to Angor: "Let's go, let's go to the prize room first!"

The group set off.

Angor could sense that, at least with Harry and Ron, he was now completely one of their own.

In the darkness, he quietly curled the corners of his lips—truly a sincere savior!

But this is the result he wanted. If this were a game, then he is now, and will continue to do so for a long time to come, following the Dumbledore storyline.

It is obvious that he was successful.

That said, he was actually looking forward to a duel between Harry and Draco in the prize room.

Although it would seem foolish to engage in a duel compared to reporting Filch.

The glass cases displaying the souvenirs were clearly visible in the moonlight, and the trophies, shields, gilded vessels, and all the statues inside gleamed in the darkness.

Compared to the tension of the others, Angell was noticeably more relaxed. He observed the trophies, and a complex mix of emotions welled up within him once again.

There was a time when Riddle, while at Hogwarts, didn't have such lofty ideals; he simply wanted to become a powerful wizard and a celebrity, so he also longed to leave behind a trophy there.

Shaking his head, Angor pulled himself out of Riddle's memories and looked towards the door, wondering why Filch hadn't shown up yet.

Hmm... After this trip, he can hold Harry's hand and say, "Don't underestimate the bond between us."

The images in my mind became even more bizarre.

However, Filch still hadn't appeared, and Ron, glancing at his watch, said with some dissatisfaction, "He's late!"

Several more minutes passed, and Filch's voice still did not appear.

This development, different from the original work, successfully captured Ingres's full attention.

What's going on? Did Filch arrive late? Or did Draco not report it?

But at that moment, footsteps sounded in the silent corridor.

It wasn't one person and one cat, but three people.

Angell's expression turned somewhat strange.

Draco really came?

The door to the prize display room was pushed open, and Draco walked in with Crabbe and Goyle.

He was taken aback when he saw so many people in the prize display room, but just as a mocking smile appeared on his lips, he saw Angel standing in the crowd.

"Angol, what are you doing here?" Draco asked incredulously.

Angel shrugged and smiled at him, "I'll try to mediate between you two and see if I can clear up the misunderstanding!"

Draco's expression turned somewhat unpleasant. He didn't even look at anyone else and walked over step by step. Ron wanted to stop him, but Harry noticed that Draco was in a bad mood and reached out to pull Ron back.

“At least… they won’t fight…” Harry whispered.

Draco stopped in front of Angor: "Do you also think I did something wrong?"

Angel looked into Draco's eyes and slowly shook his head: "You did nothing wrong, at least in your own perception, you did nothing wrong."

"But before that, there are many things you don't know, such as... what Voldemort used your father and mother to do during the time they were under the Imperius Curse."

"It's not their fault, but it's not the fault of the victims of that wizarding war either. The only one at fault is the one who started the war!"

Draco's hands, hanging by his sides, clenched into fists. He understood what Angor meant, but he still felt wronged.

No, he couldn't perceive that emotion as feeling wronged. He felt a little angry, but looking into Angel's eyes, he felt extremely powerless.

“But now… they’re the ones making things difficult for our family!” he concluded. “But now, you’re on their side!”

Ron finally couldn't hold back any longer: "What do you mean we're making things difficult for you? Your father works at the Ministry of Magic, and he's certainly given my father a hard time!"

Draco instantly turned to him, completely abandoning his previous emotions. He sneered, "Then let's have a duel. The loser has to drop out of school, and that way the conflict will be over!"