Azkaban Prisoners on the Verge of Collapse

A kind word warms three winter months; cruel words chill even June.

At that moment, the prisoners in the cell could hardly believe their ears.

They had all accepted their fate of being absorbed into the Analects Study Class, but they never could have imagined this.

The very second they surrendered, Lester promoted a minor leader among them.

He even ordered that leader to stab them twice whenever he felt like it. Was that something a human being should do?

Thinking of how they had shoved Scarface forward just now, quite a few prisoners went pale with fear.

They were merely wizarding criminals. Being stabbed hurt them too.

Ignoring the dumbfounded prisoners, Lester went on, "When the next cell recites the Analects later, you'll recite along with them."

"I hope you study hard and become decent people once you get out of prison!"

After saying that, he nodded at the newly promoted group leader and ordered, "Watch them closely. If they recite something wrong, stab them once."

"If anyone refuses to obey, tell me. I'll deal with them for you."

Hearing Lester's merciless words, Scarface nodded stiffly.

He had wondered why the prisoners next door had sounded like they were crying while reciting.

Now, seeing how ruthless Lester was, Scarface instantly understood where those tearful voices had come from.

Nodding frantically to show he understood, Scarface immediately pulled out an identical little knife from beneath his pillow.

As the cell boss, he naturally had a weapon that belonged exclusively to him.

"Study hard. I think highly of you." After patting Scarface on the shoulder and giving him that instruction, Lester entered stealth mode again.

He still had work to do and had no time to waste on these prisoners.

When he had first entered prison a few days ago, he had carefully observed the layout of Azkaban's cells.

As the only prison in Britain's magical world, Azkaban naturally housed all kinds of criminals.

Since it was the only prison in Britain's magical world, whether they were heinous Death Eaters or petty thieves like Hou San,

they would all be locked up in Azkaban.

If the prisoners were not separated according to the severity of their crimes, people would probably be dying every day.

That was why minor offenders like Lester were generally held in outer cells shared by multiple prisoners. Only the most heinous dark wizards were locked in the innermost cells, spending every day in the company of Dementors.

From Hou San, Lester learned that there were ten eight-person minor-offender cells like his in Azkaban.

They were all connected in a line and spread throughout Azkaban's outer area.

In other words, Lester, who could pass through walls, could travel between the cells of minor offenders with ease.

He acted as soon as he thought of it. After seeing Scarface and the others obediently accept his rule, Lester returned through the wall to his own cell in satisfaction.

Inside the cell, Hou San and the other six looked at one another, kneeling obediently on the floor as they waited for his return.

"Alright." Lester dispelled his stealth and slowly revealed himself. "The problem has been resolved."

"You've been reciting the Analects all day, so you can rest for a while."

Upon hearing Lester tell them to rest, the prisoners still kneeling on the ground immediately collapsed onto the floor.

But then again, if you had recited the Analects for an entire day and night and gotten stabbed every now and then whenever you made a mistake, you would be just like them.

"Hou San." Once everyone had settled down, Lester walked over to Hou San and asked, "Why haven't I seen any Dementors today?"

Lester was somewhat curious. He had made them recite the Analects loudly for two main reasons.

First, whenever they made a mistake, he could stab them and gain fear points.

Second, their recitation would attract Dementors, and then he could gain another batch of fear points.

With that cycle, he would definitely take off within a year!

What puzzled him was that he had clearly made them read aloud, yet he had not seen a single Dementor all day.

"Th-this..." Hou San stammered, "Minor offenders like us are all watched over by a single Dementor."

"That Dementor consumed a soul yesterday, so it should be dormant now."

Hearing that, Lester understood. It was merely dormant. That gave him a scare; he had thought the Dementor was not coming anymore.

After clearing up his confusion, Lester patted Hou San's shoulder and said, "Rest for an hour first. Start reciting again after that."

With that, Lester concealed himself again and entered stealth mode.

He was going to visit the other cells.

Since they were all going to waste away in Azkaban anyway, they might as well study culture properly with Lester.

Then they could turn over a new leaf after getting out!

Thus, Lester, the compassionate and charitable great benefactor, began his tireless recruitment plan.

Passing through the cell wall with practiced ease, Lester effortlessly entered another cell.

After entering the other cell, Lester did not waste a single word.

Holding his little knife, he viciously stabbed every prisoner in the kidney, regardless of age or gender.

It could not be helped. Based on his experience, if he tried to persuade them nicely and kindly invited them to join his Analects Study Class,

not only would they fail to appreciate it, they would even take him for an idiot.

Therefore, Lester unhesitatingly chose the simplest and most brutal method. No matter what, whenever he saw someone, he stabbed them first.

[ Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining Monali's fear points +100 ]

[ Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining Obile's fear points +100 ]

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Very quickly, Lester gained another 800 fear points.

Then, amid the prisoners' terrified and baffled gazes, Lester slowly revealed himself.

With practiced familiarity, he brought them into the Analects Study Class and enthusiastically gave them a name.

"White Tiger Study Group."

The innocent prisoners who had been stabbed: "..."

Looking at Lester's concerned expression as he demanded that they join the Analects Study Class,

these prisoners, who had inexplicably been stabbed, felt utterly miserable.

Couldn't you fucking talk properly? We never said we wouldn't join your study class! You came right up and stabbed us in the kidney. Wasn't that too disrespectful of the rules of the underworld?

Helplessly, the situation was stronger than them. He could turn invisible and pass through walls.

They did not even have wands. What could they use to fight him?

Thus, the prisoners in this cell also wisely surrendered.

Led by their original cell boss, they all joined Lester's Analects Study Class.

As for whether they truly joined the Analects Study Class willingly, only they themselves knew.

After all, getting suddenly stabbed in the kidney really hurt!