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

When Angell woke up, it was just before dawn. He washed up and went downstairs. While he was still on the stairs, he heard Ollivander's voice.

"Angel, come quick! Your friends have sent you so many things!"

Angell walked to the door and saw the colorful packages.

Oliver's packages were already being unpacked; he had received many gifts as well, and it seemed that the owls had mixed up all the gifts for them, piling them up almost as tall as the Christmas tree in front of the store.

Angell walked over, squatted down, and began to sort through his packages.

“By the way, teacher, today I want to go to the Muggle world to visit a friend of mine,” he said during the visit.

Ollivander looked at Angell with a strange expression: "Isn't today Christmas... I mean, did you think we had to go to class today?"

Angell: "...?"

stunned.

Well, he really doesn't have much of a concept of holidays and vacations, but that's not because he takes them for granted, but because he thinks these things are really not difficult at all.

So there's really no difference between attending class and playing.

Actually, there's another reason... because he really likes Hogwarts.

It's the same now. He likes all things new and exciting, and... for wizards, wands are just too important. Not everyone can cast spells without a wand, and even if they can, their combat power will inevitably be weakened.

Therefore, learning how to make wands is also a very important thing.

Lost in a jumble of thoughts, Angel had already cleaned his portion of the package and taken it inside.

He opened each package one by one, his expression somewhat strange.

"Actually, quite a few people gave Riddle Christmas presents, but later, he became the Dark Lord, and it's as if no one thought he would celebrate Christmas anymore."

"Can you imagine Voldemort wearing a Santa hat?"

"...Forget it, it's better if he doesn't go!"

Angor opened the large bag of chocolate frogs that Harry had sent him; he really liked them.

But more accurately, it's about enjoying taking out Dumbledore's cards and watching him be engulfed in flames, just like he burned his wardrobe.

...One day he will burn down Dumbledore's office!

(He and Riddell had already reached a consensus on this point.)

Then Hermione gave him a few lottery tickets, and Angor looked somewhat puzzled as he held the ticket.

Hermione wrote him a greeting card, and at the end she wrote a sentence—

"I really didn't know what to give you. I felt you didn't lack anything, so I just bought some lottery tickets. Remember to keep an eye on the latest lottery information... From our conversation, I could tell you have some understanding of the Muggle world. Merry Christmas, Angle!"

Next was a hat that Ron gave him.

Angell held the hat in deep thought, because the Christmas present he had prepared for Ron was also a hat...

Then came gifts from some of his classmates at Hogwarts with whom he had a good relationship, mostly greeting cards and some snacks.

There were also things Lucius and Narcissa had sent him. Angor opened them with some confusion and saw... a dark magic item?!

Angell fell into deep thought once again.

At the same time, the image of Voldemort wearing a Christmas hat flashed through his mind once again.

"It's a truly eye-bending scene..."

He picked up the gift the Malfoys had given him, a brooch—a small golden snake coiled around a green emerald, the snake's eyes being green diamonds, and a white flower where the snake's body met the egg.

Angor could sense the magical fluctuations above it; it was a kind of evil magic similar to a curse. Angor couldn't see what use it had for the time being, but he was certain that it was definitely not something benevolent or friendly.

He picked up the greeting card next to him and saw that it was written by Narcissa. She simply wished him a Merry Christmas in one sentence, and then...

“This brooch is called Eternal Guardian. I know you hate those who betrayed you, and you also know very well that no matter what we do next, you, the Dark Lord’s other Horcruxes, or Dumbledore will not let us go.”

“But it can only be you, Draco is safe… Dumbledore would never protect Draco.”

"This brooch is called Eternal Guardian. One person drips blood onto a snake, and another drips blood onto an egg. The snake will protect the egg, and I will protect you... I can withstand the curse of certain death and die for you once."

"I've switched this gift. Lucius doesn't know I gave it to you. Please, please spare Lucius, and please, please save Draco in the future."

"Merry Christmas."

"Narcissa Malfoy".

Looking at the brooch, Angell tilted his head, his expression becoming even stranger.

"It's so strange... that people can actually die for another person."

"Narcissa, for Lucius and Draco, actually..."

Angel bit his lower lip, a feeling of embarrassment churning within him.

He knew this was a genuine Angell emotion... but also his and Vold's.

So neither of them spoke.

For a fleeting moment, he even thought that it would be nice if the brooch had just been a gift from Narcissa... but he knew for sure that was impossible.

Many people care about the way he portrays the character, but no one will love the real Ingres.

Even he himself was the same...

Many times, Ingres didn't really know why he pursued immortality, or why he should live at all; this world was utterly meaningless...

So, wouldn't things be different if you stood in the highest position?

The view from above must be even more beautiful.

And that was indeed the case; he had experienced it firsthand, feeling a sense of satisfaction amidst a crowd kneeling in fear.

Like those magic wands that no one dares not use, no one dares not love him.

—That's what Riddle thought back then too.

Yes, he was jealous.

He was jealous of Draco.

...Narcissa could never have imagined how much of a shock her seemingly sincere gift would actually cause Angel.

Taking a deep breath, Angell turned to look at the last package, which was also the largest.

This is Draco's.

Angel put the brooch away, and the paper silently turned to ashes in his hand.

He opened the package, then his brow furrowed.

No wonder this box is so big...

A cat darted out of the package and pounced on his arm.

"Meow~"

Angell: "?"

He was still caught up in the emotions from earlier, and it was hard for him to feel any affection for the cat. So he pushed the cat aside and took out the greeting card from the bottom of the box.

The greeting card had been torn by the cat, but thankfully Draco's somewhat messy cursive handwriting was still legible.

"I've heard you say several times that you want to get a cat. So, what do you think? Do you like it?"

Angell: "..."

This tone...

He seemed to hear, "I'll lease this fishpond to you!"

Angell turned to look at the white and gold cat beside him. He picked it up, looked into its blue-green eyes, then looked down at the greeting card in his hand and clicked his tongue.

The cat meowed, as if in response to him, and Angell placed it on the ground, his previously turbulent emotions calming down.

"I was just imagining it for fun... Draco, do you want to guess why I don't actually buy a cat?"

"You think it's too much trouble to keep it?"

"Sigh... what else could it be..."

"Since you share a dorm room with him, let him take care of the cat, and we can just pet it."

Angell's eyes lit up.

He picked up the cat and suddenly found it more and more pleasing to the eye.

"Hmph... From now on, you'll be called Tom!"

vold: "...?"

……

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Merry Christmas! Looking for a cat to generate electricity for love~