The Great Villain Dewey Jones [Any Votes?]

"Right, Dewey used the Killing Curse on our people."

Mad-Eye Moody said to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore glanced at the two people on the sickbed.

For the first time, he showed a look of surprise.

"Forgive me for saying so," Dumbledore said, "I fear my old eyes are playing tricks on me, and I can no longer distinguish between a person and a ghost."

Dumbledore's meaning was clear: the three Unforgivable Curses were called Unforgivable because once cast, there was no counter-curse, no way to undo them, and no regrets.

If either of these two operatives had been attacked with an Unforgivable Curse, they wouldn't be in this state.

They would have been dead long ago.

Dewey didn't seem like a good person who wouldn't kill.

If he didn't want to kill, he would use other spells.

When people use the Killing Curse, they intend to take the other person's life.

The Killing Curse wasn't a prank to scare children; it was one of the most infamous spells in the wizarding world.

A person tortured in Azkaban for over a decade couldn't possibly harbor no hatred.

There were only two ways to counter the Killing Curse: the first was to not be hit by it, and the second was the magic of love.

There was no other way to undo the curse.

But could there be magic of love between two ordinary, slacking male and female wizards?

Dumbledore secretly glanced at the two operatives on the sickbed again. They looked rather cute.

That didn't seem likely either.

Mad-Eye Moody was speechless.

"You can look openly, Dumbledore."

Mad-Eye Moody grumbled, took out his hip flask, and took a swig.

Dumbledore expressed his inability to comprehend what had happened.

Just then, Mad-Eye Moody seemed to receive some news from a colleague, and his expression immediately turned serious.

"Something's happened, Dumbledore."

Mad-Eye Moody confirmed the news again, staring at Dumbledore with some surprise, and said word by word, "Fudge used his ministerial authority to lift our ban.

He's authorized all Striker and Aurors to use Unforgivable Curses upon seeing Dewey."

Dumbledore was surprised that Fudge could make such a decision.

"What about Sirius Black?"

"No, Fudge didn't lift the ban on Sirius, but if caught, his greatest likelihood is a Dementor's Kiss."

Mad-Eye Moody said.

Dumbledore sighed, shook his head, and decided not to trouble himself with these matters anymore.

The most pressing issue before him was the teachers at Hogwarts.

He needed to find a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. The children's school year was approaching, and the school couldn't be without a teacher!

The entire British Ministry of Magic was searching for Dewey and Sirius.

So what was Dewey doing?

He was eating cake.

He casually rested his bare feet on the living room table, and the Dursley family dared not speak out of anger.

Especially Dudley.

Poor little Dudley stood beside Dewey, sobbing continuously, his eyes fixed on Dewey's mouth.

His cake, right before his eyes, was being stuffed into the mouth of the great villain in front of him, his cheeks bulging as he swallowed.

Vernon lay stiffly on the ground.

Don't misunderstand; Dewey didn't hit him with the Killing Curse.

Dewey had merely knocked him unconscious.

"Don't worry, it's just a mild concussion at most. I'll restore him,"

Dewey said confidently.

There were two wands before him, and Petunia was boiling water for tea.

"Ma'am, please give me more sugar, thank you. I want six times the sugar."

He shouted at Petunia.

Petunia trembled all over in fear.

The Ministry of Magic would never have guessed that the criminal they were hunting would appear so brazenly at the Dursley Family home, right at the crime scene. They seemed to have little understanding of a criminal's psychology.

No sooner had the Ministry officials left after wiping the memories of the Dursley Family than Dewey showed up to eat and drink, the Dursleys not daring to defy him in the slightest.

Dewey placed the Silver Sickle on the table, counting it with satisfaction.

This was the currency dropped by the monsters he had defeated.

As the saying goes, money makes a man, and poverty makes a man struggle. The right to mint currency in the magical world did not lie with the wizards; the goblins of Gringotts were the true masters of the world's finance.

Gringotts was not merely a bank.

It was a massive financial institution.

Powerful wizards could be entirely self-sufficient through magic, alchemy, and the like.

The rest of the wizards, however, still required a universal equivalent.

Gringotts handled exactly that, and they even held a degree of power to regulate the economy.

Goblins occupied a significant portion of the wizarding world, and these fellows were nothing like the submissive house-elves.

They kept magical creatures, held the right to mint currency, could use magic, and could even forge powerful magical artifacts.

The Sword of Gryffindor was, in fact, crafted by goblins.

More importantly, the goblins did not recognize the rule of wizards.

The only reason they behaved obediently was that they currently lacked the strength to resist the wizards.

That was all.

Their rebellions had been suppressed by wizards in the past.

If given the chance, they would undoubtedly incite another uprising.

Goblins were essentially born with a rebellious streak.

Therefore, if Dewey wanted to get rich, his first thought was not to rob Gringotts.

His first thought was war.

Conquer the magical world, seize Gringotts, force the goblins to work for him, and after the war, he would possess massive amounts of capital!

"Nonsense."

Dewey shook his head, driving that terrifying thought from his mind.

He took his feet off the table and pulled the money from his pocket.

From the two Ministry agents, he had obtained thirteen Silver Sickles and a few dozen copper knuts.

Added together, it wasn't even enough to exchange for a single gold coin.

"Poverty."

Dewey said with disdain, though fortunately, he didn't need a medium of exchange; he was already the most dangerous fugitive in all of England according to the television.

His reputation had nowhere left to fall.

When neighbors hoard grain, I hoard guns; the neighbors are my granary.

Just like now.

Dewey calculated the gains from this trip.

A large number of cards—these were the things he liked best.

[Stupefy]*16
[Finite Incantatem]*8
[Alohomora]*12
[Obliviate]*8
[Impedimenta]*4
[Accio]*28
[Reparo]*30
[Muffliato]
[Scourgify]*18

From their cards, Dewey could see the monotonous lives of these two agents.

The spell they used most was Reparo, followed by Accio.

All sorts of things flying toward them.

And the cleaning spell.

Among the troubles they usually encountered, the spells needed for repairs were the most frequent, and the danger level wasn't very high—at least, not until they met the deranged Dewey.

This meant that he had nearly beaten these two agents to death and gone to such great lengths, only to end up with a bunch of white cards.

Even if he dismantled the white cards, upgrading the Unforgivable Curses twice would still be a struggle.

"So why am I so fixated on the Unforgivable Curses?"

Dudley muttered to himself. Spells, if used well, weren't incapable of killing. Stupefying a wizard flying at high speed would result in death by traffic accident.

So, who would be the little cutie to be upgraded this time?

Dudley sat there, chuckling to himself, muttering in a low voice, looking like a madman.

Seeing Dudley like this, Dudley dared not cry anymore.

He curled up in fear, like a little meatball, trying his best to make Dudley not see him.

Petunia, who came to bring tea, saw Dudley like this and fearfully pulled the little fatty into her arms.

Dudley ignored them. He was choosing which spells to upgrade. Regardless, he had seen the power of Protego.

For his own safety, he would definitely heavily upgrade Protego.

Then, he would choose an offensive spell.

Stupefy.

He thought this spell was quite good.

After that, he should learn the most important curse for a criminal.

Obliviate.

Dudley quickly finalized his plan. He looked up at Petunia. Petunia, hugging Dudley, saw his gaze and said with chattering teeth, "Please, please don't hurt us. We can give you money. We'll give you anything you want..."

Dudley ignored Petunia.

"Don't worry, madam, I won't do anything disrespectful to Mr. Dudley, provided you fulfill my request.

So, could you get me some small cakes, like the ones I ate earlier?

And some honey, thank you."

He decomposed all the spells he had obtained this time, leaving only Finite Incantatem, Stupefy, and Obliviate.

Among these, Finite Incantatem was a blue rare, while the others were white common. Even a powerful spell like Obliviate was white common, which puzzled Dudley.

Decomposing them yielded 2325 essence points, plus the 25 essence points left from last time, for a total of 2350 essence points.

His next plan would depend on how effective these spells were!