Hogwarts: This Dark Lord is so evil

"Shame! This is simply a shame!"

A furious roar echoed through Malfoy Manor.

A middle-aged man, dressed in opulent clothing and with pale skin, was pacing back and forth in the lavish living room, his long blond hair swinging wildly behind him.

"Darling, please don't... Don't get yourself worked up," a beautiful woman, equally lavishly dressed, gently advised from the side.

"How can I not be angry? That little bastard Abraxas! He actually betrayed our pure-blood honor!" The middle-aged man slammed his cane forcefully on the ground.

"Do you know how those bastards mocked me at the party today? They actually said our Malfoy family is used to being a weathercock! Bastards! Utter disgrace!"

"I think Abraxas had no choice, after all, that was the only thing he could do at the time... Besides, many children from other families made the same choice temporarily... Why are they only making fun of us?"

"Why?" Old Malfoy laughed in anger. "Of course, it's because he was the first to surrender among all the pure-blood children! Why didn't he just die on the spot at school? Why doesn't he have any backbone at all?"

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Malfoy immediately became displeased, that was her precious son!

"How can you curse your own son like that? Backbone? Do you think you have any?"

Seeing his wife lose her temper, Old Malfoy was a little scared.

"I... No, I have to teach him a lesson no matter what! Get me some paper! I'm going to send him a Howler!"

"You bastard! If you dare send a Howler to my son, you'll be sleeping in the living room tonight!"

"I... Then it's okay if I write him a letter to educate him, right! You... Don't hit me! Not a Howler!"

...

Hogwarts.

In the Headmaster's office.

Headmaster Dippet was busy in front of the fireplace.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in!" Headmaster Dippet said without looking up.

Dumbledore pushed open the door and strode in.

"Armando, I wanted to ask you for a leave of absence. The Ministry of Magic... uh..."

Dumbledore looked at Headmaster Dippet's busy figure, "Armando, what are you busy with?"

"I'm clearing out the trash, Albus."

Headmaster Dippet said, grabbing a large pile of letters and throwing them directly into the fireplace.

The flames in the fireplace suddenly shot up, almost setting Headmaster Dippet's beard on fire.

"Ha! I knew there was dark magic in here! See... Ignoring these guys' letters is the right choice!" Headmaster Dippet said cheerfully.

"Armando, are you burning letters?"

"Yes."

"Who sent them? There are so many..." Dumbledore asked suspiciously.

At this moment, an owl flew in through the window again.

The owl dropped a sizzling letter in front of Headmaster Dippet, and then flew out the window as if escaping.

Headmaster Dippet reacted quickly and simply pointed his wand gently.

"Fizzle!"

The Howler hadn't even been opened before it was directly burned to ashes!

"Of course, it's those pure-blood family guys! Those two little children you brought back have caused quite a stir at Hogwarts. How could these guys not have any opinions?" Headmaster Dippet rubbed his waist and pulled a recliner to sit in front of the fireplace.

"Please, have a seat, Albus."

Dumbledore also pulled up a chair and sat next to Headmaster Dippet.

Perhaps because too many letters had been thrown in to burn, it felt a little stuffy in front of the fireplace.

Dumbledore unobtrusively unbuttoned a button and then asked, "What do you intend to... do?"

"Do what?" Headmaster Dippet asked.

"About... the Mutual Aid Society..." Dumbledore asked tentatively.

"What would I do with the Mutual Aid Society? Aren't those two children doing a good job? Horace even took the opportunity to rectify Slytherin House... I'm not saying this to you, Albus, but you were the one who personally brought those two children back, why are you even thinking about dealing with them?" Headmaster Dippet said with some dissatisfaction.

Dumbledore said helplessly, "Armando, you know that's not what I meant."

The Mutual Aid Society was originally created at his suggestion by Levid, so of course he couldn't deal with it.

"Well, it's best if that's not the case, their society is doing so well, why bother them for no reason..." Headmaster Dippet saw that the fire was a little low and casually threw another handful of letters in.

In fact, Headmaster Dippet initially thought that Levid's Mutual Aid Society was just child's play.

But reality gave him a pleasant surprise.

Leaving aside Levid's correction of the bad habits of pure-blood families.

Just the fact that students' grades have generally improved because of this Mutual Aid Society is something that Headmaster Dippet already feels very satisfied with.

Not to mention, he had always wanted to deal with the bad habits of those pure-blood families in Slytherin House.

After the appearance of the Mutual Aid Society, the entire Hogwarts was improving within a month, and as the headmaster, he had no reason to deal with such a beneficial society!

"Then how do you plan to deal with the parents of those pure-blood families?" Dumbledore asked.

Headmaster Dippet comfortably reclined in the recliner, his eyes narrowed slightly, "What else can I do? Of course, ignore them. Their ways should never have been brought into the school in the first place! You don't even think about why those children are studying dark magic at such a young age!"

"Wouldn't it be a little bad to ignore them? What if they put pressure on Hogwarts through the Ministry of Magic..."

Headmaster Dippet glanced at Dumbledore, "Would you care about the pressure from the Ministry of Magic?"

"We should always give some respect to the Ministry of Magic. If it's the Ministry of Magic's opinion, it wouldn't be good for us to ignore it," Dumbledore said.

Headmaster Dippet said leisurely, "...Anyway, I don't have time to deal with these things. You are the Deputy Headmaster now. Dealing with these troublesome matters of the Ministry of Magic should be left to you."

Dumbledore frowned, "When did I become the Deputy Headmaster?"

"Now. Yes... From now on, you are the Deputy Headmaster, Albus... Anyway, the position of Headmaster will definitely be yours in the future. I'm already very old and there are not many years left until retirement. You have to start trying to manage Hogwarts now," Headmaster Dippet said leisurely.

"Armando... I think you just don't want to work..."

"Merlin, I've worked so hard for this school for so many years, can't I rest a little when I'm old? You don't expect an old man like me to continue dealing with these annoying pure-bloods, do you? Hmm... Let's just decide that happily. From now on, all external affairs of Hogwarts will be shared by you!"

"Ah, this... Okay, then I won't decline."

"Very good, young people should do more work... That way, those annoying guys will only be able to send letters to you, right..."

"So that's what you're planning..."

...

In the Potions classroom.

"I plan to design a logo, and then make a batch of badges with the logo printed on them, and issue one to each member. When we need to hold a gathering or something, we can directly notify the members through the badges," Tom said to Levid, who was processing potion ingredients next to him, while concocting a potion.

Levid gave Tom a strange look, "Have you designed the logo? Could it be... a skull with a snake coming out of it?"

Tom frowned, "Your aesthetics are too bad! A skull spitting out a snake? How could you even think of that!"

Levid blinked. Voldemort dislikes the Dark Mark logo for being ugly? Hmm... quite magical.

"It's good if it's not that. You can design it yourself. Anyway, you're in charge of the society now."

“Well… I was thinking of keeping it simple, just putting a picture of a Bauhinia flower on it. I looked it up, and the flower language of the Bauhinia is harmony and friendship, which fits perfectly with the purpose of our mutual aid society.”

“Great, that's much better than a skull spitting out a snake.” Leif said happily.

“Tsk… can you stop obsessing over your broken skull?” Tom said dissatisfiedly.

Leif chuckled twice, then continued to ask, “Recently, how have the newly joined pure-bloods been behaving in the club?”

“It's alright.” Tom said, “You were right, the environment can influence people. Those guys were a little uncomfortable at first. But after trying to integrate into us, they became different from before.”

“As expected… but I guess their parents must be very unhappy.” Leif laughed.

Tom suddenly stopped stirring his spoon, as if he had remembered something.

“Tom, what's wrong?”

“I suddenly remembered that Abraxas has been acting a little strange lately.”

“Oh? What's wrong?” Leif asked.

“Well… he was the best at integrating before, and he looked happy every day. But in the past few days, he has suddenly become gloomy… he doesn't even come to club activities much anymore. I just heard you mention the issue of parents… Do you think his parents might have intervened?”

“Most likely.” Leif said calmly, “Because he was the first to surrender to us, and he also revealed a lot of people to us… so, Abraxas, for these pure-bloods, is a traitor. The pressure on other pure-blood students is definitely not as great as his.”

In the eyes of their parents, the other pure-blood students were clearly “forced” to join Leif's club.

Therefore, they all believe that their children's choice is just a temporary expedient.

Therefore, they didn't put much pressure on their children.

But Abraxas is completely different.

When his parents found out what Abraxas had done at school, they must have been furious…

After all, this guy's actions were not just a temporary expedient, he really surrendered!

Leif pondered for a moment, then said, “After class, have him come to the club activity room, I want to see him.”

“Okay.” Tom also felt that he should talk to him.

Now, Abraxas is a model figure in the club, and he can't be allowed to fall so easily.

As Professor Slughorn announced the end of class.

The students began to pack up their books and prepare to go to dinner.

“Leif, stay behind.” Professor Slughorn suddenly said on the podium.

Leif nodded, then said to Tom, “You go first. See you at the activity room later.”

After Tom left, Leif followed Professor Slughorn to the office next to the classroom.

Professor Slughorn took out a golden key from the drawer and handed it to Leif with a smile.

“This is…” Leif felt that the style of this key was a bit familiar.

“This is a key to a Gringotts vault! Your beauty potions are selling very well. Especially since your potions have a fresh fragrance that other products don't have… this makes them very popular among witches. So… I opened a vault in Gringotts in your name, and the monthly profits will automatically be deposited into this vault.” Professor Slughorn said with a smile, “See, I told you you were going to get rich.”

“Then… teacher, did you take your share?” Leif asked.

“Me? No, these are all your earnings. I can't take them.” Professor Slughorn waved his hand.

On the one hand, he didn't lack this little money, and on the other hand, he felt that he couldn't take Leif's money.

If he didn't take the money, then he was simply helping, and Leif would definitely be grateful to him.

But if he took the money, this help between friends would become a cooperative relationship!

This is not what Professor Slughorn wanted to see!

“Okay… Thank you very much for your selfless help!” Leif also understood this, so he didn't insist any further, but began to emphasize his gratitude to the other party.

Seeing Leif being so sensible, Professor Slughorn was also very happy.

“Leif, you are such a smart kid!”

…

Walking out of Professor Slughorn's office, Leif felt that his back was much straighter.

Having money makes you feel different!

Leif had already begun to plan what experimental equipment to buy.

When he arrived at the club activity room, Abraxas was already waiting.

He and Tom were sitting together on a sofa in the office area.

Seeing Leif coming, Abraxas quickly stood up, but the uneasiness on his face was obvious to everyone.

Leif sat down in his seat, looking at Abraxas who came over and stood in front of his desk.

“Perhaps Tom has already told you the reason why I asked you to come?”

Abraxas nodded, “Yes… but… I don't want my family's affairs to affect the club and your work, so… I plan to find a way to persuade my father myself.”

In fact, Abraxas was worried that his family's reasons would cause him to be kicked out of the club by Leif, so he had been holding back and didn't dare to say anything, planning to find a way to solve it himself…

He finally joined the club, and of course he didn't want to be kicked out for any reason.

Moreover, he didn't think that the club could give him any useful help in this matter…

“Abraxas, it seems that you never wanted my friendship…”

Leif's words frightened Abraxas completely.

“I… I'm not, how could that be…” Abraxas's words were a little incoherent.

“You seem to be very afraid of owing me a favor… I can understand, you may eventually decide to continue to follow the original pure-blood supremacy ideology because of family reasons, and then withdraw from the mutual aid society… so, you no longer need a friend like me.” Leif said calmly.

“No! How is that possible? I can never say anything about pure-blood supremacy again! I can't withdraw from the mutual aid society either! You believe me!” Abraxas said excitedly.

“Is that so? I believe you, then why don't you believe me?” Leif sighed, then said, “…What exactly did I do to make you disrespect me so much?”

“You didn't treat me as a friend… you didn't even want to call me president.”

“I have said long ago that every member of the club is each other's backing, and they are the best of friends…”

“If you could have come to me for help as a friend earlier, then today, your father, who has been putting pressure on you, would only encourage you to continue to participate in club activities, instead of objecting to it…”

Abraxas was stunned, facing Leif's calm and confident eyes…

He had a lot to say, but he didn't know why, when he saw Leif's eyes, his originally complicated heart miraculously calmed down.

Abraxas gradually lowered his head, “President… as a member of the club, your friend, I need your help!”

Leif stood up and slowly walked to Abraxas's front.

He patted Abraxas on the shoulder and said gently, “Tomorrow, you will receive a letter from your father expressing his support for you…”