Chapter 2: Master of Invisibility 【Dark Lord System】

[Host: Lester Baird]

[Magic Power: 10 (An adult wizard has 100)]

[Spells Mastered: None]

[Quests: None]

[Lottery Draws: 1 (1,000 Fear Points per draw)]

A glowing blue screen suddenly appeared in front of Lester Baird, its shimmering letters confirming his identity.

"A system!" Lester almost exclaimed in shock.

He had expected to take over this unfortunate body, endure a miserable prison sentence, and eventually be released to attend Hogwarts.

But he never imagined that he would awaken a system right away.

Lester was no stranger to systems.

As a die-hard web novel reader from the 21st century, he had seen countless protagonists rely on game-like cheat abilities. This situation was practically textbook.

With ease, Lester quickly figured out how the system worked—it was the same as in any other novel. Earn system points, use them for lottery draws, and gain abilities.

He glanced around cautiously at the Aurors and other prisoners. After confirming that no one else could see the system screen, he relaxed.

His eyes landed on the single lottery draw available. Without hesitation, Lester spoke, "System, start the draw!"

He knew most systems offered a starter gift, and this free lottery draw was likely his beginner reward.

[Ding! Congratulations! You have obtained the spell 'Master of Invisibility'!]

[Master of Invisibility: Grants the user perfect invisibility. Each use consumes 1 magic point.]

"Perfect invisibility?" Lester's eyes gleamed. This wasn't just a typical Disillusionment Charm or a half-baked invisibility spell—this was true invisibility.

No footprints. No sound. No body heat. No scent. No breathing noise.

Even if a beam of light shone directly where he stood, it would pass through him without casting a shadow.

This was the ultimate invisibility.

Lester stared at the system panel, then at the decayed prison walls around him.

A daring thought crossed his mind—could he escape Azkaban?

Of course, that was just a thought for now. He wasn't reckless. First, he needed to understand Azkaban's structure before making any plans.

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"Lester Baird, this is your cell. Behave yourself."

An Auror led Lester to an eight-man cell, gave him a cold warning, then gestured for him to step inside.

Through the iron bars, Lester could see seven prisoners staring at him.

One bald old man even flashed a disgusting grin, his lecherous gaze fixed on Lester's youthful face.

Under normal circumstances, any ten-year-old—especially one who had never been in prison—should have been trembling with fear.

But Lester? He wasn't afraid at all.

If anything, he was a little excited.

The Auror unlocked the door, and Lester strode inside, casually observing his new cellmates.

It was obvious—they were all criminals.

Not the absolute worst of the worst, or they'd be locked in Azkaban's deepest levels. But still, not exactly model citizens.

The cell itself was surprisingly large, likely expanded with magic.

On the left, four sets of bunk beds lined up neatly, each with white pillows and blankets.

On the right, a filthy, foul-smelling toilet stood in the corner, clearly untouched for years. The stench alone made Lester wrinkle his nose.

His cellmates kept staring at him like hungry wolves eyeing fresh prey.

Yeah, prison life was definitely going to be… interesting.

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The Auror had barely left when a muscular man stepped forward.

Towering at nearly eight feet tall, he loomed over Lester, his shadow swallowing the boy completely.

"I'm the boss of this cell," the man said coldly. "In Azkaban, you follow Azkaban's rules."

He glanced down at Lester's small frame, smirking.

"You're new, so you need some discipline. From now on, you won't be sleeping on a bed. That toilet corner looks like a perfect spot for you."

His tone was laced with mockery.

He had no idea what Lester had done to get locked up at such a young age, but it didn't matter.

Here, physical strength ruled.

Without a wand, magic was useless. And in terms of raw power, he was the king of this cell.

Lester glanced around.

The other prisoners were watching like spectators at a show.

Lester sighed. He really wanted to lay low, but his strength simply wouldn't allow it.

His lips moved silently. "Master of Invisibility."

The next second, Lester vanished.

Gone.

The massive prisoner's pupils shrank in shock.

"What the hell? Where'd he go?"

Disillusionment Charm?

Impossible.

That spell required skill, and this kid didn't even have a wand.

Meanwhile, Lester, now completely invisible, didn't attack immediately.

His body was still too weak—punching this brute wouldn't do much.

He needed a weapon.