Outside the stadium, Theodore, disguised as Lupin, finally arrived late, with over a hundred young wizards following behind him.
Their faces were innocent as they gazed curiously at the magnificent Violet Stadium.
"Professor, aren't we going in to watch the match?"
"Yeah, I really want to see how the Chief makes short work of those weaklings."
"I'm definitely going to ask the Chief for an autograph later and mail it to my sister. She's a die-hard fan of his, just like me."
Standing at the head of the group, Theodore spoke gently to the young wizards.
"We're late, and the ticket inspector has already slipped inside to watch the match.
"But there's no need to worry. A recording of the match will be released later, and the Legendary Arena Tournament coming up is where the Chief will truly shine. For now, let's meditate and pray once more."
This meditation and prayer was a method Theodore had taught these abducted young wizards to help them regain their happiness and confidence.
More precisely, it was a sophisticated form of hypnosis!
The young wizards obediently sat down where they stood, pressed their palms together, and closed their eyes. They began murmuring softly, their faces filled with contentment and conviction.
Almost all their prayers expressed their worship of Shawn, who had brought them peace and prosperity.
Theodore watched the young wizards with a complicated expression.
If he had a choice, he would not have wanted to exploit these already pitiful children.
But he had no time to slowly build a more mature congregation whose loyalty to Shawn came entirely from the heart.
As always, all the glory belonged to the Chief, while all the filth would stain him alone!
For the Chief, he needed no moral boundaries. He was willing to fall into hell