A Crazy Idea, Step One

The next morning.

The morning in the foggy city had decent air quality—at least, decent compared to usual.

Mr. Arthur Weasley walked through the streets of London with his family.

Arthur was a man with a very kind appearance.

He possessed the signature hair color of the Weasley family, as red as fire.

He was tall and somewhat balding, wearing a pair of striped trousers, with sweat still beading on his forehead.

Following behind him were his wife Molly, the mischievous twin brothers, Ron, and Ginny.

A large family of six.

The twins' older brother, Percy Weasley, had gone to Diagon Alley early as a prefect, taking their owls and other belongings with him.

Arthur and Molly strolled through the streets of London with their children.

Dewey sat in a family-style kitchen, watching the family walk over from the street corner.

Looking at that hair color that seemed like it had been copy-pasted, Dewey took a sip of coffee and offered a compliment to the Weasley family.

The Weasley family was truly the only hope among the pure-blood families.

Among the Sacred Twenty-Eight, there weren't many families left that still possessed such reproductive vitality.

Mr. Arthur Weasley walked along with his wife, his twins, and his two younger children, maintaining his exuberant curiosity as he constantly looked left and right, observing the lives of Muggles.

He would never have guessed that two notorious prisoners of Azkaban were sitting in a shop, eating breakfast in such a brazen manner.

Dewey finished the last of his coffee, shoved a ketchup-smeared sandwich into his mouth, and chewed on his fries with a loud "crunch, crunch."

"Junk food is my favorite thing in this life. Eat up, Black; we won't be able to do as we please for a while after this."

Dewey said to Sirius.

He opened his mouth wide, stuffing it with fries and sandwiches.

Sirius stared unblinkingly at the family outside, contemplating their next move.

"Peter Pettigrew is on that freckled kid? If we don't find Peter, should we search the twins?"

Even Sirius, after staring at the twins on the street for a long time, couldn't tell which one was George and which one was Fred.

"Yes, that's right. And don't ask me which twin is which. I don't know either. Even their mother can't tell which of these two troublemakers is the older brother and which is the younger. I only know that these two unlucky fellows definitely have some bad ideas hidden on them. So, remember our order of operations. It's the Weasleys, then the twins, and finally the two younger children."

"Got it."

Sirius shoved two pieces of chocolate into his mouth and silently gripped the wand hidden in his sleeve.

Dewey finished speaking indistinctly and waited for the right moment.

Sirius was restless; no matter what, the thought that catching Peter Pettigrew would clear his name made him impatient.

Dewey was the exact opposite.

He wasn't in a hurry to make a move at all.

Only after the family had walked past the entrance of the kitchen did he pay the bill and walk out, his steps light.

As they walked out, the Weasley family had their backs to them; Mr. Weasley told a joke, and the twins were laughing along enthusiastically.

Facing this joyful family, Dewey drew his wand without hesitation.

"What a nice day."

Dewey muttered to himself.

"Stupefy!"

Drawing his wand, Dewey cast the spell silently; even Arthur Weasley didn't react before he collapsed, unconscious!

They were very close.

When Mrs. Weasley saw her husband suddenly fall, she instinctively drew her wand, and Sirius rushed out, roaring as he fired three "Stupefy" spells at her.

Mrs. Weasley deflected two of the spells but was hit by the third, collapsing to the ground.

One of the spells she deflected hit a passerby nearby, and the unlucky bystander fell to the ground with a "thud," taking quite a tumble.

"Housewives are tougher than Ministry of Magic Hit Wizards."

Dewey remarked, watching Molly, who had deflected two of the spells.

As Sirius moved into action, he did not remain idle. After casting Protego on himself and Sirius, Dewey cast Stupefy at the twins. Those two troublemakers were incredibly sharp; the moment Sirius and Dewey made their move, they had already whipped out some of their best gadgets.

They did not use wands.

The Ministry of Magic had strict regulations regarding spellcasting for underage wizards, and their wands were all fitted with magical restrictions.

Outside of school, the Ministry would know exactly when, where, and what kind of magic these students used. For such violations, the Ministry would issue a warning for minor offenses, while serious ones resulted in snapped wands and expulsion. Even worse, they would be sent to Azkaban.

Yes, you read that right: sent to Azkaban.

There was no buffer between expulsion and being sent to Azkaban; from the lightest to the heavy, there was no middle ground.

The entire British Ministry of Magic had only one prison: Azkaban. Minor offenders and hardened criminals received the same treatment—thrown into Azkaban.

The difference was that minor offenders stayed on the beach, where they would not attract much attention from the Dementors. Hardened criminals, like Dewey, Bellatrix, and Sirius, were thrown into the gloomy castle, tortured until they took their own lives, while those minor offenders simply struggled to survive in Azkaban.

Of course, the Ministry of Magic's laws were not entirely devoid of human consideration.

When underage wizards encountered situations involving their own safety, they were permitted to use their wands to cast spells. However, the Ministry's management was both rigid and flexible; whether a young wizard had broken the law after using magic ultimately fell to the discretion of the jurors.

No one knew what that group of jurors at the Ministry of Magic would do.

George and Fred, the two brothers, did not cast any spells.

Instead, the pair brought out several treasures.

"Dungbomb."

"Stink Toad."

"Screaming Doll."

These were the gadgets they usually used for pranks. Using them now, the twins were clearly trying to block Dewey so they could grab their father, mother, and younger siblings and escape.

Ginny was in a panic, and Ron pulled out his new wand—after his old one had snapped completely, Arthur had finally bought him a new one.

Fourteen inches, willow, unicorn hair.

The reason he could draw his new wand so quickly was that he had been fiddling with it day and night, cherishing it immensely. He had even planned to show it off to Harry and Hermione.

As it turned out, he didn't get to show off his new wand before encountering this situation.

Subconsciously, Ron pulled out his wand and gave his wrist a slight flick.

He recited the incantation.

"Wingardium Leviosa!"

The Levitation Charm.

It was the first spell that came to mind when his brain went blank.

Before Dewey could make a move on Ron, George or Fred—sorry, even Dewey couldn't tell the twins apart—one of the troublemakers threw a Dungbomb at Dewey's shield.

The Dungbomb did not stick to Dewey's shield.

It ricocheted off and splattered onto Ron.

The foul stench caused the unlucky boy's spell to veer off course.

The spell flew off to who knows where.

Ron fainted.

The reason Hogwarts did not allow the two troublemakers to cause chaos was not just to maintain school discipline; more importantly, the pranks George and Fred pulled were highly dangerous.

The stench-inducing agent inside a Dungbomb didn't just cling to a person, making them smell unbearable for a week.

More importantly, as soon as Ron caught a whiff of the Dungbomb, he gagged and vomited.

Not only that, but his face turned a ghastly shade of blue, and he began to suffocate.

"Ron!"

One of the twin brothers only had time to shout Ron's name before being struck down by a spell. Under the assault of the two Azkaban escapees, all six Weasleys collapsed, unconscious.

"Find Scabbers."

Dewey shouted at him. Despite the horrific stench on Ron, Sirius cast Aguamenti and rushed over.

"He's not here! The rat isn't here! I saw it before the fight started; nothing escaped from the little boy!"

Sirius's expression turned incredibly ugly. He hadn't expected that the rat wouldn't be on the boy.

"What now?"

He asked Dewey.

"Execute Plan B. Quickly, quickly!"

Dewey said.

Pedestrians nearby began to scream. Dewey and Sirius moved rapidly, looting all the coins and various magical items from the people.

On George or Fred, they found that piece of parchment.

"Alright, let's go!"

Seeing this, Dewey threw a few punches at the people and left the scene!

From start to finish, it took them no more than two minutes. Once done, the two Apparated and fled frantically.

If the ambush on the Hit Wizards that night had been done in secret, then attacking the Weasley family on the streets of London today was a slap in the face to the Ministry of Magic.

Even if Dewey considered the people at the Ministry of Magic to be fools, the entire wizarding world was not filled with idiots. If one jumped too high, they would eventually be caught and punished.

Two trails of black smoke vanished from the scene.

Pedestrians screamed and fled as the stench of dung permeated the street.

Before long, people arrived at the location.

Thanks to the twin brothers, these people couldn't even get close; as they approached, their eyes welled up with tears, leaving them unable to see a thing.

The Dungbombs were simply too foul!