Analects Study Class

"Originally, I had 2,000 Fear Points. Adding the 800 I just got, that made 2,800."

Lester counted on his fingers, slowly calculating his gains.

There were ten cells for eight low-security prisoners each in Azkaban, and he had already conquered three of them through sheer force of personality.

The prisoners in the remaining seven cells were still waiting for his salvation.

Faced with the lost prisoners of Azkaban, Lester naturally could not play favorites.

He had to make sure every prisoner in Azkaban could learn the ancient philosophy of the East.

Having just recruited those eight aggrieved-looking prisoners into his Analects Study Class, Lester immediately turned invisible again.

Without stopping for a moment, he headed for the next cell.

He used the same method as before, first giving each of them a stab in the kidney with his knife.

Then he "kindly" persuaded them to join his Analects Study Class.

And so, through Lester's diligent efforts, it took only half a day.

Every low-security prisoner in Azkaban gained a bloody hole in their waist, while the number of people in the Analects Study Class reached an all-time high.

Including Lester, a full seventy-nine people had joined the Analects Study Class.

He had successfully achieved his goal of recruiting every low-security prisoner.

It was Lester's third day in prison.

Azkaban's sky was as gloomy as ever, while hordes of Dementors wandered ceaselessly through every corner of the island.

The Aurors stationed at the island's edge lay idly on benches, chatting with their colleagues about everyday matters.

Thanks to the Dementors' notorious reputation, Azkaban's prisoners had not caused trouble in a long time.

As a result, the Aurors in charge of management had nothing to do all day and could only idle away their time in the offices built by the Ministry of Magic.

They waited wholeheartedly for the next rotation to arrive.

At that moment, still completely relaxed, they had no idea that all of Azkaban had already taken Lester's shape.

"The commander of an army may be captured, but even a common man cannot be stripped of his will."

Across the vast outskirts of Azkaban, every low-security prisoner wore deep dark circles beneath their eyes, swaying their heads as they recited ancient verses that had long since been carved into their souls.

Ever since graduating from Hogwarts, they had not experienced this feeling in a very long time.

Their booming recitations echoed throughout the prison. Even cells deep within Azkaban could still hear the loud sound of studying from outside.

"Tell me, what does 'To remain unresentful when others do not understand you—is that not the mark of a gentleman?' mean?"

Inside the cell, Lester held a small knife and smiled at the lecherous old man before him, waiting for his answer.

Faced with Lester's sudden question, the lecherous old man nervously swallowed. His decayed brain spun wildly as his whole body entered a state of mental storming.

After a long while, the old man's eyes suddenly lit up. He cautiously said, "Someone doesn't know my great name, but I haven't gotten angry. That already makes me quite the gentleman."

Lester: "..."

Hearing the old man's ridiculous explanation, Lester expressionlessly raised the knife in his hand.

He seriously suspected that this lecherous old bastard was messing with him!

Seeing Lester suddenly raise his knife, the lecherous old man began trembling violently. His bewildered eyes were filled with confusion.

He thought his explanation made perfect sense!

Looking at the confused and helpless lecherous old man, Lester hesitated for a moment before ultimately lowering the knife.

It was not because he pitied the old bastard. He had merely suddenly remembered that he had not made them recite the Analects to truly help them reform and become new people.

Lester knew perfectly well how he had ended up in Azkaban.

He had obviously been framed and imprisoned because he had offended pure-blood nobles.

So why should he help the Ministry of Magic?

Not only could he not let these prisoners reform, he should make them even crazier.

A thug was not scary. A cultured thug was.

If he could teach this bunch of prisoners the culture of the criminal underworld in prison, then once they got out—

They would become cultured gangsters!

Faced with this new generation of Dark wizards who had faith, culture, and discipline, the Ministry of Magic would surely be left with a massive headache.

"Good!!!" Lester suddenly burst into applause, startling the still-anxious lecherous old man so badly that he nearly jumped.

"You old bastard really are a talent!"

Although what this old man had done was indeed disgusting, his ideological awareness was still quite high.

Hadn't he effortlessly translated the true meaning of the Analects?

"From now on, you'll be the class representative for the Analects Study Class!" With a grand wave of his hand, Lester directly bestowed a position upon the lecherous old man.

He wanted this talented lecherous old man to properly "translate" all the famous sayings in the Analects, then pass them on to the other prisoners.

When these cultured prisoners got out, the Ministry of Magic would definitely be dumbfounded!

"Yes." Faced with this windfall, the lecherous old man froze at first, then became overjoyed and immediately accepted the position of class representative.

"Good!" Lester was very satisfied. He immediately said, "Then let me test you."

Seeing that Lester was about to test him, the lecherous old man immediately became serious.

Whether he was a dragon or a worm, whether he could earn Lester's trust, depended on how well he answered this question!

Lester pondered for a moment and decided to start with an easier one, afraid the old man would not be able to answer.

"A gentleman who does not strike hard cannot establish authority. What does that mean?"

Faced with Lester's question, the lecherous old man immediately answered without hesitation, "A gentleman must strike heavily, or he won't be able to establish his authority!"

Hearing such an absurd explanation, Lester's eyes nearly popped out.

But after thinking about it carefully, that interpretation suited this bunch of Dark wizards quite well!

Lester continued, "A gentleman loves wealth, but acquires it by proper means."

Perhaps because he had gained Lester's approval, the lecherous old man became increasingly confident. The moment Lester finished asking, he immediately replied, "I like money, so taking your money is perfectly reasonable!"

After answering, the lecherous old man nodded in agreement, clearly approving of the saying himself.

"Warden," the lecherous old man asked admiringly, "were all these famous sayings proposed by that great Eastern philosopher? They're all supreme truths! I, Leonardo, simply want to take him as my master immediately!"

Lester: "..."

Faced with Leonardo's question—the lecherous old man's name was Leonardo—Lester was speechless for a long time.

After a while, he slowly said, "He was a great philosopher called Confucius. All these principles were proposed by him and his disciples."

"Confucius!" Hearing the philosopher's name, the lecherous old man's pupils shrank slightly.

As expected of a great philosopher capable of speaking so many profound truths—even his name was so domineering!