Chapter 9: The Azure Dragon Study Group

"Why do you all insist on messing with me?" Lester sighed helplessly.

He just wanted to survive quietly in this hellhole called Azkaban for a year, collecting a bit of fear to strengthen himself.

But even that small wish seemed too much to ask.

Slowly walking to the wall that separated the two cells, Lester pressed his hand firmly against it.

He muttered in his heart, "Phase Through."

The moment he activated the spell, his entire body felt lighter. His right hand, which had been resting against the wall, suddenly slipped through as if the wall didn't exist.

Seeing how effective the spell was, Lester immediately stepped forward, phasing completely through the wall into the neighboring cell.

Inside, the prisoners were still cursing at him, oblivious to the danger approaching. Their arrogant expressions practically begged for a beating.

Hidden under his invisibility spell, Lester watched them, his eyes flashing coldly.

Gripping his stone dagger tightly, he stepped up to the loudest one.

Without hesitation, he raised the sharp blade high and stabbed it straight into the prisoner's kidney.

After stabbing the burly inmate several times earlier, Lester had already gotten used to this.

The knife slid in easily, carving a deep wound into the prisoner's body.

"Ahhh!"

The prisoner, who had been yelling the loudest, suddenly froze. A wave of excruciating pain radiated from his waist.

The sickening sound of the knife piercing flesh sent a shiver down his spine.

He looked down in shock. A deep, bloody hole had appeared in his waist, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

Panic erupted in the cell.

Everyone here was a hardened criminal, locked up in Azkaban for a reason. They had seen their fair share of death.

But this? This was different.

No one saw the attacker. No one saw a spell being cast. One moment, their cellmate was cursing, and the next, he had a knife wound.

It was terrifying.

While the prisoners reeled in fear, Lester didn't waste any time.

Still invisible, he moved through the cell, stabbing each one in the kidneys with ruthless efficiency.

He struck without hesitation, each attack swift and precise.

Seven low, agonized screams echoed through the cell. The prisoners collapsed, clutching their wounds, their faces twisted in horror.

Ding! Fear Points +100 from prisoner Leonardo.

Ding! Fear Points +100 from prisoner Quentin.

Ding! ...

Back in the first cell, the six remaining inmates heard the screams from next door and immediately understood what was happening.

Recalling Lester's brutal methods, they trembled in fear, still kneeling on the ground.

But the ones truly terrified were the prisoners in the second cell.

One moment, they were taunting someone, the next, they were bleeding out. Who wouldn't be scared?

Terror spread through the prisoners like wildfire, and soon, Lester had gained an additional 800 Fear Points.

"2,000 Fear Points already?" Lester's eyes lit up at the system notification.

He hadn't expected that stabbing just eight people would earn him 1,600 points.

If he went around stabbing every inmate in Azkaban, wouldn't he hit the jackpot?

And it wouldn't be a one-time deal either.

Once he stabbed them, he could force them to join his Rehabilitation Class.

If they disobeyed, he'd punish them again and collect more Fear Points.

Thinking about it, Lester couldn't help but laugh.

Getting sent to Azkaban wasn't a punishment—it was like being locked in a gold mine!

Where else could he find so many scumbags to torment?

Deciding to put his plan into action, Lester waited until the prisoners stopped bleeding before deactivating his invisibility and revealing himself.

When he suddenly appeared in the middle of the cell, the eight wounded prisoners froze.

Their fear deepened.

They wanted to understand how Lester had managed to turn invisible and sneak into their cell.

But they didn't have time to think.

Because right in front of them stood Lester, still holding his bloodstained dagger, smiling at them.

The prisoners: "..."

Lester examined their wounds and nodded in satisfaction.

Impressive. Wizards from the magical underworld really did have fast healing abilities.

If this were the Muggle world, getting stabbed in the kidney would've been a death sentence.

He cleared his throat loudly, drawing everyone's attention.

Then, he spoke slowly: "I'd like to invite you all to join my Rehabilitation Class. What do you think?"

His tone was casual, but his eyes carried a chilling threat.

He was waiting for someone to resist so he could make an example out of them.

Unfortunately, no one here was stupid.

These were criminals who had survived the harshest environments.

Even if they hated Lester, they knew they had no choice.

So, with forced smiles, they nodded enthusiastically, pretending to be overjoyed.

Even though they had no idea what Rehabilitation Class meant, they acted like they had been longing for this opportunity their entire lives.

"Good."

Seeing their cooperation, Lester nodded in satisfaction.

His Rehabilitation Class had just expanded to fourteen members.

"Who was the boss of this cell before?"

The prisoners exchanged glances.

Then, after some shoving, a scar-faced man was reluctantly pushed forward.

He looked furious.

He had treated these men like brothers for years, and now, the moment things went south, they sold him out without hesitation.

Standing in front of Lester, the scar-faced man trembled.

But instead of attacking, Lester grinned and said, "Great."

"From now on, you'll be the leader of the Azure Dragon Study Group."

"...Azure Dragon Study Group?"

The prisoners were confused.

Lester patiently explained, "Your job is to make sure they recite the Analects loudly every day. If anyone messes up or slacks off, you stab them."

"You should have your own weapon, right?"

The prisoners: "..."

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