Azure Dragon Study Group

"Why did you have to provoke me?" Lester shook his head helplessly.

He had only wanted to survive quietly for a year in this hellhole called Azkaban, while picking up a few Fear Points to strengthen himself.

He had not expected that even with such a small request, people would come looking for trouble.

Slowly walking up to the wall separating the two cells, Lester pressed his hand tightly against it.

He silently recited in his heart, "Wall-Piercing Technique."

After using the Wall-Piercing Technique, Lester felt his entire body grow lighter.

His right hand, which had been resting against the wall, actually passed straight through it.

Seeing how effective the Wall-Piercing Technique was, Lester immediately stepped his entire body into the wall and entered the neighboring cell.

At this moment, the prisoners in the neighboring cell had yet to realize danger was approaching. They were still shouting curses at Lester at the top of their lungs.

Every one of their arrogant expressions looked utterly punchable.

While invisible, Lester watched the prisoners curse until their faces were red and their necks thick, a cold glint flashing through his eyes.

Clutching the stone knife, he walked over to the prisoner who had been cursing the loudest.

Raising the sharp knife high, Lester drove it viciously into the man's kidney.

Having stabbed the burly man several times before, Lester had already gained plenty of experience in stabbing people.

The knife slipped into the prisoner's body with ease, leaving a bloody hole in him.

"Ah!"

The prisoner, who had been cursing with complete focus, suddenly froze. Intense pain kept surging from his waist.

The sound of the knife entering flesh made his entire body shudder instinctively.

He lowered his head blankly and saw a bloody hole had inexplicably appeared at his waist.

Blood gushed wildly from it like a fountain.

At once, all the prisoners in the cell descended into chaos at the bizarre sight.

As the saying went, no one locked in Azkaban was ordinary.

They had all seen the world.

Logically speaking, what had they not seen before?

Forget someone getting stabbed once—even if someone were killed by the Killing Curse, they would not find it strange.

But this stabbing was far too bizarre, wasn't it?

A man had been cursing, and while he cursed, a bloody hole suddenly appeared in his body. That was far too terrifying!

While the remaining prisoners in the cell were panicking, Lester was not idle in the slightest.

Holding the knife, he went up to each of the remaining prisoners and stabbed them once in the kidney.

Ruthless and vicious, without the slightest hesitation.

It was chilling beyond measure.

Accompanied by seven low cries of pain, every prisoner in the cell collapsed to the ground in agony, clutching their kidneys tightly with both hands.

They stared in terror at the empty cell.

[ Ding! Fear Points from prisoner Leonardo +100 ]

[ Ding! Fear Points from prisoner Quentin +100 ]

[ ... ]

At this moment, in the original cell, the remaining six cellmates immediately realized what had happened when they heard the eight muffled screams next door.

Thinking of Lester's ruthless methods, the six prisoners still kneeling instinctively grew afraid.

At the same time, it was not only the original six prisoners who were afraid. The prisoners next door were the ones truly terrified.

They had been having a grand time cursing, only for their kidneys to get stabbed out of nowhere. Who would not be scared by that?

At once, the frightened prisoners contributed another scattered 800 Fear Points to Lester.

"Two thousand Fear Points." Listening to the system notifications constantly ring through his mind, Lester's eyes lit up.

He had not expected that merely stabbing eight more people would earn him 1,600 Fear Points.

If he carried his stone knife around and stabbed every prisoner in Azkaban once, would he not strike it rich?

And this was not even a one-time deal. As long as he stabbed these prisoners,

he could make them join his Reform Class.

Then, whenever they made mistakes, he could punish them again and gain a large amount of Fear Points.

Thinking of this, Lester could not help laughing aloud.

He had not expected being thrown into Azkaban to be not a bad thing at all, but instead like being placed inside a huge gold mine!

Outside, where could he find so many scumbags for him to bully?

No sooner said than done. After seeing that the eight burly men had all successfully stopped their bleeding, Lester slowly dispelled his invisibility and revealed himself.

Seeing Lester suddenly appear out of thin air in the cell, the eight prisoners with severely injured kidneys were first shocked, then filled with endless terror.

Although they were very curious about how Lester could turn invisible in Azkaban and silently enter their cell,

the situation clearly did not allow them to think about that, because Lester, still holding a dripping knife, was smiling at them.

The prisoners: "..."

Lester looked at the wounds of these prisoners, which had already stopped bleeding, and nodded in satisfaction.

As expected of wizards involved in the Wizarding World's underworld. They stopped bleeding quickly.

If this were the Muggle World, getting stabbed in the kidney could probably kill someone outright.

"Ahem..." After coughing loudly to draw the attention of every prisoner in the cell, Lester slowly said, "I would like to invite you to join my Analects Study Class. What do you all think?"

After saying that, Lester stared at the prisoners in the cell with murderous intent, hoping one troublemaker would step forward so he could establish his authority.

Unfortunately, none of those who could make a living in the Wizarding World's underworld were fools.

Faced with Lester's invitation, no matter how unwilling they were inside, the prisoners still put on expressions of overwhelming gratitude and said they definitely wanted to join this Analects Study Class.

Although they did not even know what the Analects were, that did not affect their yearning to study them.

"Very good!" Seeing how tactful the prisoners in this cell were, Lester nodded in satisfaction.

The number of people in his Analects Study Class had expanded again, growing to a full fourteen people.

"Who was the cell boss of your cell before?"

The prisoners: "..."

After a round of shoving, a man with a scar on his face was pushed out, looking deeply unwilling.

Better a fellow daoist die than me. This brat wanted the former cell boss—there could not possibly be anything good about that!

Scarface, who had been pushed out, was also furious. During all his years as cell boss, he had always treated these prisoners like brothers. Yet the moment something happened, they had all sold him out.

Trembling as he looked at the expressionless Lester, Scarface shook in fear.

To his surprise, Lester grinned at Scarface and ordered, "Good."

"From now on, you are the leader of the Azure Dragon Study Group of the Analects Study Class!"

"Analects Study Class? Azure Dragon Study Group?"

While the prisoners were utterly confused, Lester slowly explained, "From now on, you will be responsible for watching them recite the Analects aloud. If you find anyone reciting something wrong or slacking off, stab him once."

"I trust that, as the cell boss, you must have your own weapon, right?"

The prisoners: "..."