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

Manuel felt a cold sweat break out on his back. He saw the boy in front of him raise his hand, and the next moment, his mind went blank, with only the boy's calm voice remaining in his ears:

"You're moving too fast. This will certainly bring in a lot of users, but you can't handle it all at once; you'll only overeat..."

"Moreover, the current situation is not suitable for directly introducing this model. As I told you before, we should first operate the platform by relying on clearly defined functional sections, and then start that model after attracting a certain number of users and accumulating some experience."

"...Moreover, the internet penetration rate is not high enough right now. Having my idea is enough. Even if that model is put into operation, it will be difficult to achieve the desired effect."

"Never mind... anyway, you'll just disobey me again after a while."

Manuel felt as if he had entered a void. The walls of the room had disappeared, and the desk in front of him had also disappeared. Only he and Angel remained.

He sat in the chair, unable to move at all, and unable to even make a sound.

The boy in front of him stood up, holding a stick-like object in his hand, which he raised towards himself.

"Extremely painful and agonizing."

It felt as if a million ants were gnawing at his body, sharp and dense. Manuel screamed in agony. He felt... he was going to be eaten!

He couldn't see the boy in front of him, but instinctively wanted to get away from him. However, his body collapsed to the ground, convulsing and spasming.

Yes, while Angor was using the Oblivion Spell, he also took the opportunity to check the memories of those employees.

So he knew very well what Manuel had done.

At first, Manuel did indeed do as he was told, but later, with the establishment of the online platform and the influx of customers under Angell's solution, his thinking changed.

It's not exactly betrayal, it's just being a little disobedient.

"Seriously... why not learn something else but working overtime... and this is Christmas!"

Why aren't you complaining about not being able to buy anything now?

"Cough cough..."

Angel pushed Manuel, who was still immersed in the aftereffects of the Crucifixion, off his chair, sat down in his seat, and turned on the computer in front of him.

After briefly glancing at the social media platform Manuel had created, he sighed helplessly.

"They were really too hasty and impatient. The Christmas plan had a bug, so they're fixing it here... They were in such a rush that they didn't even have enough time to prepare. It's just that the commotion they've caused so far hasn't been too big, otherwise they would have been targeted and killed long ago!"

"If we keep doing this, unless I personally assassinate each of our business rivals one by one, we'll be finished sooner or later!"

Angor was furious that his plan had almost been ruined by Manuel's eagerness for quick success, so he raised his wand and gave Manuel a second Crucifixion.

Half an hour later, Angell looked at Manuel, who was drenched in sweat, as he got up from the ground, and a cold smile appeared on his lips:

"Next time, you won't have a chance to escape the pain you just experienced. Do you remember what you need to do?"

Manuel nodded hastily: "Of course... I can't break your plan. I need to write a letter to report on the company's development!"

Angell looked at him and tilted his head: "And then?"

"……what?"

“I gave you two chances. The first time I gave you this plan, which allowed you to attract a large number of users among a variety of social media platforms, enabling the company to grow to its current size in just six months.”

"The second time, I let you live."

Looking at Angel's expression, Manuel tentatively said, "I'll allocate a percentage of the company's profits..."

"Kneel down."

"what?"

The next moment, his body moved involuntarily, and he knelt down without hesitation, crawling to Angel's side.

Angor's wand touched his chest, and the next moment, intense pain spread.

The boy in front of him disappeared, leaving only a faint voice in his ears: "No need to write letters anymore. Cut open the skin on your left chest and smear the pattern on your chest with your blood, and I will be able to hear your voice."

……

"Aren't you afraid that someone will discover the magical traces on him and then suspect us?"

Angel shrugged: "There shouldn't be any problems... He won't live for more than a few months, and I've already chosen a successor for him."

"The employee whose memories you read?"

"Hmm... she's a corporate spy. The company she works for is also developing a social media platform, and there are other industries behind that company. That's why I think Manuel is incredibly stupid... if he keeps going like this, the company is definitely doomed."

"However, I won't contact her myself. Let Lucius do it, Manuel... let's just consider it a failed investment!"

"So you left the modified Dark Mark so you could kill him from a distance?"

"Hmmmm~"

"Don't worry about Vold. I can control his body, set the house on fire, or have another gas explosion. I won't kill him with magic directly."

As for the idea that a soul will split if someone kills with malicious intent... Angel really doesn't care.

As long as he doesn't become a Horcrux, his soul will always remain a whole; what it will become after he dies is a matter for after he dies.

Just as excessive use of black magic can corrupt a person's spirit, Angell didn't care.

This time he was experienced and prepared, and he could also examine his own emotions. In addition, there was Vold's presence. The two of them could communicate with each other. Dark magic wanted to corrupt him to the level of Voldemort... unless he ate gossip every day!

"Let professionals handle professional matters. As for business... I've never considered things from a businessman's perspective before. I only acted like I was good at it because I knew what would happen in advance."

As the Christmas holidays drew to a close, Ollivander began to feel the pressure.

Angell was not like a normal student at all; he showed no signs of laziness or slackness whatsoever.

Moreover... Ollivander didn't know if it was just his imagination, but he felt that his mood would become unusually good when he was with Angor, and he was willing to answer whatever Angor asked.

Therefore, he also continuously guided Ingres through practical application.

Angell: "..."

However, he has roughly figured out a way to replace some of the body parts.

When making a wand, whether the wand is willing to be made is a very important matter.

The same should apply to people.

"So, the person donating the organ has to be forced to do so voluntarily?"

"...That sounds strange!"

"But it's very likely because of this that going to St. Mungo's to study medical magic needs to be put on the agenda. We can't really go to a Muggle hospital to conduct experiments!"

"Part Five..."

"what?"

“We can fall out with the Malfoys and then publicly support Dumbledore, thereby becoming isolated in Slytherin.”

"Then go to Dumbledore and plead with him to see if he can let us take the exams early, and then we can take a break from school at Hogwarts to study."

“Then why not just kidnap a St. Mungo’s healer…” Vold started to say, then suddenly realized something was wrong. “You don’t actually think that would be fun, do you?”

"How did you know...?" (whispering)

"..."

Do I need to guess?

Angor would act on something he found interesting, just as naturally as Hermione would raise her hand when the teacher asked a question, or Fred and George would blow up the toilet at Hogwarts.

Time quickly came to the start of the school year, and Ollivander reluctantly saw Angel off at the station.

...He didn't know why, but as he said before, he felt extremely comfortable when he was with Angel, so he was now teaching Angel everything he knew.

"Once you get to school, you should take a look at those notes when you have time!"

Angel nodded: "I will definitely remember, teacher."

"Okay, go ahead. I bet your parents are on the platform too. Maybe you can see them before the train departs!"