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

????n ?? n????

Ten minutes later, Mrs. Pomfrey came to check on Angell's condition.

She made Angel eat the chocolate again... Yes, when Angel faced the huge piece of chocolate in front of him, he felt that the visual effect of eating it must be that he was actually biting into it.

"Actually, I don't think it's necessary to do this... I can save some and eat it on the train later..."

Madame Pomfrey smiled at Ingres.

Angell had no choice but to bite into the chocolate.

He felt he was really full.

As he left the school hospital, Madam Pomfrey gave him another box of chocolates, which made Angor even more certain that in the wizarding world, chocolate was probably equivalent to a blood vial.

When he returned to his dormitory and saw Draco still lying on his bed, fast asleep, he couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Unleashing his own sedation spell, Angor stood beside Draco's bed and pretended to wake him.

Draco initially thought there was plenty of time, but after checking the time, he screamed, "Merlin! I haven't packed my bags yet!"

Fortunately, it was only Christmas, not summer vacation, so they didn't have much to take back. Before the train started moving, they finally caught up with the rest of the group.

“When you get back, you must also look for any information about Flamel!” Ron said. “Didn’t you say there was a huge library at Malfoy Manor?”

Draco nodded smugly: "I'll definitely keep looking, but I can also ask Dad, maybe he'll know something... Actually, if you'd like, you can come with us to the manor for Christmas. Dad will welcome you, he already said so!"

However, Harry and Ron still declined—although they had met once before and Ron's image of Lucius had changed somewhat, no longer just the mean image Mr. Weasley described, he still didn't want to get involved with any more Malfoys.

Even now, he doesn't dare mention Angel and Draco to his family.

This friendship seemed inexplicable to him as well.

After boarding the train, Angle, Draco, and Hermione sat together in one carriage.

Going to Hogwarts was probably the longest and farthest they had ever been away from home, so the atmosphere in the carriage was somewhat quiet.

All three were reading, and they didn't start talking until they were almost getting off the bus.

Hermione said she would bring them some books when the holidays ended, while Draco invited Hermione to go to Diagon Alley with them before the holidays ended.

Ingres wondered what excuse he should use to approach Ollivander.

Should I run away from home again?

By the way... Ollivander seems to have praised him for having the talent of a rod maker. Perhaps he could have Lucius send him directly to Ollivander as an apprentice?

Would Ollivander, with his family-inherited craft, be willing to take on apprentices?

Angor recalled the matter of Ollivander.

Whether Ollivander had children is not mentioned in the original work... or perhaps it was mentioned, but only briefly, so Ingres forgot about it.

However, there is some information about Ollivander in the wizarding world.

Ollivander had a son and a daughter. His daughter had passed away, but his son, Tever Ollivander, was unwilling to shoulder the responsibility of passing on the Ollivander legacy for eternity.

Tever's talent in wand making was originally quite average. After graduating from Hogwarts, he couldn't find a suitable job and just drifted through life in the wand shop, living a life of aimlessness.

Then, on a sunny afternoon, things took a turn for the better. Tever was just spacing out in the shop when old Ollivander sent him to the street corner, where he walked directly into the streets of London.

On this very day, Tver met a Muggle girl, and the two fell in love at first sight. They quickly became a couple, got married, and had children. The dejected Tver was thus able to pull himself together.

This was originally a good thing, but now Tver only wants to develop in the Muggle world, and keeps refusing his father's request for him to take over, even swearing that he would rather be a Squib.

To old Ollivander, Tever's actions were undoubtedly a betrayal of the Ollivander family, a stain that could never be washed away.

Yes, that's how it happened; they broke off their relationship just like that.

In a few decades, when old Ollivander passes away, the wand shop will probably have to close down.

This incident became a topic of conversation among wizarding families... or rather, a source of amusement among pure-blood families.

As for where they will buy wands after Ollivander's death, no one is worried for the time being. After all, according to the normal lifespan of wizards, that is decades or even hundreds of years from now, and the wands in the wand shop can still be sold for at least three hundred years, based on the population of the wizarding world.

Angell began to secretly consider the possibility of changing his surname again.

When people called him Malfoy, he always felt like they were calling someone else.

When the train arrived at the station, the students began to disembark one after another.

The Malfoys were already waiting on the platform. They said goodbye to Hermione and got off the train with their suitcases.

Returning to Malfoy Manor via the key, Angell had a strange feeling as he looked at the surrounding scenery.

He thought he would never return here, and he wasn't particularly reluctant to leave. But now, seeing the manor again, he still feels a pang of emotion because of the familiarity and the traces of his past life here.

After dinner, Draco kept talking to his parents about his time at Hogwarts.

As he recounted Snape's various misdeeds, the Malfoys gradually felt a chill run down their spines.

Whatever they tried to do to Angel, they never succeeded... not even once.

but……

Snape practically sent the Dark Lord straight to the school hospital!

Narcissa noticed the scar on Angel's wrist in the candlelight, and her eyes twitched involuntarily.

Lucius had already imagined the scene of him and his friend dying together in the future.

—Yes, Angell did it on purpose.

And so, the family gathering ended with only Draco thoroughly enjoying himself.

Angor actually wanted to put on a show (accusing Snape alongside Draco), but considering the information Lucius and Narcissa knew, he felt a little embarrassed to do so later, and in the end, he had to give up in disappointment.

Back in his room, it was exactly as he had left it, except that the sheets and blankets had clearly been changed and replaced with a thick winter quilt.

Oh, and they've found a new house-elves, but they don't know where they came from...

Angell thought of Dobby again.

"When did you become so soft-hearted... This isn't even murder..."

Covered by the blanket, only Angel's head peeked out: "No..."

"Have you forgotten... an infant's body cannot contain our thoughts, and with such chaotic memories, Angell only splits into us after the souls merge."

"In my childhood memories, we were actually conscious for very short periods of time. Most of the time we were sleeping or in a daze. Just thinking about simple things made me feel like my brain was going to explode."

“It was like this until I was five years old; we hardly ever got out of bed to move around.”

"In my lucid memories from that time, besides Narcissa coming to check on us, there was only Dobby. He was the one who took care of us... Judging from Lucius and Narcissa's attitude at the time, they probably wanted to tell the outside world that we had died of illness."

"..."

There was a long silence.

"Goodnight, Vold. I don't regret killing him, but revisiting this place brings a little sentimentality..."

Good night, don't think too much, we still have a lot to do.

"...Yes, there are still many things to do..."

Kindness is inherently a form of sacrifice—either a voluntary sacrifice or being sacrificed by others.

The lights in the room went out.