Chapter 3: Prison Turmoil

The dark, damp prison cell was occasionally swept by cold gusts of wind.

The sudden disappearance of Lester sent waves of fear through the inmates.

Anyone locked up in Azkaban wasn't an ordinary person—they were all seasoned figures in the wizarding world.

"You little brat, get out here now!" The towering, muscular man glared around the cell, scanning every corner, trying to spot any trace of Lester.

That kid could use the Disillusionment Charm without a wand, but he was bound to leave some kind of clue.

The floor of the damp cell was covered in dirt and sand.

Whether an adult or a child, stepping on it would leave noticeable footprints.

Thinking of this, the man grinned viciously, his gaze locked onto the ground, ready to strike at the slightest disturbance.

Unfortunately, no matter how long he waited, he couldn't find any sign of Lester.

Thanks to his advanced invisibility spell, Lester had vanished completely, as if he had ceased to exist in this prison.

Hidden from sight, Lester chuckled softly as he watched the muscular man search so intently.

His gaze roamed around the cell.

In a place like this, there had to be makeshift weapons crafted by the inmates.

If he could find one while remaining invisible, he could launch a deadly strike against these prisoners.

Lester carefully maneuvered toward the bunk beds, avoiding the other inmates.

The allocation of beds was clearly unfair—

The bottom bunk was a mess, littered with trash and reeking of a foul stench.

The top bunk, though far from clean, was significantly better.

If he had to guess, the top bunk belonged to the cell boss—the muscular man himself.

Thanks to his invisibility, Lester climbed up without making a sound and reached the man's bed.

Sliding his hand under the pillow, he searched carefully.

Soon, his fingers brushed against what he was looking for—

A sharp, stone-crafted knife.

Gripping the handle cautiously, he slowly pulled it out.

Like the Disillusionment Charm, anything he held became invisible too.

With the knife in hand, Lester wasn't worried about being discovered.

He relaxed, letting his legs dangle off the bunk, watching the muscular man struggle like a monkey in a cage.

Desperate, the man resorted to the simplest method—

Swinging his fists wildly in every direction, trying to land a hit on the invisible Lester.

His iron fists tore through the air, hammering the walls, beds, and even the foul-smelling toilet.

But he hit nothing.

Lester was nowhere to be found.

After countless punches, the man finally stopped, panting heavily.

He was strong, but not made of iron.

Even the toughest man would tire after such an intense outburst.

"Did that brat escape?" He gasped for breath, trying to figure out where Lester had gone.

Little did he know, Lester was lying comfortably on his bed, watching the whole show with amusement.

"It's time to strike."

Seeing the man exhausted, Lester's eyes flashed coldly as he tightened his grip on the knife.

He wasn't some saint.

If people left him alone, he wouldn't bother them.

But if someone crossed him, he'd make sure they paid the price.

Since he had been thrown into prison unjustly, he had already prepared himself to kill if necessary.

This wasn't a school where kindness was rewarded.

In prison, only the ruthless could survive.

"You picked the wrong target," Lester muttered, his pupils narrowing with murderous intent.

He leaped down from the bunk.

Thanks to his invisibility, he landed soundlessly.

Moving like an assassin from a movie, he crept toward the breathless man.

One step. Two steps. Three steps.

Silent as death, he positioned himself behind his target.

With a fierce expression, he gripped the knife tightly and lunged forward—

Plunging the blade deep into the man's side.

"Squelch!"

The sharp stone knife sliced through flesh, and blood sprayed from the wound.

"Argh!"

The man stifled a painful groan, his face turning a deep shade of red.

But instead of panic, his eyes gleamed with savage excitement.

This was exactly what he wanted.

By letting Lester stab him, he had set a trap.

As long as his blood splattered onto Lester, the brat would be exposed, no matter how well he could hide.

Then, with Lester's scrawny frame, he'd be completely at his mercy.

Blood gushed from the wound, pooling on the floor, while a spray of crimson shot toward Lester.

But Lester remained unfazed.

He had his advanced invisibility spell.

The blood wouldn't stick to him.

Just as expected—

The blood splattered right through Lester's invisible form, landing on the floor instead.

The muscular man froze.

The other inmates, witnessing this bizarre scene, were horrified.

Who wouldn't be?

One moment, the guy was standing there perfectly fine.

The next, he suddenly had a bleeding hole in his side—without anyone touching him.

And it all happened right before their eyes.

[Ding! Fear Value +100 from inmate Leonardo.]

[Ding! Fear Value +100 from inmate Quentin.]

…

In an instant, Lester saw seven notifications pop up—

A total of 700 Fear Points added to his system.

"Seriously? That easy?"

Lester was stunned.

He had thought gathering 1,000 Fear Points for a lottery spin would be difficult.

But all it took was one stab, and he was already at 700?

If he kept going…

Wouldn't he rack up points in no time?