I'll Teach You How to Be Decent People Again

Watching the prisoners in the cell submit, Lester did not waste any words. In three swift moves, he climbed onto the top bunk.

From his elevated position, he looked down at the six trembling prisoners below.

If he had not known before that they could provide him with Fear Points, he would have gone over and stabbed them all, one by one.

But now, he needed to keep them alive.

The Fear Points these people generated would be an enormous help in improving his strength.

"You six, line up. Then tell me one by one what you did to end up in here."

The moment Lester settled onto the bed, he impatiently began giving orders to the six prisoners below.

He wanted to gain Fear Points by bullying these prisoners, but he absolutely could not bully them for no reason.

Although few people imprisoned in Azkaban were good people, if he was too brutal, he might provoke their defiance.

Even ancient armies needed a justified cause before going to war. If he wanted to punish them, he naturally needed an excuse as well.

Hearing Lester seated high on the top bunk order them to recount their crimes, the prisoners were stunned at first, unsure what he meant.

Usually, the reasons prisoners ended up in a cell could not be kept secret, so they had no idea what Lester was planning.

Thus, they quickly and obediently reported why they had been imprisoned.

Hou San went first. He had been caught stealing in Diagon Alley. His crime was relatively minor, so he had only been sentenced to three months.

If nothing unexpected happened, Hou San would be released next month.

The others were simpler. They had all maliciously used dark magic to harm Muggles.

Each of them had more or less several Muggle lives on their hands.

But to the officials of the Ministry of Magic, Muggle deaths were not worth mentioning.

In their eyes, Muggle lives were not lives at all.

That was why this group had only been imprisoned for around two years.

Only the lecherous old man who had left a deep impression on Lester had committed something truly disgusting.

He had actually used dark magic to rape thirteen Muggle boys!

It was not until two years ago that the Ministry of Magic discovered this demon's crimes and sent several Aurors to arrest him.

His case was the most vile, so he had received the longest sentence: a full five years.

He would probably find it difficult to leave Azkaban alive under the Dementors' watch.

After hearing the crimes of the six prisoners, Lester pondered for a moment.

First was Hou San, who had been imprisoned for stealing in Diagon Alley. His crime was the smallest, and his sins were not too grave. It was something Lester could accept.

As for the murderers who had killed Muggles for amusement with dark magic, Lester felt disgusted by them from the bottom of his heart and still placed them on his blacklist.

As for the lecherous old man who had raped children, Lester felt nauseated just looking at his sleazy expression.

"Looks like you'll be the first lucky one." Lester looked expressionlessly at the lecherous old man, who still did not realize disaster was about to strike. He had already come up with a way to deal with him.

It would definitely make that old bastard who raped children beg for death while being unable to die.

Having made up his mind, Lester immediately acted on it.

He slowly rose from the top bunk and looked down at the six prisoners below. "Since you chose me as the cell boss, that means you think highly of me."

"Since I'm your cell boss, I'll lead you through proper reform and make sure you become decent people again after getting out!"

Prisoners: "..."

Hearing Lester declare that he would lead them into becoming decent people again, the remaining six prisoners, including Hou San, all felt like their balls had been crushed.

Brother, you got yourself thrown into Azkaban at the age of ten, and you killed someone to establish your authority the moment you arrived.

And now you were saying you would lead everyone to become decent people again. Should they believe you or not?

"Alright." Lester did not say much as he looked at the unconvinced crowd below. He did not care what they thought anyway. All he wanted were Fear Points.

In truth, he did not even believe the nonsense he had just spouted.

"Alright. To teach you pieces of trash how to become decent people again, it seems I need to teach you some great principles."

Lester slowly spoke as he looked at the baffled prisoners.

Since these people were the worst of the worst, he naturally could not use ordinary methods if he wanted to guide them toward goodness.

Severe illnesses required strong medicine. Lester understood that much.

"Starting tomorrow, you'll study Eastern knowledge with me!"

The next day, clear recitations rang out through a quiet Azkaban cell.

Many prisoners in nearby cells heard the sound of reading, so out of place in their surroundings, and were utterly bewildered.

They felt as if they had returned to a Hogwarts classroom.

"To learn and regularly review what one has learned, is that not a pleasure? To have friends come from afar, is that not a joy? To remain unresentful when others do not understand you, is that not the mark of a gentleman?"

Great principles from the mysterious East echoed continuously through the cells and reached the ears of many prisoners.

Inside Lester's cell.

The six prisoners knelt obediently in a row. Before them stood Lester, holding a small knife as a pointer.

As they loudly recited ancient verses whose meaning they did not even understand, they watched Lester sharpen his knife with trembling fear.

[ Ding! Fear Points from prisoner Leonardo: +100 ]

[ Ding! Fear Points from prisoner Quentin: +100 ]

[...]

As Lester continued sharpening the knife, pleasant system notifications rang out in his mind from time to time.

Every notification usually meant that his Fear Points had increased by another hundred.

"You got it wrong." Suddenly, Lester paused while sharpening the knife, then drove it into the lecherous old man's thigh.

Damn it. He was kindly teaching him knowledge, yet this old man actually dared to lose focus!

"Ah!"

A pained groan echoed through the cell, making the other prisoners, who had been concentrating on reciting the Analects, shudder all over.

[ Ding! Fear Points from prisoner Leonardo: +100 ]

[ Ding! Fear Points from prisoner Quentin: +100 ]

[...]

"When reciting the Analects, you need to focus." Lester pulled the knife from the lecherous old man's thigh as he spoke with disappointed frustration. "You brat, how long have you been reciting before you started spacing out? You really are the worst batch of students I've ever taught!"

As Lester pulled out the small knife, a jet of blood instantly burst from the lecherous old man's thigh, bright red blood spraying nonstop.

Hou San, kneeling beside the lecherous old man, was immediately drenched in blood. Even so, he still did not dare stop reciting, afraid Lester would give him a stab too.