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

After bidding farewell to Ollivander, Ingres pushed his cart onto the platform.

Sure enough, he saw the Malfoys there. Draco had his back to him, but Lucius and Narcissa spotted him immediately.

Both of them became somewhat uneasy, and Narcissa looked at Angel with a gaze that seemed to be secretly expecting something.

Angel pursed his lips, turned around as if he hadn't seen anything, and walked straight towards the steam train.

Although he was very reluctant to admit it, the stimulation from that breastplate was unusually strong...

"I still can't understand why anyone would be willing to die for another person... Once you're dead, you have nothing left."

Angell entered an empty carriage and used a levitation spell to make all the luggage float to the overhead rack. The golden tabby Tom jumped onto the seat and lay down next to him.

Looking out the car window at the crowd saying goodbye, he squinted slightly, his expression unusually blank.

"Most people's love is about wanting to possess each other, using love as a pretext to exercise their possessiveness, control, and desire to change each other."

"They say they love the other person deeply, but in reality, they all hope to gain more from the other person—whether it's emotional value or expecting material rewards, and they do all sorts of selfish things."

"But even such people sometimes give their lives for what I consider a selfish kind of love..."

Watching the Malfoys say goodbye from afar, Angell quietly tightened his grip on his wand inside his sleeve.

He felt as if something was being suppressed in his chest, and that emotion slowly surged upward, forming a stream that blocked his airway, bringing a suffocating feeling.

It's like falling into an abyss with your soul, and then discarding the last bit of feeling for love.

That's something he doesn't want to have.

He wanted to destroy it all.

"Vold, has the true personality of Angell... truly vanished?"

"...I think you should be aware of this."

"..."

"He was too young. He was taken over by us before he had a clear sense of self. But he is, after all, a third of our soul. It is normal to be influenced by him."

Angell looked away, glancing down at the brooch in his hand. "Originally, I planned to eliminate Lucius and Narcissa to prevent them from exposing the secret of my soul, but now..."

"The thought that Draco would still be standing with me at their gravesite, completely unaware of what's going on..."

Angell leaned back in his chair, stretched, and felt completely relaxed.

"Narcissa could never have imagined that her brooch would be so exciting for me."

"I feel like a villain crawling in the shadows, wanting to destroy the world."

Remove 'like'.

"Hey……"

Students on the platform slowly began to board the train, and the aisle was filled with the sounds of talking and footsteps.

Angel put the brooch away; he wasn't going to do what Narcissa had suggested in her letter—drip his blood onto the egg-shaped jade coiled with snakes.

—We'll have to wait until I've verified the uses of this magical item before making any decisions.

If he proves that the brooch really works, and if Lucius attacks him when he kills the Malfoys... that would be really interesting!

Oh right... I forgot that unbreakable oath: as long as he doesn't harm Draco, they can't intentionally harm him in any way.

What a pity...

"The oath states that if we do not attack them or harm Draco, they cannot do anything to harm us in any way... It's a peace agreement."

"Uh... Vold, why do I get the feeling you're really looking forward to it?"

Just as Angell picked Tom up and placed him on his lap, there was a knock on the door.

"Angel, long time no see! How was your Christmas?"

It's Hermione.

She opened the carriage door and waved to Angel.

Angel watched her struggle to carry her luggage: "Actually, you can use magic. Tracking isn't that accurate, and we're already on the train."

Hermione paused for a moment, then her expression changed to one of sudden realization.

After putting her things away, she sat down opposite Angell.

“Angol, I sense something is wrong with you right now... You look terrible.”

Angell turned to look at her, his brows furrowing slightly: "What's wrong?"

Hermione gestured with her chin toward the window: "I saw Draco saying goodbye to his parents before I got in the car, but I didn't see you."

"Do you know what you looked like when I first came in? You were so pale you looked like you were about to faint... I almost thought you were about to cry."

Angor blinked, wondering how Hermione had come to that conclusion.

Yes, a little earlier, when he was pondering the true meaning of love, perhaps he was indeed as Hermione described, but now…

Angel gave a “rather forced” smile and glanced out the window. Draco had already boarded the train, but the Malfoys were still standing there.

It felt like I was back all of a sudden.

"You must be... mistaken. I'm just a little tired..."

“Angol!” Hermione grabbed his hand.

"Open the window now, they can hear you! The less you try to fight for them, the more they will ignore you!"

"Draco certainly wouldn't want to see you like this!"

Angor lowered his gaze and turned to look out the window, but a subtle smile played on the side of his mouth that Hermione couldn't see.

"There's no need... It's fine as it is now..."

Hermione stood up excitedly and grabbed Angor's shoulders, but for a moment she didn't know what to say.

At that moment, accompanied by a long, drawn-out whistle, the doors of the passing train closed.

Hermione sighed heavily, released Angel's shoulder, and sat back down in her seat.

“You can’t do this, Angor. If you want something, you have to fight for it yourself. Isn’t Slytherin the most ambitious house?”

"So you just curled up in a corner, watching Draco say goodbye to his parents, and you were all heartbroken here!"

Angell found the current scene absolutely fascinating.

He looked at Hermione, trying to recall the bewildered expression on his face after pondering "what exactly is love," and then replicated it.

Hermione sighed again.

A few minutes later, Draco appeared at the carriage door: "I've finally found you!"

But the atmosphere wasn't as he'd imagined; instead of the warm and joyful feeling of a long-awaited reunion, it felt as if it had frozen in time.

"Uh...long time no see...how was your Christmas? Never mind...why the look on your faces?"