Harry Potter: Demon Monarch

Chapter -6.

Once the Dementor finished devouring the soul of the strong man and departed, Lester glanced around the cell at the frightened and trembling prisoners, sensing that the moment had come to make himself known.

As Lester's skilled invisibility spell wore off, his small form gradually became visible to everyone.

Though his gray prison uniform was pristine, the stone knife he clutched was stained with blood.

"From now on, I'm in charge here," Lester announced coolly, surveying the prisoners around him. "Who's with me, and who isn't?"

After his question, the cell fell into an eerie silence.

Given the fate of the strong man as a stark warning, who would dare defy him?

Under Lester's steely gaze, the remaining prisoners quickly nodded, eager to show their support for Lester's claim to leadership.

They were all highly motivated, dreading that any wrong move might lead to Lester remembering it and retaliating without mercy.

Hadn't they just seen the strong man, who had challenged Lester, lying motionless on the bed?

This made it clear that Lester was not just ruthless; he could also be quite vindictive.

Seeing that the other prisoners had acknowledged him as their boss, Lester felt a sense of satisfaction.

He wasn't a mindless killer; he had dealt with the strong man purely because he was scum and needed to assert his authority upon entering the prison.

The strong man had merely been at the wrong place at the wrong time.

"You two," Lester said, stepping into his new role, and casually pointed at two prisoners, "Get rid of his body."

Lester didn't want to sleep beside a corpse, so the strong man's body needed to be as far away from him as possible.

When the two prisoners realized they were being called upon, they initially trembled with fear.

Once they understood that all they had to do was move the body, they all sighed in relief.

Swiftly, they stood up and obediently lugged the bloodstained body of the strong man over to the toilet.

It was just moving a corpse, right? Not many people here were saints if they ended up in Azkaban.

They had seen their share of dead bodies.

As long as Lester didn't turn on them, they were willing to comply, even if it involved moving a body or worse.

Ignoring the nauseating scene of the duo, Lester concentrated solely on his system panel.

He hadn't had a chance to check it earlier with the strong man causing chaos, but now that the situation had calmed, he was ready to draw a lottery.

Lester recalled that he had accumulated 1400 fear points.

While it wasn't a massive amount, it was sufficient for one draw.

"System," Lester silently called out in his mind, "I'd like to draw a lottery."

With the draw opportunity at hand, he had no intention of saving his fear points.

After all, the points were not renewable, and who knew? Using them now could yield something helpful for his escape plan.

Lester did not want to linger in this miserable place for a whole year, especially being wrongfully imprisoned.

[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have obtained the item "Super Strong Viagra" - one bottle.]

"Super Strong Viagra?" Lester, who had been filled with anticipation, suddenly sulked at the sight of those four words.

The other prisoners, who had been secretly watching Lester's reactions, were startled, worried he might go off the deep end and start stabbing people.

Luckily, Lester's expression only faltered for a moment before he regained his composure.

[Super Strong Viagra: Enjoy epic nights with new partners and endless pleasures! (Even 80-year-olds rave about it!)]

"What the heck," Lester muttered, his face clouding over as he read the description of the Super Strong Viagra.

He was only 10 years old; he was still a kid! Why in the world were they giving him a bottle of this stuff?

Besides, there were only men in this cell; could it be…

Shuddering at the thought, Lester instinctively recoiled.

This was just too horrifying to even contemplate.

"Everyone, turn your heads away!"

Lester urged the group of prisoners who were intently watching him.

He couldn't very well pull out the Super Viagra under their watchful eyes since the system was his biggest secret.

So, he chose to have them look away, which felt like the safest course of action.

"Don't look back!"

Though the prisoners were confused, they dared not resist Lester's orders.

They all turned their backs and faced the wall, keeping their eyes averted.

Seeing that they obeyed, Lester finally pulled out the Super Viagra.

It was housed in a small bottle with a fancy cap, adorned with images of various women in alluring outfits.

Carefully popping open the bottle, a puff of white smoke escaped, revealing five small white pills to Lester's eyes.

"This is Super Viagra?" He puzzled over the white pills that resembled ordinary Viagra from his past life.

They didn't seem particularly remarkable!

Of course, since the system produced them, there had to be something extraordinary about them, so Lester carefully tucked the Super Viagra back away.

"All right," he said as he stashed the Super Viagra into the pocket of his prison uniform, signaling the remaining prisoners to turn back around.

However, even without his prompt, the remaining six prisoners remained frozen where they were, too nervous to move.

They feared that even an inadvertent action might provoke Lester and lead to painful consequences; who would they turn to for help then?

"What's your name?" Lester slowly walked around the group, sizing them up until he stopped in front of a sharp-faced man.

The sharp-faced man looked surprised when Lester asked, then quickly replied, "My name is..."

Before he could finish, Lester interrupted him, declaring, "I don't care what you were called before; from now on, you'll be known as Lackie."

The interrupted man, Lackie, felt a twinge of annoyance—Lester had asked for his name, and just as he was about to say it, he got cut off.

Why not just tell him directly if he wanted to name him? Why dance around the subject?

However, Lackie could only grumble silently to himself; if Lester caught wind of his discontent, it would certainly end badly for him.

TL/N : Reading this? add to library, and throw some power stones!!