Dementors: "Souls!!!"

As everyone knew, the infamous wizard prison Azkaban consisted of two parts.

One was Azkaban Prison itself, the cells where ordinary people were held.

The other was the small island where Azkaban Prison stood. Because large numbers of Dementors roamed it, the island had gradually become part of the prison as well.

Now, the prisoners inside Azkaban Prison watched the Dementors hurriedly rushing outside, utterly baffled.

Some of the serious offenders had spent years in Azkaban and had never seen the Dementors in such a hurry.

The lecherous old man Leona watched the Dementors rushing toward the doors in terror and uncertainly asked the others in the cell, "Has the Dark Lord returned?"

Not only had he lived through Voldemort's dark age of chaos, but he had even experienced Grindelwald's era of world war.

Though he was not the strongest among these prisoners, he was certainly the most knowledgeable.

As he watched the Dementors stream outside like a tide, he felt a chill run down his back.

If so many Dementors were mobilizing at once, then either someone was breaking out of prison, or a Dark Lord had recruited them.

Combined with the fact that he had not seen Lester for half a day, the lecherous old man Leona had every reason to suspect that Lester had most likely caused this Dementor deployment.

"I hope Lord Lester can safely survive this ordeal."

Just as Lester's foremost disciple, Leona, prayed for Lester's safety—

Unbeknownst to him, Lester was not in danger at all. Instead, he was having the time of his life.

Facing the sea of Dementors before him, Lester showed no trace of panic.

Clearly, these Dementors had received their chief's orders and knew they were about to welcome a new master. Therefore, when they saw Lester, they did not display the slightest aggression.

"It's time to sell these Dementors a dream."

Lester's eyes flickered as he had already figured out how to make promises to these dark creatures.

Although these dark creatures now claimed they wished to pledge loyalty to him, Lester knew that their loyalty came at a price.

He was not narcissistic enough to believe he could easily subdue these Dementors through sheer kingly charisma.

In fact, the reason these Dementors had abandoned the Ministry of Magic to join him was simple.

The Ministry of Magic could not give these Dementors what they wanted. Only a Dark Lord who treated human lives like grass could provide them with countless souls.

Just like a business negotiation, as long as you knew the other side's ultimate demand, control of the negotiation would fall into your hands.

And Lester happened to know what these Dementors wanted: souls!

Fire Shield!

Before nearly a thousand Dementors, Lester slowly raised his right hand.

Whoosh!

Accompanied by the roar of erupting flames, a blue circular platform of Fiendfyre slowly appeared beneath Lester's feet.

But that was not all. Before the watchful eyes of nearly a thousand Dementors, Lester calmly controlled the Fiendfyre platform as it slowly rose into the sky.

At last, after rising high enough to look down upon every Dementor present, Lester stopped ascending.

At that moment, Lester was like a god high above, looking down upon the countless lives below.

The Dementors on the ground watched Lester slowly rise, supported by Fiendfyre, their eyes filled with confusion.

"Woooo? (Why is this human wizard flying up?)"

"Wooo! (No idea, but that noseless wizard seemed to do the same thing back then.)"

"Woooo! (You lot, be quiet and listen properly!)"

The last voice came from the only Dementor that could speak human language.

Seeing their chief angered, the two Dementors who had been whispering to each other immediately fell silent and blankly stared at Lester in the sky.

"Cough, cough..." High in the air, Lester took out the microphone he had won from the system lottery and coughed softly twice.

After finding that it worked quite well, Lester nodded in satisfaction and began selling his dream.

"My brothers from the dark world!"

"I know that because of your unusual dietary habits, you have never been accepted by the public, and have even been labeled as dark creatures."

At those words, the Dementors below immediately stirred, whispering among themselves as though discussing something.

The moment Lester saw this, he knew his opening had caught these dark creatures' attention. So, rather than rushing to continue, he allowed the Dementors to discuss it first and build up their emotions.

Unbeknownst to him, just as Lester believed the Dementors had been drawn in by his speech, they were actually utterly confused.

"Woooo? (What is he talking about?)"

"Wooo! (No idea!)"

"Wooo, woooo! (Wait, we don't understand human language either!)"

"Wooo, woooooo! (Yeah, but didn't that noseless wizard talk for ages back then too? We just need to listen for the important parts!)"

"Woooo. (Makes sense.)"

Quite a few Dementors nodded in deep agreement.

On the Fiendfyre platform, Lester grew more excited as he spoke, becoming increasingly unrestrained.

Whether it was Das Kapital, Marxism, or anything else he could quote from ancient times to the present, he incorporated it all into his speech.

During pauses in his speech, Lester would sometimes secretly observe the audience's reactions.

When he discovered that the Dementors below had stopped talking entirely and were all staring down at the ground, Lester smiled in satisfaction.

These dark creatures had clearly taken his words to heart. Otherwise, why would they look so grave?

"I really am a speechmaking genius!"

After indulging in a little self-admiration, Lester, completely unaware that the Dementors could not understand human language, finally brought his speech to a close.

"So, everyone, please believe in me, Lester Bide! Under my leadership, you Dementors will have countless souls!!!"

The Dementors below, who had nearly fallen asleep, finally heard the one word they understood: "Souls!"

"Woooooo!!! (Souls!!!)"

The previously calm Dementors instantly erupted, all of them raising their voices in excited roars.

Lester was immensely satisfied by the sight. It seemed his speech had been a huge success!

Hadn't these Dementors, who had been so lifeless before, become incredibly fired up after hearing his passionate speech?

With a wave of his hand, Lester descended directly to the ground.

Under the fervent gazes of the many Dementors, Lester smugly winked at Hafiz and the others, who had been present all along, and asked, "Well? That was a pretty good speech, right!"

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Hafiz: "..."

Seeing Lester's expectant expression, Hafiz nodded stiffly.

What could he say? Should he tell Lester, who had been spitting passionately for half an hour, that these Dementors could not understand human language?

Hafiz truly feared that once Lester learned the truth, he would burn these Dementors to death with Fiendfyre and erase the evidence of his embarrassment.