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

?*:.?? ? ?? .:*?

November has arrived, and the first Quidditch match of the school year is about to begin.

Angor didn't really care about this, but because Harry, Ron, and Draco were all big Quidditch fans, he knew all about the Quidditch teams and classic events from past Quidditch matches.

It was entirely out of necessity that I was forced to learn.

There was nothing they could do; they talked about this almost all day long.

Sometimes, when he couldn't stand it anymore, Angel would relinquish control of his body to Vold and then go AFK, lost in thought.

During this time, although Draco was not a member of the Slytherin Quidditch team, he would often go to watch the Slytherin Quidditch team practice.

The good news is that they didn't argue about which team to support in the Quidditch match... which, in Angel's opinion, was nothing short of a miracle.

Draco's response was that since he wasn't a member of the Quidditch team yet, he didn't really care whether the Slytherin team won or not.

According to him, the only thing he cares about in the upcoming match is the points he will get if he wins.

……probably.

Judging from his expression, Angell was quite certain that everyone on the Slytherin Quidditch team would receive brand-new brooms as gifts next school year.

Although Draco has been changed a lot by the wind created by the flapping of his butterfly wings, some deeply ingrained ways of thinking are not so easy to change.

For example, in Draco's eyes now, money is still omnipotent.

However, at this stage, Slytherin has a very high chance of winning the College Cup.

The primary reason is that Snape rarely deducts points from Slytherin's house; in fact, he often adds points for Slytherin for minor reasons.

However, this did not prevent Draco from swatting Snape when there were no other Slytherin students besides Angle.

(Regarding how he ruined what should have been a very good relationship between Snape and Draco, Angor felt truly innocent—it was Snape himself who did it!)

Then there's the agreement between Ingres and Dumbledore.

He would get first place in his grade in the end-of-year exams, and then Dumbledore would teach him about magic circles.

In order to avoid his final exam results appearing too conspicuous, Angell began to behave more boldly in class.

Well... I can't possibly attend the lectures, but I absolutely have to get the points for the practical exercises!

And as Angor started to curl up, Hermione, naturally unwilling to fall behind, began to put even more pressure on herself.

According to Harry and Ron, she would sometimes even stay up all night practicing spells in the common room...

As for Draco... although he said he didn't care, he was still somewhat swayed by Angel.

So, within this small group, with the three of them now in a state of flux, Harry and Ron experienced an unprecedented sense of oppression.

But...

"What should I do, Harry? I feel so sleepy right now..."

"We've only been reading for half an hour, Ron, hang in there! At least we can't let Snape lose points in class tomorrow!"

"Ahhh, I can't take it anymore! How can those three sit in the library all afternoon without saying a word?!"

"Ugh……"

"Let's play wizard chess, Harry!"

"How about... I read for another half hour?"

"Then why did you take the chessboard out...?"

"Ahem... Let's go down quietly, so they don't notice we've been daydreaming again!"

At this moment, Mrs. Pince walked over and said, "The library is not a place to play chess. If you keep making noise here, you will disturb other people!"

Harry and Ron exchanged a glance and slipped out of the library while trying to make themselves as inconspicuous as possible.

Angell glanced in their direction, then looked down at the book in his hand that explained the simple principles of wand making, and fell into deep thought.

He felt that his previous idea (to increase the body's maximum magical capacity by replacing body parts) and wand making had something in common, so he thought he would study it.

Books about making wands are hard to find; this is the only one he's found so far.

—To be honest, he felt that he hadn't really done anything. He was just reading what professors considered leisure books. How did he become the one leading the charge?

……

Before we knew it, it was time for the Quidditch match. The weather was very sunny, but the temperature was already starting to feel like winter.

Wearing a scarf and with Riddle's diary in his pocket, Angell sat in the highest row of the stands, quietly waiting for the match to begin.

He saw Ron and Hermione in the Gryffindor stands; they were also sitting in the top row. They saw him too, and Ron stood up and waved to him from his seat.

Angel waved back at him, and after greeting him, he took out his diary from his pocket.

"Would you like some fries or onion rings?" Draco asked, sitting down next to him with a bag wrapped in parchment paper.

He just went to the kitchen to get these things, which is why he's a little late.

By now, due to the butterfly effect caused by Angor, Draco and Harry have become friends, so he has gradually distanced himself from Crabbe and Goyle.

—There was never any deep friendship between them to begin with. The reason they followed Draco before was simply because their families needed to rely on the Malfoys for some things.

If one had to pinpoint any connection, it would probably be that Draco had shared some fun with them at various banquets.

Angel shook his head. Fried food doesn't taste good when it's cold, and judging from the current weather, the stuff Draco is holding is definitely not going to taste very good.

Especially since Draco doesn't even pack the ketchup.

Angel silently gave it a bad review in his mind.

A few minutes later, the competition officially began.

As Slytherin fell behind by ten points, Angor could sense that Draco's mood had subtly sombered.

His body, which had been sitting upright, gradually slumped down, and he looked listless. Although he didn't say anything, his eyes were full of disappointment.

Sure enough, saying he doesn't care about the outcome of matches he didn't participate in is just lip service...

Angor channeled his mental energy into the diary, and in an instant, the scene before his eyes was shared with Riddle in the diary.

How does this feel?

"Very lively."

"and then?"

"It's pretty boring."

"How to say?"

"...The rule that catching the Golden Snitch scores 150 points and ends the game has turned the entire Quidditch match into a one-on-one battle between the Seekers of both sides."

"The Chaser, Beater, and Goalkeeper are basically there to keep the audience entertained during the boring times when the Seeker is searching for the Thief; they're like impromptu dance acts in a circus..."

Angell smiled and said, "I've heard it said that Quidditch is like a prince who wants to experience a competitive sport, but he doesn't have much ability, doesn't want to win in a way that's not challenging, and wants to make sure he gets his moment in the spotlight."

"So his servants devised a rule that as long as he could catch the Golden Snitch, he would complete the mission."

"Tom, do you believe in fate?"

"what?"

How did the topic veer off in this direction?

Weren't we just talking about Quidditch?

The topic was finally in harmony, and he didn't have to listen to Angor muttering things he didn't understand but found funny, nor did he have to watch Angor explain magic using Muggle science, which, although incomprehensible, was terrifying upon closer inspection.

...The arrogance that is naturally revealed in one's words is the most torturous.

It was as if he were looking down from a higher level, his gaze casual and mocking as he watched everyone's scheming and striving.

—Perhaps only an arrogant person like him would talk about “fate” in a joking tone in the stands of a Quidditch match!

At this moment, Gryffindor scored another goal, and Slytherin is now down by 20 points.

"In a world of three-dimensional space and one-dimensional time, once an event occurs within a light cone, it cannot be reversed."

"This is because the speed of light is the fastest speed in the universe, and no information can travel faster than the speed of light."

"Therefore, when we see an event inside the light cone, we are actually seeing an image of what happened at some point in the past, and we cannot change the fact that it has already happened."

Angell slowly wrote these words in his diary.