"Turns out I have 2,000 points of fear, and adding the 800 points I just earned, that makes 2,800 points," Lester muttered, counting his gains on his fingers.
There were 10 cells in total in the lighter security section of Azkaban, and Lester had already conquered three of them with his charm.
Seven more cells remained, with prisoners waiting for their salvation.
Naturally, Lester couldn't favor one over the other when it came to the confused Azkaban prisoners.
He had to make sure every prisoner at Azkaban learned the ancient philosophy from the East.
After recruiting the eight wronged prisoners into his little Confucianism study group, Lester immediately went into stealth mode.
He rushed to the next cell without delay.
The process was the same as before: first, he used a small knife to give each prisoner a cut near their kidney.
Then, he would 'politely' persuade them to join his Confucianism study group.
In just half a day, thanks to Lester's hard work, all the lighter criminals at Azkaban now had a fresh wound on their waist, while the number of students in his Confucianism study group reached its highest point in history.
Including Lester, a total of 79 people had joined the study group.
He had successfully completed the goal of recruiting all the lighter criminals.
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Three days after Lester entered prison.
The sky over Azkaban was still as gloomy as usual, with Dementors wandering through every corner of the island.
The Aurors stationed on the outer edge of the island lay lazily on benches, chatting with their colleagues.
Thanks to the notorious reputation of the Dementors, the prisoners at Azkaban hadn't caused trouble in a long time.
Therefore, the Aurors, who were responsible for managing the island, had nothing to do and spent their days idly in the offices built by the Ministry of Magic.
They waited for their shift change, unaware that Azkaban had already taken on Lester's shape.
"The general can be replaced, but a man's will cannot be shaken."
All around the outer area of Azkaban, the lighter criminals, sporting deep dark circles under their eyes, were chanting the ancient verses that had already been engraved deep in their souls.
Since graduating from Hogwarts, they hadn't experienced this feeling in a long time.
The loud reading echoed throughout the entire prison. Even in the deepest cells of Azkaban, the sound of their chanting could still be heard.
"I ask you, if a person is unknown and yet remains unangered, is that not a gentleman?"
Inside a cell, Lester, holding a small knife, smiled as he looked at the scruffy old man in front of him, waiting for his answer.
The old man, startled by Lester's sudden question, nervously swallowed, and his decayed mind worked furiously, entering a brainstorming state.
After a long pause, the old man suddenly brightened and carefully said, "If someone doesn't know my name, and I'm not angry, then that's already very gentlemanly."
Lester: "."
Hearing the old man's ridiculous explanation, Lester expressionlessly raised the small knife in his hand.
He strongly suspected that this creepy old man was messing with him!
Seeing Lester suddenly raise the knife, the old man trembled in fear, his confused eyes full of puzzlement.
He thought his explanation was perfectly reasonable!
Looking at the old man's bewildered and helpless face, Lester hesitated for a moment before lowering the knife.
It wasn't because he pitied the old man, but because he suddenly remembered that he didn't want to help these prisoners truly reform.
He knew exactly how he ended up in Azkaban.
He had clearly been framed for offending the pure-blooded aristocracy.
So why should he help the Ministry of Magic?
He shouldn't just make these prisoners better; he should make them worse.
A thug is not scary; what's scary is when a thug is educated.
If he could teach these prisoners the ways of the underworld in prison, when they were released, they'd be educated thugs!
With a group of new-generation dark wizards who had faith, knowledge, and discipline, the Ministry of Magic would definitely be in trouble.
"Good!" Lester suddenly clapped his hands, startling the old man, who almost jumped up.
"You're quite the talent, old man!"
Despite the old man's disgusting crimes, his ideological awareness was very high.
Didn't he easily translate the true meaning of Confucianism?
"You'll be the class representative for the Confucianism study group from now on!" Lester waved his hand and gave the old man a position.
He wanted the old man to properly 'translate' the famous sayings from Confucianism, and then he'd pass them on to the other prisoners.
By the time these educated prisoners got out, the Ministry of Magic would be utterly confused!
"Really?" The old man froze for a moment, then immediately became ecstatic, eagerly accepting the role of class representative.
"Alright!" Lester said, highly satisfied. "Then I'll test you."
Upon hearing that Lester was going to test him, the old man immediately became serious.
Whether he would be promoted depended on how well he answered this question!
Lester thought for a moment and decided to start with something simple, fearing the old man wouldn't be able to answer.
"A gentleman does not take heavy-handed actions, or he will lose his dignity. What does this mean?"
Without hesitation, the old man immediately responded, "A gentleman must take strong actions, or he won't establish authority!"
Hearing such a ridiculous explanation, Lester nearly rolled his eyes.
But after thinking it through, this explanation wasn't entirely wrong, especially for these dark wizards!
Lester continued, "A gentleman loves wealth but takes it justly."
Perhaps encouraged by Lester's recognition, the old man became even more confident. The moment Lester finished asking, the old man immediately answered, "I like money, so I take your money. That's very reasonable!"
After answering, the old man nodded approvingly, clearly agreeing with the statement.
"The boss," the old man asked admiringly, "Who is the great Eastern philosopher who came up with these sayings? They're all profound truths! I, Leonardo, want to immediately become his disciple!"
Lester: "."
Faced with Leonardo's question, Lester was speechless for a while.
After some time, he finally said, "A great philosopher named Confucius proposed these ideas. He and his disciples came up with them."
"Confucius!" Hearing the name of the philosopher, the old man's pupils contracted.
No wonder he could come up with so many profound ideas; even his name was so impressive!
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