Godfather of Azkaban, Lester Bide

On the gloomy Azkaban Island, a jaw-dropping scene unfolded.

More than a thousand terrifying Dementors drifted across the island in a vast swarm. At the center of the Dementors floated a luxurious sedan chair constructed from blue Fiendfyre, moving along with them through the air.

Inside the luxurious sedan chair stood an equally cool throne made of Fiendfyre.

Lester sat arrogantly upon the throne, with Hafiz and the other two Aurors standing behind him.

That was right. After Lester laid out his grand plan, every Dementor had submitted to his rule.

He was now leading his Dementor army back in triumph to his headquarters, Azkaban Prison!

Although the Dementors mainly traveled by floating, magical creatures were still quite fast.

In roughly ten minutes, Lester could see the towering walls of Azkaban Prison in the distance.

Inside the walls was a huge dirt yard, used as the place where prisoners were allowed out each week.

Since this was the Wizarding World, where space-expanding magic existed, land was practically worthless.

And Azkaban was originally a godforsaken little island, with Azkaban Prison as its only building.

Thus, Azkaban Prison occupied a vast area. The dirt yard alone, used for prisoner exercise, was as large as four basketball courts!

Lester slowly stepped down from the Fiendfyre throne and waved a hand, signaling for the Dementors to wait at the edge of the yard.

Though the Dementors could not understand human speech, they could still understand Lester's gestures.

Upon receiving his signal, swarms of Dementors immediately floated toward the edge of the yard.

"Open the gates for me!"

Lester looked at Azkaban Prison's tightly shut gates and turned to order Hafiz.

Clang!

Accompanied by the sound of a lock opening, a massive padlock fell to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Then, the towering iron gates, a full eight meters high, were slowly pushed open by the magic of Hafiz and the other two Aurors.

Though Azkaban Island was shrouded in darkness all year round, if there was any place darker still, it had to be Azkaban Prison, where the inmates were held.

This place truly never saw the light of day.

As the iron gates of the prison cells were slowly pushed open, a ray of light from outside gradually seeped into the dark prison, bringing a trace of brightness to the bewildered inmates within.

Silence. Deathly silence.

After discovering that the gates of Azkaban's cells had opened, the prisoners were not excited. Instead, they feared the unknown.

They knew that unless it was the weekly time for new prisoners to be escorted in, Azkaban's gates would never be opened by anyone else.

If they were, it meant the arrivals definitely did not belong to the Ministry of Magic!

Countless prisoners hidden in the darkness watched the slowly opening gates warily, like owls in the night.

They wanted to see who was bold enough to break into Azkaban, and had even successfully gotten past the Dementors.

Soon, under the expectant gazes of the many prisoners, a thin figure in gray prison clothes appeared before them.

"Isn't that Boss Lester?"

The instant they saw the boy's face, many prisoners recognized him. Wasn't this Lester, the one who had stabbed them in the kidneys with a little knife and forced them to study the Analects?

Three figures followed close behind Lester. From their attire, it was not hard to tell that all three were Aurors responsible for guarding Azkaban!

"Could Boss Lester have been caught by the Aurors after escaping prison?!"

Remembering how all the Dementors in Azkaban Prison had hurried out earlier, many prisoners' expressions changed.

Escaping from Azkaban was no small matter. If the Dementors caught someone, they would lose their life on the spot!

Although Lester had always stabbed them in the kidneys with a little knife when he was around, he had also taught them quite a few lessons.

More importantly, Lester's arrival had brought a glimmer of hope into their muddled lives—a hope of living.

But now Lester had apparently been caught after escaping, and it even looked as if he was about to be publicly executed.

How could that not make the prisoners nervous?

Just as the hearts of countless prisoners rose to their throats, Lester stopped in the center of the prison, the only place illuminated by light.

Only then could the prisoners clearly see the boy in full. That was right—the youth in gray prison clothes was Lester.

However, his situation seemed somewhat different from what they had imagined.

Not only had he not been captured for escaping, he appeared to have subdued the Aurors responsible for overseeing Azkaban!

As a prisoner, Lester looked perfectly composed, inspecting everything in Azkaban as brazenly as a Ministry of Magic official visiting to conduct an inspection.

Meanwhile, the Aurors acting as prison guards appeared humble before Lester, obeying his every command.

At that moment, Lester, standing at the center of the prison, naturally noticed the other prisoners' gazes, but he offered no further explanation.

After all, while he was the uncrowned king of this prison, that did not mean he liked these criminals.

He was still a perfectly normal person with a very healthy mind.

"Cough, cough..." Lester calmly pulled out a microphone with practiced ease and tested the sound.

At this point, all the prisoners serving lighter sentences had also been drawn to Lester and turned to look at him, wanting to hear what he had to say.

As for Azkaban's serious offenders? Sorry, the Ministry of Magic had even made the prison walls soundproof to punish them.

Even if a concert were held next door, they would not hear a thing. Therefore, Lester was not worried at all that they would overhear his speech.

After looking around and seeing Azkaban's light offenders staring at him eagerly,

Lester finally began his speech.

"Right now, under the oppression of Pure-blood wizards, there is simply no room for us to survive in the Wizarding World."

Knowing well how to stir up conflict, Lester immediately gave all the prisoners present an enemy: the Pure-bloods of the Ministry of Magic.

The dark wizards imprisoned here were certainly either Muggle-born wizards with no backing or impoverished Pure-bloods from fallen households.

After all, if they had Lineage connections, they could probably have slipped a little money to the Ministry of Magic officials and cleared themselves of all charges. Why would they have been locked up here?

And who were the people who had sentenced them to Azkaban? Were they not those Pure-blood wizards in power at the Ministry of Magic?

Therefore, the many prisoners present, just like Lester, had a grudge against the Ministry of Magic's Pure-blood officials!

Sure enough, the moment Lester said this, it was like throwing a stone into still water, causing a huge reaction!

"Damn Pure-bloods!!!"

Many prisoners who deeply shared the sentiment immediately began cursing in agitation.

Lester did not stop the prisoners' fierce reaction. Instead, he gave a mysterious smile.

This was only the beginning. The more explosive remarks were yet to come!