From Azkaban to Hogwarts.

"Wait, don't panic, look for something!"

After a quick search, the truth came to light.

All the Gallon that everyone had hoarded disappeared, while the more valuable items in the prison, such as chocolate, remained—in the event of a prison break, these energy-boosting foods would certainly not have been left behind.

The answer is obvious—the kid got out of prison and took some start-up capital with him.

Chapter Three: You absolutely refuse to do anything involving people!

One can imagine that the one who left probably already knew he would be released today. But he suppressed his excitement and didn't tell anyone.

The magical world isn't too big or too small; if that guy deliberately avoids it, it'll probably be difficult to see him again.

William's own losses were not significant, only about a dozen Galleons, but the rest of the people lost nearly three hundred Galleons in total.

Although the purchasing power of this stuff is limited in prison, it is still a form of hard currency. People are usually too lazy to hide it properly, but who would have thought that today the guy who was released from prison would take it all?

The group sat down angrily, their good mood, built up over a day of exercise, vanished—just as everyone was feeling stifled and silent, a cacophony of footsteps sounded outside the cell.

As the cell door opened, a short, stout man with a stubble beard and wearing a tattered coat was pushed in by the thugs.

"New neighbors!"

The batter spoke to William and his men in a cheerful tone, as if he were announcing some good news.

The prison doors were slammed shut, and the people who had been sitting on their beds stood up, their faces instantly free of sorrow.

While not entirely accurate, if it's said that half the people in this prison are scum, then there must be some who slipped through the net.

Nine Fingers was at the forefront, taking the lead – the jailer had just promised him a change of bed yesterday, and he was the most enthusiastic at the moment.

"A newbie? What did they do wrong?"

"I helped the Ministry of Magic transport some cheap cauldrons." The newcomer obediently squatted down, offering no resistance.

The crowd chuckled softly, and the big guy even whistled at William.

"Little William, your colleague!"

William responded with the middle finger.

"No! I know you, Mundungus Fletcher!"

Nine Fingers let out a vicious roar: "It was you! You almost got your leg broken last time you overstepped your bounds!"

"Ok?"

The big guy tilted his head, his originally kind eyes turning cold. He had lost the most Galon today, and right now, he hated liars the most.

Soon, the rag used to wipe the toilet was stuffed into the mouth of the newcomer named Monton.

"Clench your teeth tight. If you make even the slightest sound, you'll be spending the night with your head in the toilet!"

As Nine Fingers stuffed the rag inside, he whispered a warning in the new bride's ear.

What followed was a half-hour-long exchange of blows and kicks, with one person getting tired and then the other taking their place.

When it was the third round of beatings, Monton, who had been obediently taking the beatings with his head in his hands, scrambled to his feet and rushed towards William—while being beaten, he had figured out who in the cell had the final say and decided to gamble on the boy's kindness.

William thought the other party had been badly beaten and was about to find someone who could beat him to establish his authority. Just as he was about to dodge and grab his weapon, the other party stopped far away and started kowtowing frantically.

This made him hesitate—he hadn't been in this world for very long, and after telling a few stories and some dirty jokes, he was accepted by the group and became someone who just coasted through his time in prison. He hadn't gone through the process of establishing his authority, and he felt a little uneasy seeing others like this.

As he hesitated, a sound came to his mind.

"The seventh magical creature has recognized you; treasure chest drawing in progress."

A floating transparent frame unfolded before William's eyes, and a wooden box with an iron lock was opened, revealing three pale white transparent cards—all depicting the guy in front of him.

[Munton (R) deserts his team during the transfer of Harry Potter, causing the plan to go terribly wrong.]

Skill Escape: Destroy this card to activate a guaranteed uninterruptible Apparition.

[Thief Monton (R): After his teammate's death, Monton broke into his home and stole his teammate's belongings.]

With the help of the Skill Thief; destroying this card will likely destroy the mechanism in front of you, the success rate depending on the complexity of the mechanism.

[Monton (R) - Absconding: During a mission, Monton abandoned his mission objective while purchasing smuggled goods and was involved in a serious accident.]

Distraction Skill: Destroy this card to remind the target of something important, likely causing them to abandon their current task. Success rate depends on the target's strength.

Looking at the three cards in front of him, William subconsciously chose the escape option, which had no chance of failure, before realizing something was wrong.

Why did a system suddenly appear out of nowhere?

He was already overjoyed to be able to acquire magic that he had only dared to imagine. He even considered spending a year in Azkaban as a necessary price to pay. He was preparing to use this time to practice magic properly and then take a good look at this magical world after he was released from prison. How did he suddenly die?

Well, I've already transmigrated, so getting a system isn't unacceptable. I'm already here.

Ignoring the system, William looked back at the guy in front of him.

Two short, bowed legs, a head of long, messy ginger-yellow hair, and a pair of swollen, bloodshot eyes staring pleadingly at William, trying to get rescue from him. He looked pitiful. A minute ago, William would most likely have advised the other people in the cell to just teach him a lesson and be done with it.

William certainly wouldn't care if someone slept next to the toilet—Nine Fingers was waiting eagerly.

But now, putting everything else aside, just based on the three cards William drew, he only had one thought about the guy in front of him.

'Why does this guy never do anything that involves people?'

Deserting in the face of battle, stealing from the home of a dead teammate, abandoning one's post without permission—even William would have to avoid such people on a rainy day. What if a lightning bolt strikes and misses?

After a pause, William spoke.

A glimmer of hope appeared in Monton's eyes, and the others looked over as well, especially Nine Fingers, who was afraid that William might soften his heart and he would lose his bed.

"Alright, that's enough of a beating." William smiled at his fellow inmate.

A look of gratitude appeared in Monton's eyes.

"We should always give people a chance to make amends. It's pointless to keep hitting them. Even though he tried to lie to us, he didn't succeed, did he?"

The jailer raised an eyebrow, feeling he couldn't let William continue. However, William changed the subject: "There's an event called Confession among the Muggles. Nine Fingers, you play the Muggle priest and have him repent properly. Try to get him to confess all the things he considers sinful. About three hundred should be enough."

Three hundred pieces?

Everyone burst into laughter instantly—this is something that even if you included the cow dung they fried when they were kids, you still wouldn't have enough to go around!

Nine Fingers was also enthusiastic, pretending to stand over and say, "Hurry up and tell us. We will forgive you, but you have to sincerely repent. If you don't say anything, it means you are still planning to lie to us. Don't blame us for not giving you a chance to repent!"

A few bored people followed and gathered around, saying they were going to help with the counting.

For a moment, the entire cell was filled with laughter and joy.

Chapter Four: The Collapsed Confessor

While a group of people were laughing and watching the newcomer named Monton, William began to hide to the side and study the so-called system.

First, when he whispers his name, the system appears in front of him as a transparent screen—even when he is pressed tightly against the wall.

Currently, the system has four panels: [Personal Panel], [Card Draw Panel], [Warehouse], and [Achievements].

Without paying attention to anything else, William first checked his personal control panel.

Lee William

Age: 17

【Humanity】

【wizard】

[Magic level: Normal adult wizard]

【专长：魔法2、口才1、学习1、算术0、语言0……】

(Innate talent ranges from a minimum of 1 to a maximum of 3, while acquired training can reduce it to a maximum of 0.)

The last line of notes looks sarcastic no matter how you look at it.

Putting aside the fact that there wasn't even a number for his magic level, the fact that there wasn't a single plus sign on his entire character panel speaks volumes.

Obviously, it's impossible for Deep Blue to give me any points.

William was deep in thought by that eloquence. So, his ability to get by with stories wasn't just due to the lack of entertainment in prison?

With a sense of doubt, he casually clicked on the warehouse, where the lone [Monton who deserted in the face of battle] lay.

However, now when you open it, there is more character information on the card.

Mundungus Fletcher (Awe): Stealing 2, Magic 1, Concealment 1, Communication 1...

Special card not unlocked, classic card not unlocked, friend card not unlocked, unknown card xn not unlocked.

Wow, so it's still a small gacha pool. Judging from the system's hints when it was unlocked, I can probably open a few more chests from this Mondon.

After closing the inventory and finding the achievements page filled with gray question marks, William simply switched to the gacha panel.

Great, still no prompts.

I spent another ten minutes scanning every corner of all the panels for any possible semi-transparent text or tiny, almost invisible text, but still found nothing.

There were no hints or prohibitions; all functions had to be guessed.

This is worse than imposing restrictions—but it still has to be used.

That being said, William would never use that escape card to escape Azkaban.

It wasn't because everyone in the cell was talented and spoke nicely, but because he only had one year left on his sentence. If he escaped now, he would be wanted by the Ministry of Magic and hunted by Dementors, which would be a complete loss.

"Little William, what are you doing? Lying there without saying a word, are you heartbroken about losing money? Let me tell you, listen to me, take advantage of the next big outing to gather a group of people and give them a few moves, and that lost Galleons will be back in no time."

The big guy, with an uncontrollable smirk on his face, leaned over to William's side and continued to urge him on.

William shoved him away irritably. Anyone with a knife in their hand would be picking pockets in the alley at night, yet this guy was doing this kind of brokerage work. It made William wonder if the arresting officers had made a mistake.

"They're still investigating."

"It's still early. They've only made up eighty stories and they're already repeating them. Nine Fingers twitched a couple of times. They're still trying to make up some lies."

Everyone knows the new guy is just a hired hand, but nobody cares. The Dementors have taken away our happiness, so let's find more fun. Bullying newcomers is a tradition. Anyway, 99% of the people who get into Azkaban aren't any good.

At that moment, among the crowd of onlookers, the newcomer gritted his teeth and recited his ninety-first crime.

"Um, when I was studying at Hogwarts, I would sneak into the girls' dormitory to peep."