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

Ahhhhhh, I'm running out of emoticons! Can I steal a few?

(? ?? ?)

………………

The atmosphere in the trophy room suddenly plummeted to freezing point, as Draco and Ron both drew their wands.

A duel seems imminent.

"The butterfly effect we created is really strange. Although Harry and Draco had conflicts, the biggest conflict was actually with Ron..." Angor thought to himself.

"However, the Malfoy and Weasley families have never gotten along. I heard that Lucius Malfoy and Arthur Weasley had some conflicts when they were in school... So it makes sense."

"Vold, who do you think will win?"

Angel stood aside, his face pale as he watched everything unfold, as if he hadn't expected things to turn out this way.

Hmm, "it seems"...

“Unless Ron Weasley rushes in and knocks Draco down before he can unleash his magic, I think Lucius and Narcissa’s recently revised ‘Dragon Raising Plan’ is going to win,” Vold said.

Angel nodded to himself: "Hmm...that makes sense...but for now, it should end in a draw..."

Because from afar, he could already hear another set of footsteps.

They made quite a commotion here just now; they must have been noticed.

Is the professor here? Or is it Filch?

However, Angel didn't intend to remind them too early, since his current script should be about trying to persuade his brother to put aside the "family conflict," which led to a heated argument with his brother.

Well, even if he didn't remind them, he felt that others would notice it.

After all, the plot, or the trajectory of fate, will still follow the predetermined path, except for the part that he accidentally dropped.

They also want to see Hagrid's little pets!

"...Didn't you ever think that if you didn't remind them, it would also trigger a butterfly effect?" Vold's voice sounded softly.

Angel didn't know why, but he just felt in his heart that things shouldn't have turned out this way.

...Actually, it doesn't matter if they're found out, since Dumbledore is unlikely to let Slytherin win the House Cup anyway.

Meanwhile, Draco and Ron had already begun chanting spells.

"Legs frozen to death!" Draco seemed to be venting all his anger on Ron.

Ron's demonic power also targeted Draco, who hated him, and Ron hated Draco just as much.

"Tarantella dance!"

However, both spells missed their mark, passing each other in mid-air before striking the wall behind them.

Harry caught two falling trophies with lightning speed, while Hermione caught another.

The moment the spell was cast, Neville's voice rang out in a hint of fear: "I think... I think I heard... footsteps!"

Angell smiled smugly to himself: "Looks like you're overthinking it!"

After Neville's shout, the prize display room fell silent.

No one spoke; only the heavy breathing of a few people could be heard.

Because they heard it too after Nawi reminded them.

“Someone’s coming! We have to get out of here right away—before that person gets here!” Hermione whispered.

The group exchanged quick glances. Harry walked over and opened the door a crack—good news, the person who had come in had likely gone into another room and wasn't in the hallway.

He waved his hand behind him and mouthed for everyone to follow him.

No one spoke. The tense atmosphere that had been on the verge of conflict instantly plummeted to freezing point, even among Ron and Draco, who had been locked in a fierce fight.

They quickly slipped out through the door Harry had opened, Hermione being the last to leave, and the atmosphere was incredibly tense.

They tried their best not to make a sound, but the footsteps that seemed to have entered another room rang out again.

The group quickened their pace, but the sound of the doorknob turning had already begun.

"They're not here... Loris, let's check other places... They must be here, I just heard some noise!"

It's Filch, and his cat, Mrs. Loris.

As soon as the door opens, they will appear right in front of Filch!

The old door hinges creaked as the door opened a crack, and the light from the lantern Filch held shone into the dimly lit corridor.

"Run!" Harry shouted.

Almost everyone started running, and no one noticed that Angell quietly turned around and went into an empty room in the darkness.

The sound of everyone running effectively masked the sound of the door being gently closed.

Angell leaned against the door, listening to their footsteps receding into the distance, then another set of footsteps, probably Filch's, before he too ran off into the distance.

He leaned against the door, quietly slid down, and sat down against the door, breathing heavily with some discomfort.

The distance I just ran wasn't very far, but that's in comparison to other people.

“Cough cough…” Angel coughed and sat on the ground for a while before slowly getting up.

"They're really in great shape... Could this be considered a hurdle race around Hogwarts?"

"...I wonder if Filch can catch up with them. It's probably unlikely. But after this incident, their relationship with Draco should improve. Parents always have such high hopes for their children!"

As Angel spoke, he examined his surroundings.

The main purpose was to confirm whether someone was monitoring him.

Although Dumbledore probably wouldn't be that malicious... In Dumbledore's eyes, he always showed some kindness to everyone except those children he thought would become "second-generation demons".

"...Lucius and Narcissa probably wouldn't want their son involved in this kind of activity."

"That's hard to say... I managed to turn Draco from a minor boss into the protagonist's sidekick... Well, if he can seize the opportunity!"

"Lucius and Narcissa are thanking me profusely!"

"...Are you taking the Malfoys into your Dumbledore storyline?" Vold asked, puzzled.

"That's different. Do you believe anyone can remain untainted by the mud? For Dumbledore, the Malfoys are continuing down the wrong path, and I'm the only one on his side, for reasons unknown... and not even like Sirius. Shouldn't he start to suspect me?"

"And... Draco's words about family being the most important touched me quite a bit."

"So my relationship with him is currently friendly and even trusting, but I get along well with Draco and also with Harry and the others, while they don't get along... It seems so strange!"

"The best scenario is that Harry, the three of them, form a small group, and outside of that small group, I have Draco, and Neville can form a larger small group."

Angor put the wand back in the wand pouch and straightened his clothes.

After his confirmation, it was clear that no one was monitoring him.

"Let's go, we can go check out the forbidden book section now!"