Knotting Curse

Over the boundless Great Sea, a Lone Island floated alone upon the waves.

On the island, countless Dementors clad in tattered cloaks wandered aimlessly.

Inside Azkaban, the lesser offenders housed around the prison's perimeter loudly recited the Analects with dramatic intonation. After reading the original text, they often recited the translation as well.

"Riches and honor gained through unrighteousness are like floating clouds to me."

"Illegitimate money is as plentiful to me as floating clouds."

As they studied, every prisoner excitedly swayed their heads, often becoming thrilled by the bizarre interpretations in the text.

At first, Lester had forced them to study the Analects.

But later, after Lester told them the translation of the Analects, the prisoners' enthusiasm for studying suddenly soared.

They all treated Kongzi, the underworld boss from the East, as their idol and devoured the knowledge of the Analects every day.

In his cell, Lester sat on his own exclusive throne. Listening to the prisoners' resounding recitations, he fell deep into thought.

He had clearly only wanted an excuse to stab someone, but he had never expected things to develop like this.

Looking at the prisoners, who seemed eager to recite the Analects all day long, Lester let out a helpless sigh.

Things had ultimately gone beyond his expectations.

Ever since the new translation of the Analects came out, everyone's enthusiasm for studying had soared.

His opportunities to stab people had decreased as well.

And for some reason, the Dementors guarding the lesser offenders would listen whenever the prisoners loudly recited the Analects.

Not only did they fail to carry out their duties as prison guards, they even swayed their heads and listened intently from the side.

They showed absolutely no intention of stepping in to maintain order.

And so, on Lester's sixth day in prison, his Fear Points finally dried up.

Of course, his earnings over the past few days had still been substantial.

Not only had he gained a full 50,000 Fear Points, but he had also unlocked a new function in his system: a more advanced lottery!

[Dark Lord System]

[Host: Lester Bide]

[Magic Power: 10 (100 for an adult wizard)]

[Mastered spells:]

[God-tier Invisibility Technique (Max level, cannot be upgraded)]

[Wall-Piercing Technique (Basic spell, cannot be upgraded)]

[Mission: None]

[Lottery: 1 draw (50,000 Fear Points/draw)]

A single draw that had originally cost 1,000 Fear Points now cost 50,000 Fear Points.

Naturally, the rewards from the lottery had become much more generous as well.

For example, with the most basic lottery, aside from using his beginner's free draw to obtain the God-tier Invisibility Technique—

Everything else Lester had drawn had been utterly useless.

Take the Wall-Piercing Technique, for example. Did he really need to draw for that? Any young wizard who had attended Hogwarts could cast it with ease.

As for Super Viagra, Lester did not even have a use for it. It was completely worthless.

The requirements for the lottery had increased, but the things it rewarded had become more advanced.

Lester himself was quite satisfied with that.

"System, I want to draw!"

After accumulating Fear Points for days and finally saving up 50,000, Lester immediately summoned the system when he discovered he could finally draw.

He believed that the reward from a draw costing 50,000 would definitely not get him killed!

[Ding! Congratulations, Host, you have obtained the spell 'Knotting Curse'!]

Lester: "???"

Looking at the gleaming Ball-Tying Curse on the system panel, Lester rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

Although he had long expected that his level-two lottery system would give him an offensive spell—

He had never expected the spell the system gave him to be this brutal!

True to its name, the Ball-Tying Curse was just as vicious as it sounded!

[Knotting Curse: Legendary dark magic. Can instantly twist a male enemy's manhood into a knot, causing him to lose all combat ability.]

"Holy shit, that's brutal." Even Lester, brutal enough to stab people in the kidneys every day, instinctively shuddered when he saw the words "twist into a knot."

That was way too damn terrifying!

Just as Lester in the prison marveled at how horrifying his newly acquired spell was—

On the deserted Great Sea, a massive ship slowly sailed toward Azkaban.

A full week had passed since Lester entered prison. It was time for new prisoners to be admitted to Azkaban again.

On the ship's deck, the Aurors escorting the prisoners tirelessly explained Azkaban's rules as usual.

The prisoners below listened to the rules with fearful expressions, their eyes filled with confusion about the future.

Clearly, the name Azkaban had frightened them badly.

Among the prisoners, a vicious-looking man paid no attention whatsoever to the Auror's endless chatter on the platform.

Unlike the other prisoners around him, whose eyes were filled with uncertainty about the future, the man's gaze was full of killing intent.

Everyone else had been sent to Azkaban after committing crimes and being captured by the Ministry of Magic, but he had entered Azkaban entirely of his own volition.

Because he had a mission to complete: kill the ten-year-old Lester!

As Sang Biao, a notorious dark wizard in the underworld, he was confident that even without a wand, he could easily complete the mission through his formidable wandless magic.

After all, there were very few people in the Wizarding World capable of wandless magic.

For example, many people in the Wizarding World could use the three Unforgivable Curses.

Even Harry Potter could smoothly cast the Cruciatus Curse after seeing it once.

So, being able to use the Killing Curse or something similar did not prove how impressive you were in the Wizarding World.

Only by mastering nonverbal casting and wandless magic could you call yourself a powerful wizard.

Take nonverbal casting, for instance. Even among elite Auror units, quite a few people were unable to perform it.

Not to mention the more profound wandless magic. Only great figures like the four Hogwarts Heads of House could use such advanced casting techniques with ease.

Anyone else capable of wandless magic was unquestionably a major figure in the Wizarding World.

Therefore, the Ministry of Magic never would have imagined that a top-tier dark wizard capable of wandless magic would be locked in the cells for Azkaban's lesser offenders.

After all, dark wizards capable of wandless magic either committed no crimes at all—or committed major ones.

Just like Voldemort's lackeys, they would be thrown directly into the depths of the prison, which teemed with Dementors, and spend every day in their company.

They barely had any time each day when they remained conscious.

"Clang!"

The sound of the ship striking the rocks suddenly rang out. Sang Biao rose slowly along with the surrounding prisoners.

He obediently followed the escorting Aurors toward Azkaban's prison.

To enter Azkaban, he had deliberately committed a minor crime and received only a one-month sentence.

Within that month, he would have more than enough time to kill the unarmed, ten-year-old Lester.