If I Kill Them All, Won't the Quest Be Complete?
Professor Dumbledore stood up again. The Great Hall fell silent once more.
After explaining some points to note, Dumbledore sat down again.
Most of the young Slytherin wizards ignored Dumbledore's words, clearly not taking him, the Dumbledore, seriously.
"Now, before everyone goes to bed, let's sing the school song together!" Dumbledore shouted.
Dumbledore flicked his wand, and a long, golden ribbon floated out, twisting and coiling like a snake above the dining table to form lines of text.
"Each person chooses their favorite tune," said Dumbledore. "Ready, sing!"
As soon as the words were spoken, the entire school's teachers and students began to sing at the top of their lungs. Even the arrogant Slytherin hummed tunes and sang the Hogwarts school song. They only disliked Dumbledore, but they did not dislike Hogwarts.
At the Slytherin dining table, Lester absentmindedly hummed the school song, pondering how to win over the group of first-year Slytherin wizards.
He had just observed that there were 21 first-year Slytherin students, including himself, with 8 girls and 13 boys. Of course, Lester didn't care about gender; he was only concerned with how to complete the task quickly and unlock the Quest Shop.
Although I had previously acquired tens of thousands of Fear Points, my Fear Points were only 1.3 million. If I were to try my luck in the lottery, I might not get anything good.
The Quest Shop is different; you can buy items you've drawn before. This means you can buy high-mana items like the Doran's Ring's or Mana Recovery Potion from there.
Once I've collected 100 Doran's Ring, regenerating 150 mana per second, wouldn't I be a forbidden spell turret?
Let alone Dumbledore, Lester wouldn't be afraid to go to war with all the Muggle in the world.
"We can take our time with those eight girls. Let's try to get the first-year boys sorted out first today," Lester said, sizing up his classmates.
Of the 12 boys, only Malfoy, who came from a top family and was placed in the upperclassmen's dining area, was not. The other 11 boys were all near their own classmates.
Three of the boys had made no attempt to hide their disgust towards him, and if nothing unexpected happened, he should start with them.
"Hey, Mudblood!" Suddenly, one of the three boys, who made no attempt to hide their disgust for him, picked up a piece of cream cake and threw it at Lester.
Clearly, this was a piece of cream cake that he had secretly hidden from the dining table earlier.
Lester: "???"
To be honest, for so many years, he has always been the one bullying others. Although he was prepared to be provoked in Slytherin, he was still a little stunned when it actually happened.
"Court death!"
A fierce glint flashed in Lester's eyes, an endless killing intent bursting forth from them. Without even taking out his wand, he stopped the incoming cream cake with a mere look.
With 100 points of magic power, Lester was able to control some inanimate objects.
After the cream cake was brought under control, Lester quickly grabbed it, concentrated his magic on it, and threw it back at him.
Now that he's in public, Lester is too embarrassed to directly confront him, so he can only choose this polite way of retaliating.
With the blessing of the Doran's Ring, the cream cake, imbued with Lester's magic, flew into the young wizard's mouth with lightning speed.
The little wizard had just been about to laugh and mock Lester, but unexpectedly, his wide-open mouth caught the piece of cream cake perfectly.
The cream cake, which had been sitting in the young wizard's mouth, suddenly moved just as he was about to angrily teach Lester a lesson.
The magic contained within Lester erupted instantly, propelling the cake forward steadily by 5 centimeters, precisely wedging it into the young wizard's esophagus.
"You... Ahhh!!!"
With his esophagus blocked by a foreign object, the young wizard was not only unable to breathe fresh air, but also unable to make any sound.
The intense sensation of something foreign and the feeling of suffocation filled Eamon Jiedi with endless terror. He knew he was about to die, yet no one else seemed to notice anything amiss.
Clutching his neck tightly, Jiedi tried to spit out the damned cake, but it was all in vain. How could he possibly make a cake that Lester had propelled with magic?
"Help... help me!"
Finally, the other two laughing little wizards around him noticed Jiedi's abnormality. At this moment, Jiedi's little face had turned purplish-blue due to not being able to breathe for a long time, and tears were streaming down his face like broken pearls.
The fear of death made Jiedi tremble all over, and snot kept coming out of his nose.
"Ah!!!"
Jiedi's two friends immediately panicked. Their fathers were both patriarchs of a mid-level Pure-blood families, so the three of them had known each other since childhood and become friends.
They had agreed without hesitation when Jiedi said he wanted to teach that arrogant Mudblood a lesson, but now...
"What... what did you do to Jiedi?!" One of the young wizards, seeing Jiedi struggling in pain on the chair, immediately questioned Lester angrily. At the same time, he frantically pounded on Jiedi's chest, trying to make him vomit up the cream cake.
When confronted by Jiedi's partner, Lester, the culprit, showed no remorse and even seemed to want to laugh.
He who kills will be killed in return. Since this brat dared to provoke me, he will have to pay the price.
Moreover, Lester suddenly discovered a faster way to complete the mission: simply physically eliminate these pure-blooded spoiled brats, just like today. Once they were all dead, wouldn't his mission be accomplished?
So Lester just watched with a smile as Jiedi convulsed in pain, making no attempt to help.