Harry Potter: Demon Monarch

Chapter -19.

Hearing Lester's unreasonable explanation, Arlis opened his mouth to refute but hesitated for a moment before choosing to remain silent.

After all, he was the dog who had to take another beating, and seeing Lester's demeanor, it was clear he was looking for an excuse to torment him. Even if he spoke eloquently now, Lester probably wouldn't believe him and would instead stab him.

Seeing Arlis's rare silence, Lester's eyes flashed with surprise. He had been waiting for Arlis to refute him so he could give him a good stab. But now, seeing Arlis with a resigned expression, Lester suddenly didn't know what to do.

"Why the hell aren't you talking?"

Suddenly, Lester had an idea and said viciously, "Do you look down on me, Lester?"

After saying that, he slapped Arlis hard across his flabby face.

[ Ding! Fear value from Arlis +1000 ]

Feeling the intense pain constantly coming from his face, Arlis was completely broken down.

"I talk, you say I'm stubborn; I don't talk, you say I look down on you. If you want to hit me, just say it directly, why make so many excuses?"

Helpless, Arlis had no choice but to close his eyes in grievance.

Out of sight, out of mind; if he didn't look at Lester, that little brat would surely feel embarrassed to hit him, right?

"Slap!"

As soon as Arlis closed his eyes and had thought that he had come up with a great idea, Lester's big hand immediately followed.

"Don't want to look at me? So you want to look down on me this way now?"

[Ding! Fear value from Arlis +1000]

Reluctantly, Arlis opened his eyes to look at Lester, and the result...

"Slap!"

"You little punk dare to glare at me, have you rebelled against your boss?"

[Ding! Fear value from Arlis +1000]

[Ding! Fear value from Arlis +1000]

[Ding! Fear value from Arlis +1000]

Poor Arlis realized at this moment that Lester had no intention of letting him go!

He thought he hadn't done anything to Lester! He just wanted to hint at him; didn't he fail at assassination?

Was it really necessary to be so petty and keep tormenting him?

"Still keeping silence, take this!"

Arlis: "."

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Time flew by quickly, and it had been a week since Lester was falsely accused and imprisoned in Azkaban.

The newly arrived wizard assassin, Arlis, gradually accepted his fate of being beaten.

At first, he had a bit of a rebellious plan, but... later he gave up.

Because Lester and his gang were really beating him!

In just a week, Arlis had fallen into a near-death state seven or eight times, each time relying on Lester to force-feed him life potions drawn from the system to barely save his life.

At the same time, the inferior life potion also showed its effectiveness.

Now Arlis was like a vegetable, with nearly all his bodily functions almost gone.

Every day he could only lie in the toilet position, suffering ruthless abuse from other prisoners.

Pitiful?

He was a killer, with countless lives on his hands; if he was pitiful, weren't those he killed even more pitiful?

Besides, he actually dared to enter Azkaban to assassinate the crownless king within Azkaban, wasn't that making enemies with all the prisoners there?

"System, I want to draw a lottery, give me a 100,000 points draw!"

In the cell he first entered, Lester lay comfortably on the bed, in front of him was a cool system panel.

On the system panel, a series of zeros looked incredibly dazzling.

Thanks to the help of the big fat sheep Arlis, Lester had collected 500,000 fear points in just a week.

Naturally, his system also received some upgrades.

He unlocked the options for 100,000 draws and 500,000 draws.

A 500,000 draw would definitely yield good items, but he could only draw once.

The 100,000 fear point draw, although the items in the pool were a bit worse than the 500,000 draw, were still incredibly powerful!

Didn't he see that even a 50,000 fear point draw could get that terrifying spell "knotting Curse"?

If he doubled the fear points and directly drew 100,000, he might get quite a few good items.

"System, draw me something good."

Although he knew the system couldn't hear his words, Lester still reminded the system.

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining the Boggart species skill 'Transformation']

"Boggart?" Upon hearing this name, Lester instinctively froze for a moment, as it seemed to be the name of a dark creature in the magical world.

Although he had been stuck in Azkaban since his reincarnation, without a chance to go out, he had watched Harry Potter in his previous life, and if he remembered correctly, wasn't a Boggart that dark creature that could transform into others fear?

To test his thoughts, Lester immediately quietly experimented on the bed.

Silently imagining the face of Scar, Lester felt a tremor throughout his body, then a strange sensation spread all over him.

"System, I want to take out the mirror." Lester immediately took out the mirror from the system and began to examine himself in it.

As for where Lester got the mirror in this godforsaken place called Azkaban, he won it in a lottery from the system.

To keep the life of the pathetic guy alive, Lester used to do a ten-draw every day, spending 1000 fear points to obtain life potions.

And this exquisite mirror in his hand was the product of his daily lottery draws.

"Wow, it's really identical."

Looking at his reflection in the mirror, which looked exactly like the pathetic guy, Lester was completely stunned.

He pulled at the skin on his face, feeling the real sensation in his hand, and Lester thought this transformation spell was genuinely impressive.

He had previously been worried about how to cause a ruckus in Azkaban without getting caught, but now all his problems were solved.

With this powerful transformation spell, couldn't he just disguise himself as the pathetic guy?

Since it was the pathetic guy who initiated this, who could blame Lester for it?

He was just a poor, helpless 10-year-old boy.

"System, let me draw again."

Excited, Lester decided to go all in and draw once more.

As long as he could get a powerful attack spell this time, he would take his brothers to the Ministry of Magic to wreak havoc the next day, not giving the Ministry any leeway.

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for drawing the spell 'Protego Diabolica']

Lester: "."

Isn't this the spell Grindelwald used to destroy many of the non magique families in Paris?

Looking at the two shining characters on the system panel, Lester knew that his miserable prison life was finally coming to an end.

He could become invisible, create fire, and even cause someone else's "little brother" to get tangled.

So powerful, how could others compete?!

Although his magic power was a bit low, but wasn't he still just a kid?

Once he grew up, he would directly inherit the title of the third generation Dark Lord!

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Tl/N : Reading this? Throw some powerstones then..