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

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Each wizard's magic has subtle differences, but these differences are rarely perceptible to most people.

But Ollivander could, or rather, anyone with a certain level of skill in wand making could.

Before the young wizards entered the shop to buy wands, the measuring tape wasn't actually collecting their body measurements, but rather helping these wand makers to feel the young wizards' magic.

That measuring tape was actually a magical artifact.

Ollivander felt that his magic was like a complex, intertwined vine, which helped him control many details and allowed him to use his magic with ease.

It is peaceful and stable.

Lucius's magic is like a fine, cool rain, drifting gently in the wind, sometimes gathering together to form clouds.

And Angell...

Yes, that's one of the reasons he hesitated.

For wand making, stable magic is one of the essential conditions, but in his perception, Angor's magic was like a flickering flame.

...a massive, scorching flame that could engulf everything at any moment.

But in a daze, he felt that the flame should be cold—perhaps his feeling at this moment was correct, because when the temperature of the flame reaches a certain level, it does indeed show a cold color.

This was a feeling he had never experienced before; it was so special, so beautiful.

Given his unique magical tone and the amount of magic Angor possesses at the young age of 11, he is destined to become a powerful wizard.

But as far as the staff-maker is concerned...

It lacked any of the peace and stability that the rod-maker needed.

But right in front of him, Angel grasped the wand, took it out of the box, and simply swung it.

— "Fragmented".

"Restored to its original state."

The box containing the wand shattered before his eyes, then returned to its perfect state.

Ollivander silently took another box from the wand stand.

Angor repeated the spell he had used before.

It was successful every time.

Ollivander could tell that the wands didn't like Angor, but they were like the wand Angor first received—they didn't like him, but they would still obey him for the time being.

Angor's magic should be better suited to using dark magic, but even if given a wand made of unicorn tail hair that hates dark magic the most, he could still use it.

This feeling was extremely strange. Judging from his performance, Angor did indeed have the talent of a wand maker, but he felt no sense of familiarity with these wands when he held them.

Ollivander had a somewhat absurd idea pop into his head—that these wands were trembling with fear.

No... how could this be?

The last thing that could make a wand feel fear and be forced to submit was...

This is impossible!

After repeating this more than ten times, Angor looked at Ollivander with some hesitation: "Mr. Ollivander, my magic power is running low..."

Ollivander looked at him as if waking from a dream. Perhaps because he had consumed a lot of magic power in a short period of time, the boy's face looked a little pale.

Faced with his sudden emotional outburst and unpredictable expression, he seemed somewhat at a loss.

His gaze was blank, and there was also a hint of resentment because he had made him try more than ten times without reaching a conclusion.

Perhaps because of his weak body, he looked thinner and smaller than other children his age. The wizard's robe looked loose on him, and with his expression, anyone who saw him would feel pity.

It was as if a wad of air had finally been released from Ollivander's chest; all the jumbled thoughts that had been swollen in his mind suddenly vanished.

He sighed heavily, put his hand on Angel's shoulder, and suddenly burst into laughter.

“Very good, Angell. From now on, you will be my apprentice… If you wish, perhaps you can use Ollivander as your middle name!”

Angel nodded excitedly, his expression instantly brightening, and a blush of excitement appeared on his cheeks.

"Thank you, teacher!"

Lucius, standing behind them, gradually developed a strange expression.

Ollivander's expression when he finds out the truth will probably be quite something...

Lucius felt that every time he saw someone, he was thinking about how they would react if they knew the truth.

Hmm... I can't control myself at all.

This version of the Dark Lord can only be described as terrifying.

Lucius thought to himself, if the Dark Lord had been like this from the beginning, the wizarding world would probably have been unified long ago!

Over there, Ingres and Ollivander talked for a while—they even got to the point of discussing where Ingres would live after he moved in.

(Angol said he had brought all his luggage.)

"The wand shop's storefront is only a small part of the entire business; the back is the warehouse, and the upstairs are the wand-making area and rooms..."

"Anyway, Terver isn't coming back, so you can just stay in his room!"

Angel nodded like a chick pecking at rice.

Lucius felt his vision go black again.

After they had finished talking, they seemed to finally remember that Lucius existed.

Ollivander smiled at Lucius: "Thank you for bringing Angor here today. Angor does indeed possess excellent talent as a staff maker, and I will teach him very well!"

Lucius looked past him to Angor, who nodded slightly and waved. Lucius then realized it was time for him to leave.

After exchanging a few polite words with Ollivander, he turned and left the wand shop.

Back in the somewhat crowded Diagon Alley, Lucius sighed softly, his mood becoming rather complicated.

After six months, he had a rough idea of ​​Angell's current condition.

Angor was part of the Dark Lord's plan to resurrect him, but the Dark Lord's original words were that if anything happened to him, they would immediately give the diary to Angor.

Therefore, Angor's possession of the diary is equivalent to the fully resurrected Dark Lord.

And even without a diary, Angor would probably still be influenced by the real Angor... Yes, Lucius had already guessed Angor's current state.

He even thought that a new personality had been born in Angor's body, a personality that was almost a combination of the real Angor and the Dark Lord.

In this state, he himself might not even be willing to use the resurrection plan he once left behind, but would prefer to maintain his current personality.

So when he returned from this holiday, he still acted like Angel, not like the person in the diary.

Lucius had tried to communicate with the spirit in the diary many times, and he had roughly figured out the personality of the spirit in the diary.

Although it was only a little bit, it was completely different from the feeling that Angell gave him.

Angor, the Dark Lord... and Harry Potter and Dumbledore... how the future will unfold has suddenly become unclear.

He suddenly felt a pang of regret. If he had treated Angor the same way he had treated Draco when he was a child, he might have ended up with a Dark Lord named Malfoy.

But now, he has something more pressing—

When he gets back, how is he going to tell Draco that Angor went on holiday to learn how to make wands and won't be spending Christmas with them?

He could almost picture Draco throwing a tantrum at home because Angel was missing again.

...What did Angell do to Draco that made him so obsessed with him?

Oh, and it seems Draco has even gotten involved with the Saviors...

Lucius silently covered his eyes.

The current situation is incredibly chaotic!