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

?????

Draco, carrying his schoolbag, walked over to Angor and looked at Hermione's retreating figure with some confusion: "I have a feeling that she's deliberately not wanting to come with us... She was perfectly fine just a few days ago!"

Angell glanced at him: "You have to think about it, she's a Gryffindor student, and she definitely cares about what other people think, unlike us, who, just because of the Malfoy surname, no one dares to say anything about us... What's so special about being friends with a Gryffindor?"

He didn't say that what they were doing now might make some people think they were trying to win over someone who would achieve great things in the future.

After all, judging from Hermione's current performance, as long as she doesn't go astray, she will definitely be outstanding in the future.

Draco frowned, but in the end he could only sigh helplessly: "Let's go, we should head to the Great Hall."

After dinner, the two returned to their dormitory together. After confirming that Draco had resumed reading, Angel took out a seemingly ordinary diary from the drawer.

This is Tom Riddle's diary, but it has been disguised by Angell so that even if someone opens it, they would think they are seeing Angell's own diary.

However... Angell felt that diaries were written for others to read, so there was no need to write them too truthfully.

For example, the content he fabricated probably included his current worries and some desires... If someone actually read it, Angell didn't believe that person wouldn't be moved by him.

Turning to a blank page, Angell picked up his quill pen.

Long time no see, how are you?

Riddle replied with a string of ellipses.

He really doesn't want to see Angell at all right now.

For more than a month, Angell almost never had a normal conversation with him. He always said some inexplicable things, such as things that Angell couldn't understand but found very funny.

Including but not limited to: "The youngest Seeker couldn't find a single letter even though there were letters everywhere in the house," "Was Quirrell gossiping with the face behind his head while they were playing chess?" "Idiot, fly!" "The battle is over, can we start playing Quidditch now?"...

After writing all this nonsensical stuff, he still wanted to play Go on him...

(According to Angell, this way there's no need to change the paper and no trace of him slacking off in class, which is very convenient.)

—The only information Riddle had gathered was that the game was called "Go".

And then that was it... Actually, no, there's still the name "Quirk" and the title of "the youngest Seeker in history".

Yes, this time it's really over.

Just as he was thinking this, he saw Angel write on the paper: "Let's have a talk. I'm done with you. Let's get down to business today."

Riddle immediately perked up.

At first, Angell took his diary very seriously every time he opened it, but later he realized that Angell didn't take him seriously at all, and he couldn't do anything about Angell, so he gave up.

“What are you trying to say?” Riddle asked directly.

After experiencing Angell, what I hate most now is people who speak in riddles.

Angel thought for a moment: "I just want to ask, what were you feeling when you were pretending to be obedient in front of Slughorn?"

Riddle: "?"

vold: "..."

He was almost starting to feel sorry for Riddle.

God knows how he's been dealing with Angel all these years... Well, at least Angel hasn't been harassing him like that.

"Ahem... If you don't want to talk about this, then tell me, how exactly does the Black Magic Mark control other people?"

Upon seeing this line of text, Riddle's previously agitated mood immediately calmed down. He read it over and over again, feeling a sense of relief.

While it's not normal for a first-year wizard to know about the Dark Mark and want to know how to use it, at least he knows what Angor wants.

So, could he...?

"I can teach you."

The words appeared on the diary.

Angell looked at the words, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes.

He believed Riddell would definitely try to exploit this situation.

“Don’t rush,” Angell continued writing. “I know what you want, and I know all your secrets.”

"Furthermore, I think... our positions don't have to be hostile."

This time, Riddle took a long time to reply.

He replied with a question mark.

"You were the first Horcrux Voldemort created when he was 16... Specifically, you discovered the Chamber of Secrets in Slytherin, released the Basilisk from it, killed Myrtle, and framed Rubeus Hagrid for it all."

"Through this event, you received a special contribution award, and then used your diary to create your first Horcrux."

"Well, there are some even more unknown things, such as when you were in the orphanage, you killed other children's pets and stole the orphanage director's jewelry to sell for money..."

"At that time, your plan was to save up enough money, leave there, and go to London to join the mafia."

"By the way, the money you hid was all in that wardrobe, which was burned to the ground by Dumbledore."

Angell took a small silver knife from the drawer, wiped it with a piece of paper, and slowly cut his fingertip, a drop of blood falling onto the diary.

"Can you feel it? The blood of Salazar Slytherin."

"Who are you?" Tom Riddle asked urgently in his diary.

He had no memory of what happened after the diary was written, but he roughly knew what achievements he had made afterward.

After all, for a long time, Voldemort personally kept his Horcruxes.

He could also sense that a long time had passed since the diary was completed.

Therefore... it's no ordinary thing that Angell knows so much!

What he knows is not even something that could possibly be investigated... Unless Dumbledore used Legilimency on him back then, no one would know what plans he had made for the future!

and so……

Riddle panicked.

I was even more flustered than when I first met Dumbledore.

Angel smiled and said, "As long as you are willing to cooperate with me, I will not be your enemy. Now, can you tell me how to control the Black Magic Mark? I can find some unicorn blood for you soon."

"...As for who I am, I will tell you next time I want to talk to you."

Silence spread, and the only sound in the dormitory was Draco turning the pages of his book.

After a long while, the other side seemed to have finally made up their minds.

"it is good……"

Angell smiled with satisfaction.