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

?????

Holding the wand in his hand, Angor waved it once, and that feeling of familiarity became even stronger.

The wand boxes around him floated up and circled around him. Angor turned to look at Ollivander.

Surprise almost overflowed from Ollivander's silver eyes.

The child's intuition was actually correct...

What a brilliant talent for the Wandmaster!

It's a pity that the Malfoy family probably doesn't have this kind of tradition.

He shook his head and looked at Angel with a somewhat regretful expression.

"Congratulations on finding the perfect wand for you! I remember watching my grandfather make this wand when I was very young; it was truly beautiful!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his gaze flickered and he met Angel's eyes again.

The blood-red color, resembling amber, instantly calmed the sigh in his heart.

It's so similar...it's really too similar...

It's not just his eyes, but his expression.

Others might not make such a conjecture, but every wand maker has a keen intuition.

Clearing his throat, Ollivander turned to Draco: "Let me measure you, son."

Angor held his wand in his hand, and although a third of his soul was roaring in resistance, he still loved his wand.

Yes, his wand likes him too.

He quietly stepped aside and carefully examined the white floral patterns on it.

The Malfoys' somewhat unpleasant expressions, which had appeared when they were choosing a wand for Angle, all vanished.

They were all watching Draco intently, anticipating the arrival of his wand.

As for Angell, he has now returned to being invisible.

No matter what others say or do, the best course of action is to survive until you have the strength to take Dumbledore's place!

"Uh……"

"Shut up, don't argue! Your headmaster isn't dead, the teacher who told you about Horcruxes isn't dead, the guy who sold you the wand isn't dead, only you are dead! You were born in the same year as the Queen of England, yet you didn't even outlive a Muggle like her!"

Angell got angry just thinking about it.

The key point is that he also has Voldemort's first-person perspective memories, which, combined with the memories of the transmigrator and the Voldemort jokes he saw online in his previous life, make him want to dig his toes into the ground.

This is so embarrassing... It's better to play it safe!

vold: "..."

I can't refute it, but I'm so angry!

wrong……

"Don't I still have Horcruxes?"

"So, will it bring you back to life inside the Horcrux?" Angel sneered.

This time, vold was completely speechless.

Because he knew that even if he obtained the Horcrux, he would most likely not be able to revive the soul within it.

Although Voldemort's consciousness dominates this personality, the fact that he is Angel is undeniable.

If he actually gets his hands on a Horcrux, he might even work with Angor to figure out how to extract the power of the soul fragments within it.

He possesses the memories and personality of the Dark Lord, but is ultimately just a distorted mirror image.

As expected, the wand Malfoy ultimately received was made of hawthorn wood and unicorn hair, just like in the original story.

After receiving the wand, he waved it excitedly, forgetting all about Quidditch, and Apparated home with his parents.

Angel's life seemed to have suddenly become peaceful. The Malfoys continued to tacitly pretend that he didn't exist, but Draco would always "accidentally" wander into Angel's vicinity.

He doesn't do anything, he just looks around and then leaves on his own after a while.

At first, Angor wondered if he had discovered something, such as being seen practicing magic by him.

But it turned out that Draco really just came to take a look.

As time went on, he also found it increasingly difficult to ignore Draco.

"What are you looking at?" In the garden, Angel suddenly turned his head and looked at Draco.

He was just observing a plant that looked very much like a potion ingredient from his memory.

The ingredients for this potion aren't very expensive, but using them to decorate a garden... isn't that a bit too extravagant?

Although he thought it was a bit nouveau riche-ish, upon further reflection, using some potion ingredients to decorate the garden might not really be considered showing off for the Malfoy family.

Alright, another day of hating rich people.

Draco had no idea what Angor was thinking. To him, Angor remained calm and composed, as if he didn't care about anything.

Here it is again...

He felt inexplicably irritable.

"It's nothing, and it's none of your business. This is my home, and I can watch whatever I want!"

Angel said "Oh," turned around, and prepared to leave: "Then take your time looking around."

Draco: "?"

He watched Angell's retreating figure and suddenly realized that he hadn't thought anything of what he'd just said, but to Angell, it might have sounded like—

This is my home, not yours, so I can do whatever I want, and you have no right to ask me.

Draco was struck dumb.

Merlin knew that his initial thought was actually to get closer to Angor so that they would be natural allies after entering Hogwarts.

Well... there was a bit of pity on Angell involved.

On the day he returned from Diagon Alley, while he was still basking in the joy of obtaining the wand, Angell seemed to have vanished from Malfoy Manor.

He had only mentioned Angell once during dinner, and his parents repeatedly told him not to pay any attention to Angell.

What did they say back then...?

Oh, right—

“Draco, I must tell you this carefully, Angel is a nuisance someone planted in our family. You must stay away from him. Who knows if he might… he might…”

"Could he do something?"

Lucius and Narcissa exchanged a glance, their expressions both quite subtle.

“We don’t want you to get involved in dangerous things, and if in the future… Angell will definitely be at the center of the incident!”

Draco was thinking about the business investment knowledge his father had taught him:

"But since he'll be at the center of this whole mess, why should we treat him like this? Wouldn't it be better to build a good relationship with him?"

The mother's tone was extremely gentle, yet also extremely complex:

"Because of what I just said, no one can say for sure whether it will actually happen, and judging from the current situation, it is highly unlikely... After all, that person is already dead, while the boy who survived the ordeal has lived."

"Because of some things that happened in the past, we had to adopt him and leave him here."

“Every time I see him, it reminds your father and me of those unpleasant things…”

"So, Draco, promise Mom you'll stay away from him, okay?"

Draco still didn't understand why, but seeing his parents' solemn expressions and the anxiety hidden in their eyes, he nodded.

However, he regretted it as soon as he nodded.

Because he was really curious.

Moreover... what did the people of the past do to Angell?

And so, during these days, Draco would occasionally peek out from Angel's eyes.

Of course, he always peeked out quietly, so Lucius and Narcissa knew nothing about it.

As Angel's figure was about to disappear around the corner, Draco gritted his teeth and chased after him.

Now that his parents are not home, he can easily communicate with Angell in secret.

however--

Draco's eyes widened slightly.

A figure dressed in a black robe and wearing a hood quietly appeared behind Angell.

From beneath the black robe, a long, vine-like magic wand emerged.

"Angol, run—!" Draco screamed.