My Goal Was to Go on a Killing Spree at the Ministry of Magic

In the dark, damp cell, Sang Biao spilled everything he knew about the Khalifa Lineage to Lester in order to stay alive.

"The head of the Khalifa Lineage, Yunus Khalifa, is the director of the Ministry of Magic's Auror Office. In theory, all Aurors in Britain fall under his authority."

"Yunus Khalifa."

A flash of killing intent passed through Lester's eyes. So Yunus Khalifa was the one who had let a member of his family take Lester's place.

No wonder Yunus had been able to frame him and throw him in prison on some random excuse. He was the director of the entire Auror Office.

"Keep talking!" Lester fixed Sang Biao with a cold stare and barked, "Tell me about the other members of the Khalifa Lineage."

"The Khalifa Lineage has six people in total. They're an upstart Pure-blood family that emerged during Voldemort's chaotic era."

Sang Biao swallowed and continued, "There are Yunus Khalifa's parents, his wife, and one child. Of course, he also has a biological brother who fled to the European Continent during Voldemort's uprising. No one knows where he is now."

Lester nodded after hearing this, gaining a basic understanding of the Khalifa Lineage.

To Lester, the current Wizarding World had long ceased to be the fairy tale from his previous life.

It was a completely real world, one of flesh and blood.

Here, he would not naively believe that Voldemort had slaughtered Muggle-borns simply to support that ridiculous "Pure-blood Ideology."

Did Voldemort not know that he himself was a half-blood wizard?

He knew very well. Yet he still promoted Pure-blood Ideology as always, even leading his followers in the mass slaughter of Muggle-borns throughout the Wizarding World.

Why was that?

In Lester's view, the reason Voldemort massacred Muggle-borns and promoted Pure-blood Ideology was very simple.

It was because all of Voldemort's supporters were old-established Pure-blood aristocrats.

Yes. Rather than saying Voldemort had triggered the Second Wizarding War, it would be more accurate to say that the old Pure-blood families had orchestrated it.

There were simply too many Muggle-borns in the Wizarding World now, so many that they had seriously threatened the status of the old Pure-blood families.

To protect their families' interests, those old Pure-blood families had to fight back. So they mobilized all their family resources and cultivated a Dark Lord.

Even without Voldemort, the Pure-blood families would still have backed some other Dark Lord.

After all, those Pure-blood families had been around for a thousand years and possessed incredibly deep foundations. They could have supported a Dark Lord into existence with resources alone.

They had merely lost control later on, underestimating Tom Riddle's talent and accidentally cultivating a true Dark Lord.

After Voldemort grew powerful, he directly turned around and controlled the Pure-blood families that had originally supported him. To ensure their continued support, he still chose to promote Pure-blood Ideology, helping them slaughter Muggle-borns while gaining power in the Wizarding World.

Such actions were bound to enrage those who already possessed power and interests—the emerging families controlling the Ministry of Magic.

Likewise, in order to protect their own interests, those Ministry families immediately rallied all the Muggle-borns, labeled Voldemort and his people terrorists, and recruited Muggle-borns in large numbers as Aurors to eliminate Voldemort for them.

So, in Lester's eyes, the chaos from ten years ago had been a frenzied clash between two interest groups entrenched in the Wizarding World.

And now, the outcome was clear. Voldemort had been defeated by Harry Potter.

The emerging families controlling the Ministry of Magic had successfully won the war and become the true rulers of the Wizarding World.

That was why Yunus Khalifa, as director of the Auror Office, could be so arrogant as to throw Lester into Azkaban without even a Ministry of Magic trial.

Lester briefly processed the information in his cell and identified his future enemies.

First, the emerging families controlling the Ministry of Magic would definitely be his enemies. After all, they had framed him and sent him to Azkaban, then dispatched someone to assassinate him.

The relationship between them could never be repaired.

"I need to become stronger." Lester's gaze was incomparably firm.

Right now, he was insignificant and powerless. He simply could not stand against the massive Khalifa Lineage.

Even if his plan succeeded a few days later and he led a large group of Azkaban's desperadoes in a surprise attack on the Ministry of Magic,

it would still be difficult for him to kill his enemies. Besides, not only did he need to make a mess at the Ministry of Magic, he also needed to clear himself of suspicion.

After all, he was going to Hogwarts in a year. If he really wreaked havoc at the Ministry of Magic and was branded a Dark wizard, how could he still attend Hogwarts?

Therefore, he had to build up his strength now and prepare for the riot a few days later.

"Sang Biao... stop talking." Lester lowered his head and looked at Sang Biao, who was still rambling on as if he intended to recite the entire Khalifa family tree, then casually slapped him.

[ Ding! Fear Points from Sang Biao +1000 ]

"You lied to me!" Lester stared expressionlessly at Sang Biao, making Sang Biao's skin crawl.

I already told him everything I know! Why is Lester still saying I lied to him?

Seeing Sang Biao's aggrieved expression, Lester paid no attention to it and began beating and kicking him.

[ Ding! Fear Points from Sang Biao +1000 ]

[ Ding! Fear Points from Sang Biao +1000 ]

[ Ding! Fear Points from Sang Biao +1000 ]

Every time Lester hit him, the powerful Sang Biao never failed to contribute 1,000 Fear Points.

That was right. Lester was not beating Sang Biao because Sang Biao had deceived him.

In truth, Lester had not even known who wanted to kill him before. He only claimed Sang Biao had lied so he would have an excuse to beat him.

After all, Sang Biao not only contributed a great deal of Fear Points, but did so quickly as well.

In just ten minutes, he had contributed 10,000 Fear Points to Lester. Adding the Fear Points Lester had gained earlier from feeding him medicine, Sang Biao alone had contributed 50,000 Fear Points.

That was enough for Lester to draw from the Level Two prize pool once more.

"Sang Biao, do you know that deceiving me can really get someone killed?"

Lester narrowed his eyes and stared directly into Sang Biao's terrified eyes.

Seeing Lester's vicious gaze, like that of a man-eating beast, Sang Biao swallowed fearfully.

He said weakly, "Didn't you not even know who wanted to kill you before? Why are you saying I lied to you now?"

Since Sang Biao had become a top assassin, he was naturally no fool. He immediately noticed the flaw in Lester's words.

Lester: "..."

Hearing Sang Biao's question, Lester awkwardly rubbed his nose. But a moment later, ferocity returned to his face.

"I saw deception in your eyes."

Lester spouted nonsense with a straight face and said as if it were perfectly reasonable, "You assassins are the most heartless people. Who knows whether you're lying to me?"