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

Entering the Slytherin common room, Angor met Draco, who was waiting there.

“You don’t need to wait for me here,” Angel said.

"So what did he say to you that he kept you behind?" Draco asked.

“It’s about me learning how to make wands. Quirrell and the teacher have a good relationship, so he wanted to talk to me about it,” Angor said without hesitation.

"Get some rest, you've been up all day... I brought back some cat food and litter, I'm going to wash up now, can you check on Tom for me?"

Angell yawned as he walked into the bathroom. Behind him, Draco was setting up the cat bed while pondering how he had ended up doing these things.

Several days passed in a flash, and Angor could sense that Quirrell was always subtly observing him, whether in Defense Against the Dark Arts class, in the Great Hall, or even when they bumped into each other in the corridors.

"Quirk must be frantic right now..."

"He probably still thinks he's hiding it well, and we're the variable that could ruin his plan to steal the Philosopher's Stone."

"Hmm... Now, whenever something happens, they pin it on Quirrell. This shield is just perfect... The key is that he has no way to explain himself!"

"When asked about it later, we can simply say that we heard another voice in him..."

Both of their voices were filled with schadenfreude.

"Speaking of which, should we try to get the magic stone?"

"...It seems a bit too difficult. We have nowhere to hide the Philosopher's Stone. Besides, Dumbledore would definitely be watching the whole time. He couldn't possibly let Harry face Voldemort alone like that."

Yes, it's debatable whether Dumbledore was watching the Chamber of Secrets in the second book... Angor felt it was unlikely, but in the first book, Philosopher's Stone, he didn't believe the Hogwarts professors weren't keeping a close eye on Harry and his friends the whole time.

In this situation, it would be extremely difficult for him to steal the Philosopher's Stone.

"Let's see, maybe there will be an opportunity..."

……

Time quickly came to Gryffindor's second Quidditch match of the year, this time against Hufflepuff. Draco could finally cheer for Harry without any pressure.

"Don't be so happy yet. This time, Snape is the referee. He might want Harry to fall from a great height and die instantly!"

Ron looked a little pale as he said these words, and it was clear that he genuinely believed it.

“That’s the Quidditch pitch, after all. With so many people around, Snape probably can’t do anything… Don’t worry, Harry, we’ll all keep an eye on him for you!” Angor said.

But Harry's mood clearly did not improve at all.

With the competition drawing ever closer, Harry spent almost every day in a state of anxiety. Ron, Hermione, and Draco had to constantly comfort him, and Angor joined in with their perfunctory words.

Perhaps it was because Angell had mastered a great deal of sophisticated rhetoric that his comforting words were most effective.

As time went by, Angor came up with a good idea that might allow him to obtain the Philosopher's Stone.

Why didn't he help Voldemort obtain the fragments of his soul and successfully acquire the Philosopher's Stone?

He can obtain the Philosopher's Stone if he successfully finds the fragment of Voldemort's soul later.

This plan seems incredibly audacious, but it is indeed the only potentially successful method that Angel can think of right now.

“I advise you to think this over carefully… If we fail to find the escaped soul fragment and allow him to slowly absorb the power of the Philosopher’s Stone, then Voldemort will return next year.”

"Given Voldemort's personality, if he couldn't even tolerate another resurrected version of himself, how could he possibly tolerate our existence?"

Angel rested his chin on his hand, looking at Professor Binns on the podium, but his mind was already wandering.

"And there's absolutely no way we can hide it from him."

"Don't forget, the part of Quirrell's soul behind his head has complete memories; he knows we are his backup plan for resurrection."

"But the diary, this Horcrux, hasn't been activated yet, so it will definitely come after us."

vold went on to reiterate the seriousness of the situation.

Angell sighed and buried his face in his arms.

His action was not abrupt at all, after all, there were already too many people sleeping around.

"Let's take it one step at a time. The most likely time to steal the Philosopher's Stone would be before Hagrid arrives there, when we infiltrate Gringotts. Unfortunately, we don't have wands back then..."

"Even if we did, with our level of magic at the time, we probably couldn't have sneaked in and stolen the Philosopher's Stone without anyone noticing..."

"And I don't think Dumbledore and Nicolas Flamel didn't take any protective measures on that rock."

Angell sighed again.

He felt he had encountered the biggest problem of his life.

No Voldemort would resist something like the Philosopher's Stone, but right now, Angor couldn't think of any effective way to obtain it.

This caused his mood to visibly decline.

A day passed like this, and almost everyone had noticed that something was wrong with his mood. However, with the Quidditch match approaching, everyone's mood became quite anxious, and Angel seemed to be getting along with the crowd.

Until the Quidditch match.

The arrival of Dumbledore immediately lifted everyone's spirits.

“Snape wouldn’t dare to do anything under Dumbledore’s nose!” Ron said.

“He definitely wouldn’t dare. Regardless of the outcome of the match, at least Harry’s life is no longer in danger!” Hermione said.

"I hope today's match goes well. Harry should be able to concentrate on the match once he sees Dumbledore!" Draco said.

The four parted ways; Hermione and Ron went to the Gryffindor stands, while Draco and Angle walked toward the Slytherin stands.

Draco cheered as Harry caught the Golden Snitch once again... Apart from him, the Slytherin stands were completely silent.

Draco wanted to pull Angor along to cheer, but then he noticed that Angor seemed completely lost in thought...

He didn't even look in the direction of the arena; instead, he turned his head to the side, his gaze fixed on a certain spot in the void, seemingly oblivious to what was happening around him.

These past few days, he's been thinking about how to get the magic stone day and night, and the thought has made him feel terrible. He even lost his enthusiasm for acting.

"Angol, Angel, look! Harry caught the Golden Snitch! He won!"

"Oh……"

Draco suspiciously grabbed Angor's arm: "Angol, what's wrong? You seem a bit off..."

Angor was still pondering the Philosopher's Stone. Seeing Draco's current state, he knew that if he didn't say something, it would be difficult to get through this situation.

Then... I'll go to the school hospital for some peace and quiet?