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

Hermione turned her head and saw Draco walk in through the door. She sighed heavily and said nothing more.

After all, given Draco's attitude towards Angor, he probably wouldn't want to see this situation either.

After putting his luggage away, Draco sat down next to Angel and took out a large box of fruit gummies: "Mom gave these to me this morning, want some?"

Angel took a purple gummy candy that looked like a grape, and remained silent.

Draco looked at Angel and frowned, asking, "You didn't come home all Christmas. You said you went to Ollivander for further studies... Now it seems you did receive the gifts I sent there."

“Draco…” Hermione suddenly called out to him.

Draco handed her the box of candy: "Would you like some?"

Hermione frowned: "You know that's not what I meant!"

Draco turned and glanced at Angor, then gave a cold laugh:

"So you want me to explain that this guy ran away from home on the second day of his vacation to Diagon Alley to learn wand-making from Ollivander?"

"He ran away on the second day of the holiday, Hermione, and he didn't even come home for Christmas. He didn't even give me a handwritten card as a present! I only saw him for the first time since the holiday started!"

Angel touched his nose a little guiltily, but he quickly came up with an excuse.

Hermione then looked at Angor, still frowning. "You really studied wand making with Mr. Ollivander? How's it going... I mean, you really didn't go home for the entire holiday?"

Angell nodded: "On the second day of the holiday, my father took me there... He agreed to let me use Ollivander as my middle name."

He looked at Draco, his expression indescribably complex, a blankness spreading across his eyes, making him look as if he was about to cry:

"I really don't know what to write on the card... I think the Christmas atmosphere is great even when I'm not here... as always."

Just then, footsteps sounded outside the carriage door. A group of first-year Gryffindor students ran past in the aisle, and one of them even greeted Hermione as he passed by.

After they disappeared from sight, Hermione went over and closed the carriage door.

Draco was stunned; the box of candy in his hand had fallen to the ground without him noticing.

Colorful gummies mixed with white powdered sugar were scattered all over the carriage floor.

Yes, Angell is right... Even without him, the festive atmosphere is still wonderful, just like before.

But one day, the atmosphere at home was extremely strange. It was the first day of the holiday, when he and Angell had just returned home.

Draco felt his mind was in complete chaos... He simply couldn't make sense of it all. His father had written to him earlier, telling him that Angell would run away from home to avoid the rumors affecting them...

And as for the things that used to be sent to the school, Angell would have a copy of everything he had.

His parents would write letters to him, and also to Angel. It was his mother who took him to the pet store and spent a long time choosing before finally deciding to buy this cat whose fur looked like Angel's hair in the sunlight.

However, his personal experience tells him that his parents really don't like Angell.

Hermione watched from the side, unsure of what to say.

“I’ll go back during summer vacation…” Angell suddenly said.

Draco looked at him, his expression showing surprise.

“I can use Floo Powder to get to Diagon Alley… some Floo Powder, not much money.”

"So what exactly happened?" Draco finally spoke.

Angell looked into his eyes, his lips twitched into an awkward smile, and his tone was detached, as if he were talking about someone unrelated to him.

"They don't like me. They think I'm a burden they've been forced to take in. It's that simple."

"As for why they said those things to you, it's obvious—because you care about me, so they'll also care a little about what you care about."

"I think I probably am that person's child, after all, the way they looked at me didn't look like they were looking at an ordinary child."

Hermione and Draco exchanged a glance, neither knowing what to say at this moment.

The dining car arrived a while later, after the train had been traveling for some time.

Draco went and bought some crucible cakes, then turned to ask Angle and Hermione if they needed anything.

Neither of them spoke, and he took some more Fudge's Gummy and Syrup Pie.

After the lady pushing the food cart had gone far away, Draco finally couldn't help but say:

“If you really don’t like the manor, you don’t have to come back… I can tell you don’t like the manor.”

He sighed, trying his best to organize his thoughts: "It is indeed as you said. If you stay at the manor for Christmas, no one but me will be happy... I can feel it."

“I can’t force you to go back… um… I mean, if you’ll be happy if you don’t go back, at least I’ll still consider you my brother!”

Angel pursed his lower lip, trying his best to prevent a smile from appearing on his lips.

He nodded heavily, looking so moved that he didn't know what to say.

The atmosphere gradually revived. Angell watched Hermione recount her holiday experiences, and thought with a sense of joy—

He's such a good person. He shattered Draco's image of perfect parents. Seeing them die with him by their side, he probably won't be too heartbroken.

vold: "?"

"Don't you want to look at what you're saying?"

"Just tell me if it makes sense?"

"……not much."

"Oh, right." Inside the carriage, Draco seemed to suddenly remember something, "What do you call this cat now?"

“Tom,” Angell replied.

Hermione, who was standing nearby, suddenly burst into laughter. She pointed at the cat that Angle was holding and laughed so hard she almost fell over.

"Tom and Jerry...Angel, have you...have you seen this?"

Seeing that Angel and Draco both looked confused, Hermione began to explain the animated film to them.

“I feel like I can tell Tom this story next time…” Angell said to Vold.

After a moment of silence, Vold said, "There are a lot too many Toms these days."

Angell started laughing along with Hermione, doubled over with laughter.

then……

"Cough, cough, cough..."

"Angol, what's wrong with you?!"

"No...it's nothing...cough cough...I just had a bit of a stitch..."

It wasn't until the train was almost at the station that Hermione remembered the question she had asked before the holiday.

"By the way, have you found any clues about Lemaître?"