An Eye for an Eye, Lester

"Brain-Boosting Potion can increase your brain's processing power and enhance your learning ability in a short period of time."

With a flick of his sleeve, Snape conjured three blue reagents that appeared before Lester's eyes.

The potion shone brilliantly, the exquisite bottle was crystal clear, and at the bottom of the potion was a unique anti-counterfeiting mark that belonged only to Snape.

"Professor Snape, I was already planning to have Scarface let you go, but why did you come here willingly?"

Lester smiled as he looked at the elk at the bottom of the potion.

Because the counterfeit drugs had gone too far before, Snape created a new anti-counterfeiting mark, which has recently affected Scarface's business.

With the anti-counterfeiting mark in place, Snape became more shrewd and stopped selling his Potions on the market, instead turning to the high-end market.

This way, his Potions wouldn't fall into the hands of those with ulterior motives, thus preventing them from cracking the new anti-counterfeiting measures.

"Thank you, Professor. I will continue to work hard in the future!" Lester revealed a sly smile, leaving Snape completely bewildered.

However, he didn't have time to deal with Lester right now; his Simp Diary had almost been discovered by the young wizard, and Professor Snape was now in a bit of an embarrassment.

"Alright, take these three bottles of potion and hurry back to the lounge!"

Professor Snape bluntly told Lester to leave, and Lester left with a smile.

When Lester returned to the Slytherin Common Room, he found everyone waiting for him.

"Lester, you're amazing! No wonder you're the leader of Slytherin!"

"Lyttor, you're awesome! You're the pride of Slytherin!"

Even the sixth and seventh graders took time out of their busy schedules to come to the common room to celebrate Slytherin's victory.

"Lester, you did a good job this time. After we graduate, Slytherin will still need capable young wizards like you to lead it!"

Although Lester is only a first-year student, his reputation in Slytherin is already at its peak.

The eldest brother of all the first-year wizards, he drove Marcus and his two teammates on the Quidditch team to the brink of mental collapse, and finally beat up more than a dozen Gryffindor at the Midnight Clock Tower.

This is practically a demon descended from heaven, a veritable god of war on earth.

So when Lester returned to the lounge, Lester was unsurprisingly surrounded by cheers and compliments.

Only the Slytherin Prefect, the female and Prefect, stood at a distance, their faces contorted with resentment as they glared at Lester.

Lester, standing at the center of the young wizards' quarters, suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. Turning around, he noticed the venomous gazes of the Prefect and prefects.

Lester sneered inwardly. He thought to himself that if he didn't cause them trouble, they should be secretly happy. Yet they dared to stare at him so maliciously, forcing him to deal with them.

Fortunately, I still have the treasure I drew at the beginning of the game, the Power Viagra, which I haven't had a chance to use yet.

Now, those two unlucky guys are really in for a treat!

"Malfoy, put this in both of their cups in a bit!"

After the crowd dispersed, Lester summoned his top henchman, pointed at the male and female Prefect, and whispered, "Then have them drink it in the common room in front of everyone."

Taking the two small white pills from Lester, Malfoy asked curiously:

"Lester, what is this? Are you trying to poison them?"

Malfoy was somewhat frightened. Normally, he could easily insult someone or mock Harry, but he was truly incapable of killing anyone.

"What are you thinking?" Lester was speechless. Malfoy really dared to think such a thing—poisoning students at Hogwarts? Did he really think Dumbledore was made of clay?

After confirming several times that it was not a deadly poison, Malfoy finally felt relieved.

A few minutes later, Malfoy ran back with a grin, and the two Power Viagra in his hand were placed into the two Prefect ' water glasses.

Seeing this, Lester was immediately satisfied and lay back on the sofa, ready to watch the show.

Those two bastards actually think of Lester as a decent person.

Generally speaking, even if a righteous person knows that someone wants to harm him, he will not take the initiative to attack until he is substantially affected.

But Lester was different; he was the worst of the worst. Even if those two Prefect were willing to forgive and forget, Lester had no intention of letting them get away with it.

Why should you be able to cause trouble whenever you want, only to realize you can't handle it and then try to avoid it altogether? Isn't that a joke?

Lester considered himself neither petty nor narrow-minded.

Anyone who dares to mess with me will have to pay a hundredfold price, so they'll know that bullying others comes at a cost.

In the distance, Slytherin's Prefect Thompson and Prefect frowned slightly; clearly, they felt Lester's burning gaze.

To be honest, at first, after being taught a lesson by Lester, the two of them wanted to get revenge on Lester.

However, Lester's subsequent actions became increasingly alarming, and even Marcus, whom they dared not easily provoke, was almost driven to a mental breakdown by Lester.

There are even rumors that Lester once single-handedly killed Gryffindor students in the Clock Tower.

This made them hesitant to attack Lester, fearing that if they failed to kill Lester, they would face Lester's retaliation.

Science shows that people tend to drink more water when they are stressed.

Given Lester's recent notoriety, Thompson and the Prefect were both a little nervous, and subconsciously picked up their water glasses and took small sips.

"What's going on? Why does the lounge feel so hot today?"

Thompson was the first to sense something was wrong; he started sweating profusely, and a strange fire inexplicably rose within his lower abdomen.

This is Power Viagra, not your average Viagra.

The regular Viagra is for human use; it can temporarily enhance combat power.

However, Power Viagra is for elephants; just a small pill is enough to drive an elephant into a frenzy of excitement.

Even if there's nothing in front of them, they could still punch a huge hole in the ground alone.

Suddenly, the male Prefect, Thompson, felt his body becoming somewhat out of control, and his second brother even entered a super battle state.

"No, no, this is the Slytherin Common Room, and there are so many people watching over it!"

Prefect Thompson tried to suppress his lust, but unfortunately, the effects of the super-powerful Viagra were beyond what a mere wizard like him could control.

Just as Prefect Thompson was about to lose control, a delicate voice rang in his ear.

"Prefect Thompson, are you feeling unwell?"

Thompson struggled to lift his head, trying to get the girl away from him, but it was too late!