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

(??????)

The next morning, Angel told Lucius about his plans.

The Christmas holiday lasted for two weeks, during which Angell felt he had plenty of time to do many things.

As for spending Christmas with family...

He doesn't really feel like he has "family" in this world.

Moreover, with him here, the Malfoys will truly not have a good Christmas. Just like yesterday at dinner, the Malfoys absolutely did not listen to anything Draco said; they were observing their own reactions the whole time.

As for friends...

Angel pursed his lips, not considering those little brats to be his friends, at most... toys for when he was bored.

Draco was a relatively special person to him—like Bellatrix and Barty Jr.

...Actually, it's not quite the same. After all, compared to the soul fragments, his Voldemort concentration seems to be a bit low, and they might not necessarily be loyal to him.

"How is it different? One day our true colors will be revealed."

In Voldemort's system, the distinction between other people is probably between servants and those who cannot be killed for the time being.

"So the Angor system's division is servants, toys, and those who are temporarily unkillable?" Vold asked.

Angell was extremely surprised and asked in his mind, "Vold, what's wrong with you? Vold? How could you make such a joke?!"

If Vold doesn't feel disgusted while he's acting, his enjoyment is halved!

vold: "..."

Angor sighed inwardly: "There probably won't be such a thing as the Angor System. There are only two of us, and given past experiences, I don't want to split my soul... at least I won't do that."

"It's nothing like Voldemort was shattered into pieces... If our identities are exposed, we'll have to take the blame for the other Voldemors!"

By this time, Angor had packed his things and walked out of the room to meet Lucius. The two of them headed to Diagon Alley together.

As Christmas approached, many people were buying "New Year's goods" in Diagon Alley. Amid the crowd, Lucius carefully observed Angel.

It's completely impossible to tell what he's thinking...

He didn't seem to want to interact with people, but the winter clothes were heavy, and there were some reckless guys around, so he had to actively avoid them.

It snowed today, the sky was gloomy, and those red eyes looked much darker than usual... they really looked like thick blood.

Lucius wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt as if Angell was talking to someone.

His expression would always show some very subtle changes, which would not be noticed at all if he hadn't been observing Angell closely.

By the way... Angel was often in this state when he was in the manor.

He looks like he's spacing out, but a closer look reveals subtle changes in his expression.

Lucius recalled some scenes from Angell's childhood, when he would always stay alone in his room, making no noise, or sit on a high place in the manor, staring blankly at something.

He vaguely remembered that one day, he passed by that place several times and saw Angell just sitting there.

Back then, he was just like he is now.

Could it be that……

A somewhat frightening thought was born in Lucius's mind.

Is it possible for the fragments of the Dark Lord's soul to communicate with each other?

When Angel was a child, his health was even worse than it is now. He had a constant fever and hardly spoke... although no one taught him to speak.

At the time, they almost thought he would die from the illness.

After his health improved slightly, he began to wander around the manor.

Like a ghost, it goes everywhere silently.

Was he actually looking for a diary at that time?

Just then, Angell looked up at him.

Lucius's wandering thoughts immediately came back to normal.

A bitter smile appeared on his lips. Whatever Angel's current state was, it was beyond his ability to investigate.

The original oath stipulated that he could not do anything against Angell in any way he intended—not even subtly instructing others to do so, as that would also be considered as acting out of his own will.

The only way to get rid of him before he grows up is for Draco to accidentally knock him down the stairs again...

But Angell had already looked away.

"He's observing us."

"I can feel it."

"To be honest, I really don't know what Lucius was thinking. Voldemort clearly left him a way to resurrect, but he still dared to attack us..."

"Perhaps he felt that our existence and the diary were Voldemort's last resort—as long as he could kill us and then throw the diary out, just like in the original story, the world would be completely at peace?"

"After all, when he attacked us, in order to make himself appear more like a victim, he also left Draco at the manor—at least in his eyes, Angel was just an ordinary child."

“However, Vold, something just suddenly came to mind.”

"?"

Do you remember Lucius's character?

"A fence-sitter who knows how to protect himself..."

"Yes, so I think his decisive action against us was somewhat reckless. Someone like him should think things through more carefully before acting."

Vold suddenly realized something: "You mean, someone told Lucius that if we could kill us, the possibility of Voldemort's eventual resurrection would be completely eliminated? Or someone offered him a reward to do this?"

As they passed the Quidditch boutique, Angle watched a group of children excitedly discussing something in front of the window.

Angel looked away, his brows furrowing slightly. "It's hard to say. Actually, this is just a guess... or perhaps it's just that Lucius and Narcissa are so afraid of Voldemort that they are prone to acting impulsively."

"After all, Voldemort had almost lost his mind, and he wouldn't hesitate to use the Crucifixion Curse when punishing his subordinates."

"Aside from those die-hard fans, it's probably not very likely that many of those who became Death Eaters for personal gain would remain loyal to him in the end, and it's perfectly normal that they wouldn't want to see him resurrected."

After a slight pause, Angell's tone became somewhat strange:

"After all, he was the most powerful dark wizard in history. If he were to be resurrected, given his brutality, the fact that Lucius didn't do as he said and give the diary to Angor immediately after his death... that alone would be enough for him to suffer!"

By this time, they had arrived near the wand shop. Lucius looked at the box Angor was carrying—because of the presence of adult wizards around, he used magic almost recklessly.

This journey, where everyone had their own ulterior motives, has finally come to an end.