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

????ゝ. ?????

Angel quietly left the room, and in the instant he turned around, he saw a figure standing in the darkness of the corridor.

For a moment, his heart skipped a beat.

It's like missing a step on the stairs, or being suddenly patted on the shoulder from behind when you think you're all alone.

Angel felt his breathing become tight, and a sharp pain shot through his heart.

He recognized the person standing there.

It's Snape.

Standing at the end of the corridor, watching the boy emerge from the room where the Mirror of Erised was placed, Snape frowned.

"Malfoy, how did you know this mirror was here?" he asked with a grim expression.

Angel's mind raced—he had been extremely careful when he came here, so he was quite certain that he hadn't been discovered. Moreover, his soul was incredibly powerful; if someone were secretly following him, he couldn't possibly be unaware of it.

So, it must have been Snape who set up magic in this room to ensure the safety of the Mirror of Erised... well, more broadly, to ensure the students wouldn't become obsessed with the mirror.

Angell took a step back, looking somewhat flustered, as if he was trying to remain calm.

"I...I came here by accident...The mirror you mentioned, is it...that one?"

Snape carried an oil lamp, the light of which cast an unpredictable shadow on his expression.

He approached Angell.

"An accident? The look on your face when you walked into the room told me you'd finally found this place. That doesn't sound like an accident at all. Malfoy, you still have one chance to tell the truth."

"If I don't speak up, would that be legitimation?" Angel thought to himself.

"And... they're so shameless! I guess I've been out of touch with modern society for too long; I've completely forgotten about surveillance..."

“We can still make it work,” Vold said.

"Hmm... I've thought about what to say."

Angell looked up at Snape, his eyes filled with fear, as if he were forced to speak out of terror, his voice trembling slightly:

“It was…Professor Quirrell who told me…He said there’s a mirror here that can help me fulfill my deepest wish. He told me I must come when it’s late at night and no one is around, and only I can come alone…”

“What did you see?” Snape asked.

"What?" Angel pretended not to understand, while his brain was working at lightning speed.

"In that mirror."

Angel lowered his head and said with some difficulty, "I saw... in the manor, everyone was celebrating my birthday, and on my chest, I was wearing the student president's medal..."

"I know it's all fake... I'm sorry, Professor, I won't sneak out at night anymore!"

Snape's expression changed slightly.

He stared at Angell's face for a long time, until Angell began to avoid his gaze and his face began to turn pale.

“I can pretend I didn’t see anything,” he said.

Angell looked up instantly, his face filled with surprise: "What?"

"Keep your voice down... You can't tell anyone what you saw tonight, or what Quirrell told you, understand?"

Angel nodded hurriedly, looking relieved, but perhaps because of the great emotional fluctuations, he started coughing.

Glancing at Snape, Angel's expression subtly shifted, hidden from Snape's view.

"You... are you going to trick Snape again?" Vold sensed something was wrong.

"How can this be called a scam? Going out in this weather at night carries a high risk of catching a cold..."

He leaned against the wall beside him, frowned, and suddenly clutched his chest and squatted down.

"broken……"

"..."

"It seems... it's really happening again..."

The next moment, he knew nothing more.

Snape: "?"

He thought to himself that he hadn't done anything to Angel this time either!

After standing there for a while, Snape's expression grew increasingly serious.

Finally, he knelt down, helped Angel up, and after checking his condition, resignedly used the levitation spell again to carry Angel to the school hospital.

…………

The next day was already a holiday, but no one saw Draco or Angel.

However, no one has noticed this problem yet, because there are still two hours before boarding the train.

When Angor woke up, he saw Snape with a gloomy face.

He lay on the bed in a daze for a while before he came to his senses.

"He won't just keep staring at me like that, will he?"

Before Vold could answer him, Snape tossed a potion bottle into Angor's hand.

"Drink it, then wait for Pomfrey to say you can leave, and then immediately go pack your things!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Snape got up and left, his black cloak billowing behind him, making him look like a giant bat.

Angor picked up the potion bottle and glanced at it, somewhat surprised: "It's still warm..."

Some potions are more effective when they are first made than when they are made later.

Was Snape made on the spot?

This is just a potion for treating a cold. Angor's current physical problems are simply due to his overly powerful soul, coupled with the weakness caused by the soul's struggle against his body. This is something that potions cannot solve.

—Perhaps there are, but they just don't know it now.

Angell glanced at the clock on the wall, and his expression turned somewhat strange.

"The train is about to depart in less than two hours, and it seems we've forgotten something."

vold remembered it too.

Before they left the dormitory, to prevent Draco from waking up in the middle of the night to find him missing and causing him trouble, he cast a Stunning Charm on the already sleeping Draco.

Those afflicted by the Coma Curse will automatically wake up after a period of time, but if the difference in strength between the two sides is too great, this time may be extended indefinitely.

Draco's combat ability is actually not that great; he just knows more magic than most young wizards at this stage. In the original book, Harry once easily defeated Draco with his Shadow Step.

It is quite obvious that Angor's Coma Curse is very effective against Draco.

and so……

Angell silently covered his face.

"So, when we get back to the dorm, Draco might still be sleeping?"

"Probably..."

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Easter egg (Snape's monologue while facing the Mirror of Erised)

I still couldn't resist coming here.

This is the fourth day.

I told myself that this was the last time I would come here... I couldn't let myself linger here any longer.

It was very late. I stood before the Mirror of Erised, and the air around me seemed to be frozen in place, pressing heavily on my shoulders.

I was a little out of breath.

This magic mirror... is like the peering eye of fate, capable of piercing through the barriers of the soul and revealing without reservation the most secret and fervent desires of the heart.

But I hesitated in front of this mirror.

Fear, like cold vines, entwined me, making me afraid to look directly at the scene that was about to appear.

When my gaze finally met the mirror, as if by destiny, I saw her.

She was like an elf who had stepped out of the depths of time, her red hair dancing in the wind like brilliant flames, and her green eyes like the clearest pool in a quiet forest, filled with tenderness and love, just like how we looked in our youthful days.

My breath was trembling.

In that instant, I felt as if I were in a vortex of time, with every little detail of the past twinkling before my eyes like brilliant stars.

I almost believe that if I reach out, I can touch her warmth again.

However, I cannot.

That was just a mirage, a past forever swept away by the river of time.

On that nightmarish night, the relentless wheel of fate rolled over me, and my cowardice and incompetence, like an executioner in the darkness, cruelly snatched her from my life.

From then on, memories became the sharpest blade, and every time I recalled them, they left deeper scars on my heart.

It was a pain that penetrated to the very marrow, more destructive to my soul than any black magic could.

I gazed at Lily in the mirror, like a drowning person looking at the faint light on the distant shore, or like a storm trapped in a glass bottle, raging wildly in this small space.

I long for her to cross this illusory realm and return to my side; I long to hear her laughter and joy again, and to pour out my endless regret to her.

However... I know that I am a soul tainted by darkness, a sinner unworthy of this beauty.

My hands are stained with the blood of sin, and my life has been a constant struggle between darkness and light, like a lost bird that has long lost the right to soar in the sunlight.

No... I cannot give up like this.

The ever-changing winds of the magical world surge beneath our feet like a turbulent undercurrent.

That child with Lily's eyes... that was the only light of salvation deep within my soul.

I must protect this child, even if he misunderstands me, even if his eyes are filled with disgust and hatred, I cannot give up.

No... it would be better if he always hated me.

I must turn away, bid farewell to this alluring magic mirror, and leave behind this illusion as fleeting as a dream.

must……

must……

so cold.

I'm standing in the doorway of the room where the Mirror of Erised is kept again.

but……

I breathed a sigh of relief as I watched the boy walk out of that door.

Thank you for interrupting my foolish behavior...