Terrifying Talent for Public Speaking

Lester looked at Hafiz, whose face had flushed red with rage and whose entire body trembled. He knew it was time to offer him something in return.

"If you are willing to submit to me, I will give you everything you want!"

His confident words rang through the hall, accompanied by the crackling of Fiendfyre scorching the air, steadily seeping into Hafiz's heart.

"I will give you supreme status and wealth beyond measure."

"I will make you the focus of the Wizarding World, a hero in the eyes of the people."

"I will give your family happy lives and ensure you have time every day to be with them."

Finally, Lester's expression turned solemn as he said, "I will let you rise step by step and trample every pure-blood noble who ever looked down on you beneath your feet!"

Standing atop the giant serpent, Lester was like an impassioned orator, constantly waving his hands as he described a wonderful future to the three Aurors.

At that moment, his words were like the whispers of a demon from hell, continuously seeping into the hearts of the three Aurors.

At last, one of the Aurors guarding the door could no longer resist the temptation and dropped to his knees.

Thud!

His knees slammed hard against the ground with a heavy sound.

The Auror gazed fervently at Lester high above him, his mind already immersed in the wonderful future Lester had painted.

Beside him, Hafiz saw his colleague kneel and submit. Alongside his excitement, he felt boundless terror.

Yes, although Lester had described a beautiful blueprint for him, what Hafiz felt most after hearing his speech was not excitement, but overwhelming fear.

It was too similar. Far too similar!

During the dark era when Voldemort had wreaked havoc, Hafiz had still been a spirited young Auror determined to make something of himself.

At the time, in order to win the support of other wizards, Voldemort gave speeches every day wherever wizards gathered.

The Voldemort of that time had been just like Lester now, his eyes filled with ambition and fearlessness.

Tempting visions of a beautiful future and generous promises flowed endlessly from their mouths, igniting the emotions of the gathered wizards again and again.

In the end, Voldemort had gained hundreds of followers through a single speech alone.

And now, as he watched Lester standing atop the serpent's head, brimming with confidence and passionately shouting that he would overthrow pure-blood tyranny and make Muggle-born wizards truly rise—

Hafiz knew that the Wizarding World was about to welcome its third Dark Lord, and perhaps the most terrifying one of all.

Not only did he possess frightening strength at such a young age, but he could also manipulate people's hearts so easily. Just a few words had made an Auror who had worked for five or six years submit to him.

If he were truly allowed to grow, the Wizarding World would likely face a massive reshuffling.

"I am willing to submit to you, my great master!"

Finally, after the other two Aurors had also knelt and declared their submission, Hafiz gave up the obsession in his heart.

Who cared whether Lester was the third Dark Lord? Since the Ministry of Magic had failed to appreciate his talent, he could only seek another great master.

Thud! Hafiz dropped to his knees and formally declared his submission to Lester!

Looking at the three Aurors kneeling before him, sincerely submitting to him, Lester stopped speaking, and a flicker of delight passed through his eyes.

Now, he had finally taken the first step toward controlling all of Azkaban.

"Very good."

Lester waved his hand, and the giant Fiendfyre serpent that had filled the entire room instantly dispersed into the air, as though it had never existed.

At the same time, Lester walked over to Hafiz, who was still kneeling on the ground, and ordered, "Give me the Portkey to the Ministry of Magic."

Upon hearing Lester's order, Hafiz, who had already decided to devote himself wholeheartedly to Lester, immediately got to his feet and hurried up to the third floor, returning with a black brick.

Hafiz respectfully handed it to Lester and said, "Master, this is the Portkey that leads to the Ministry of Magic."

Although Hafiz did not know what his master needed the Portkey for, as a subordinate, he would do whatever his superior told him to do. Naturally, he would not ask unnecessary questions.

"This is a Portkey?"

Lester carefully turned the brick over in his hand, sensing the magical aura upon it.

To be honest, if he could not sense the magical aura from it, Lester would have truly thought Hafiz had been bold enough to deceive him with a worthless brick.

"All right, get up."

Lester carefully tucked the black brick-shaped Portkey into his robes, then waved his hand to signal Hafiz and the others to rise and speak.

Seeing this, the other two Aurors, who had submitted to Lester under the influence of his words, also stood up and respectfully positioned themselves before him.

Like Hafiz, they were Muggle-born wizards who had not been given any importance at the Ministry of Magic and had been casually sent here to guard the gates.

Now that a great master was willing to take them in, they naturally had to seize this opportunity.

"In a while, you will come with me to Azkaban."

Lester looked at the three respectful Aurors before him and spoke expressionlessly.

He wanted to see whether these three Aurors had truly submitted to him, or whether they had merely yielded under pressure.

Sure enough, when they heard that they would have to cross most of the island and enter Azkaban prison, all three Aurors turned pale with fright.

However, they quickly returned to normal.

After all, since they had submitted to Lester, they had to obey his orders honestly.

After all, Lester was neither family nor friend to them. If he did not need them to give something in return, why would he grant them wealth and glory?

Seeing this, Lester nodded in satisfaction.

He had two purposes for taking these three Aurors back to Azkaban with him.

First, he would use these three submissive Aurors to demonstrate his formidable strength. After all, dark wizards ultimately worshipped the strong.

Do not let the fact that he had used a small knife and stabbed everyone in the kidneys into submission fool you.

He had also taught them Lunyu, giving them a spiritual pillar and a guiding doctrine for action.

But if he lacked sufficient strength, those unruly dark wizards would never submit to him obediently. There would likely be plenty of trouble then.

Second, he needed three plants. Yes, he wanted these three Aurors to act as plants for him.

Lester knew full well that none of those prisoners were fools. If he truly told them to storm the Ministry of Magic, then aside from a few prisoners bold enough to defy heaven, the rest would probably be unwilling to go.

So, he was going to deliver an unprecedented speech in Azkaban!

A speech capable of stirring everyone's emotions, a speech capable of making the entire Wizarding World tremble!

Whether he could truly subdue these prisoners would depend on whether his speech succeeded.