Can You Keep It Down While Studying Next Door?

"1,600 Fear Points already." Lester had just stabbed the lecherous old man when he eagerly checked his status panel.

After discovering that he could draw another prize, Lester could not help but smile in satisfaction.

Before this, he had planned to find an opportunity to break out of prison, then properly enjoy the pleasures of magic and experience its wonders.

But now, watching Fear Points constantly roll in, Lester felt that staying here for a year was not entirely unacceptable!

"System, I want to draw a prize."

Ignoring the terrified crowd and the lecherous old man whose thigh was still spurting blood, Lester directly summoned the system and prepared to draw a prize.

His first draw had given him the God-tier Invisibility Technique, while the second had given him Super Viagra.

Lester thought both of these things were quite useful, though he had yet to find an occasion to use Super Viagra.

However, just from Super Viagra's description alone, Lester could tell that it was anything but ordinary.

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining the skill 'Wall-Piercing Technique']

[Wall-Piercing Technique: Allows the caster to pass through any wall without obstruction. The world is vast, yet nowhere will bar your path.]

"Wall-Piercing Technique?" Lester's eyes lit up as he looked at the glowing skill on the system panel.

This was exactly what he needed!

He was currently locked inside an Azkaban cell. If he wanted to harvest wool, he could only harvest it from the six people in this cell.

Though he earned quite a few Fear Points every day, there would come a day when the wool was all gone.

From Hou San, Lester had learned that Azkaban only received new prisoners every Wednesday.

In other words, until next Wednesday, there would only be these six prisoners in his cell.

Clearly, these six prisoners were nowhere near enough for him to torment!

Hadn't he already stabbed one to death on the very first day?

By that calculation, these six prisoners simply would not be enough for him!

But now that he had the Wall-Piercing Technique, that meant he could visit other cells!

Wouldn't that make every prisoner in Azkaban his sheep?

"Louder. I can't hear you."

Overjoyed, Lester expressed his delight by slapping a murderer across the face and ordering him to read louder.

They were all scum anyway. There was no reason not to hit them!

Beating him was merely helping the wronged souls he had murdered vent their anger!

The murderer who had been slapped for no reason wore a wronged expression. Outside, he had been someone everyone feared. If anyone merely met his eyes on the street, he would give them a thorough beating.

But now... after glancing at the lecherous old man whose thigh was still gushing blood, the murderer sensibly admitted defeat.

He immediately raised his voice several levels and began reading the Analects even more loudly.

"A scholar cannot be without broad-mindedness and resolute perseverance, for his burden is heavy and his road is long. Is it not heavy to take benevolence as one's own duty? Is it not long to persist until death?"

The clear sound of reading once again echoed through the lifeless prison.

Suddenly, after the six-man Analects group in Lester's cell raised their voices a little higher—

Several shrill curses rang out from the cell next to Lester's.

"You dogs next door, can't you keep it down?"

"Yeah, keep it down! Did your mothers die? Are you chanting scriptures to send them off?"

"You're already in Azkaban, and you're still thinking about becoming better people? Can't you shut up?"

Clearly, the prisoners in the neighboring cell were deeply dissatisfied with the six prisoners who kept reciting the Analects.

Naturally, no one locked in here was a good person.

Now, the prisoners next door had apparently gone insane, muttering this kind of positive nonsense all day long. How were they supposed to stand it?

And if you wanted to recite it, fine, recite it. But couldn't you do it once in a while? You've been freaking reciting since yesterday until now. Wasn't that going too far?

You might not need sleep, but we do!

Listening to the occasional moral lesson drifting over from the neighboring cell, the other prisoners could not even sleep. Their whole bodies felt as though they were being roasted over a fire. They practically wanted to die.

What they did not know was that while the listeners were falling apart, those doing the reciting were even more miserable!

Ever since Lester had become the cell boss, these six prisoners had been following him in reciting the Analects until now.

At first, Lester had led them through it, but after they had repeated it a few times, he made them recite on their own.

How could they, who had only just learned the Analects, possibly know how to recite it properly...? The result was that every mistake earned them a stab in the thigh.

At Hogwarts, professors would at most give them a small punishment when they made mistakes. But Lester actually stabbed people!

Hadn't they seen that old Quentin, who was a little slow-witted, no longer had a single uninjured spot on his body?

These six prisoners had not closed their eyes for an entire day!

Hearing the curses directed at him from next door, Lester's little face immediately fell.

The six prisoners who had been secretly watching Lester's expression were frightened out of their wits.

They silently began praying for the prisoners next door.

They knew Lester could turn invisible and avoid the Dementors' line of sight. For Lester, slipping into another cell was simply too easy.

"Stop, all of you." Lester's small face darkened as he ordered the people still reciting loudly to stop.

As their reading ceased, the curses from the neighboring cell gradually died down as well.

Once Azkaban had fallen silent again—

Lester turned around and coldly asked the prisoners next door, "What did you mean by that just now?"

Lester felt incredibly wronged. He had kindly been helping the other prisoners turn over a new leaf, yet not only had he failed to gain their understanding—

He even had to endure their insults. It was far too unfair.

"Pfft!"

Hearing Lester's childish voice, still carrying a trace of babyishness, the prisoners next door all burst out laughing.

They knew this little brat seemed to have some ability. On his first day in Azkaban, he had subdued every prisoner in his cell.

But so what? Could he pass through the heavy iron door and come beat them up?

Secure in their belief that nothing could happen to them, the prisoners became even more brazen and cursed Lester through the wall.

They vented every grievance they had suffered in prison, with filthy insults pouring out one after another.

Listening to the curses from next door, Lester's face darkened, and his body gradually vanished from the cell.

"God-tier Invisibility Technique, activate!"

Inside the cell, the remaining six prisoners watched Lester disappear before their eyes and understood.

Someone was probably going to lose their life again today!

With Lester's petty personality, the burly man had only provoked him a little and had been stabbed three times, his soul even sucked away by a Dementor.

Now that the people next door had cursed Lester like this, they would probably struggle to survive the day.