The Rotten Ministry of Magic

Bang!

The sound of a potion vial shattering suddenly came from inside Sang Biao's body.

Sang Biao, who had been in unbearable pain and desperately clinging to life, suddenly went completely still.

A green glow tinged with black slowly spread from Sang Biao's anus to the rest of his body.

A moment later, something miraculous happened.

The wounds on Sang Biao's body, which had been spraying blood nonstop, suddenly all healed, while a warm current continuously flowed through him.

"Ah!"

The warmth flowing through his body was simply too comfortable, and Sang Biao could not help letting out a moan.

Scarface, who had no idea what was going on, was so frightened that goosebumps rose all over his body.

"Could Sang Biao have some unusual fetish?"

"Life Potion really is incredible."

Seeing Sang Biao's bodily functions gradually recover, Lester finally let out the breath he had been holding.

At the same time, Lester stared at Sang Biao's gradually recovering body, his eyes filled with curiosity.

Hadn't that Life Potion just said it had side effects?

He wanted to see what ability Sang Biao would lose after drinking it.

Unfortunately, Lester watched for quite a while without figuring anything out.

Still, he did not care much. As long as Sang Biao survived, Lester truly did not care what physical defects he might have.

Before long, Sang Biao had absorbed all the medicinal power of the Life Potion and finally regained his vitality.

"Are you Lester?"

Having only just recovered, Sang Biao's mind was still a little muddled. Staring at the ten-year-old boy before him, he instinctively pulled out a photograph he carried in his prison uniform.

He began comparing it with Lester in front of him.

A few seconds later, Sang Biao's face lit up with joy. Sure enough, the child before him was his target, Lester Bide.

Lester: "..."

He had just witnessed Sang Biao holding up his photograph and comparing it to him from start to finish.

If he was not mistaken, this Sang Biao had been sent into Azkaban to kill him!

Unfortunately, the man was a little slow in the head. He had actually taken out the photograph right in front of him as a reference...

The smile on Lester's face gradually froze, and killing intent slowly erupted from his body.

He had not expected the Pure-blood family that framed him and sent him to Azkaban to be so excessive.

Not only had they thrown a ten-year-old child like him into Azkaban, they had even sent an assassin to murder him.

He had already endured so much. If he had not possessed the system, he would probably still be sleeping beside the cell's toilet.

He had thought that was already outrageous enough, but he had not expected that Pure-blood family to still refuse to let him go. They were determined to kill him.

They had gone too far.

After his brief anger subsided, Lester's dissatisfaction with the Ministry of Magic reached its peak.

A guy like Sang Biao, who was obviously an assassin, had managed to enter Azkaban so easily. Lester would not believe for a second that the Ministry of Magic had nothing to do with it.

In his previous life, having only watched the Harry Potter films, his impression of the Ministry of Magic had merely been that it was a useless bunch of incompetents.

But after truly transmigrating into the Wizarding World of Harry Potter, Lester discovered that this Wizarding World was far more than merely useless.

It was simply a den of filth and corruption!

In truth, it was not just the Ministry of Magic. Lester was deeply dissatisfied with the mainstream ideas currently prevalent throughout the Wizarding World.

"Pure-blood Ideology."

Although this ridiculous notion was publicly condemned, in truth it had long been an unspoken understanding in every wizard's heart.

Even now, Pure-blood wizards still ruled the entire Wizarding World.

Although Britain's population had surged because of the ever-improving technology of Muggle society,

and the number of Muggle-born wizards had gradually increased, how many important positions in the Wizarding World were held by Muggle-born wizards?

Look at the leaders within the Ministry of Magic. Which of them did not come from a Pure-blood family?

Take Lester's parents, for example. Both were Muggle-born wizards. Relying on their outstanding achievements, they had worked hard to enter the Ministry of Magic.

They had thought they could rise above their class, but what happened?

Other Pure-blood wizards had long since been promoted, while his two Muggle-born parents, with neither power nor influence, were still stuck where they were.

Not only that, all the dirty and exhausting work went to Muggle-born wizards like them, who had neither power nor influence.

Meanwhile, those high-born Pure-bloods could stand above every Muggle-born wizard merely because of their privileged origins.

They could freely humiliate Muggle-born wizards, manipulate the Ministry of Magic's laws, and act recklessly throughout the Wizarding World without receiving any punishment.

The Ministry of Magic was nothing more than an excuse Pure-blood wizards used to placate Muggle-born wizards.

Did they not see that Muggle-born wizards would be arrested the moment they used magic in front of Muggles, while Pure-blood wizards would face no real punishment even if they flew their own alchemical cars through the sky?

On top of that, that Pure-blood family had repeatedly used the Ministry of Magic to cause him trouble. Lester had long since grown utterly sick of the Ministry.

Gradually, a bold idea appeared in Lester's mind.

"Attack the Ministry of Magic!"

If people did not offend him, he would not offend them. But if they offended him, he would kill them.

Lester, who had personally killed the burly man the moment he entered prison, was naturally no harmless saint.

He had clearly already backed down, yet that Pure-blood family and the Ministry officials only became more and more aggressive.

Even a clay figure had some anger in it, let alone Lester, who had always been decisive and ruthless.

So, filled with fury, Lester decided that he would endure no longer!

With the system's help, he could completely lead every prisoner in Azkaban in a jailbreak.

Furthermore, based on the Harry Potter films Lester had watched in his previous life, the Aurors guarding Azkaban surely possessed a Portkey that led to the Ministry of Magic.

When the time came, he could bring all the criminals in Azkaban through the Portkey and transport them directly into the Ministry of Magic.

He would catch the Pure-bloods in the Ministry off guard.

If Lester had been alone, this surprise attack would probably not only have accomplished nothing but would have put him in danger instead.

But who said Lester was fighting alone?

He had the help of every prisoner in Azkaban!

Do not be fooled by how these prisoners had been stabbed into submission by his little knife. Give each of them a wand,

and they would have more than enough ability to wreak havoc in the Ministry of Magic.

After all, no one sent to Azkaban was ordinary. They could probably cast the three Unforgivable Curses as smoothly as drinking water.

Their long years of imprisonment had also filled them with boundless pressure.

These magic-wielding dark wizards were like a group of volatile powder kegs. Once the day came for them to erupt, they would shock the entire Wizarding World.

Of course, bringing every prisoner in Azkaban to launch a surprise attack on the Ministry of Magic was merely one small plan of Lester's.

Before putting that plan into action, he still needed a little help from Sang Biao.