When You Find a Cockroach

Dewey Jones left the tent calmly, taking the opportunity to leave a few small gadgets by the side of the tent.

From the very beginning, his target was never the people inside the tent.

Attacking these people was a means, not an end.

They were spreaders of fear and sacrificial pawns to draw attention; from the moment they set up camp here, they were already in Dewey Jones's pocket.

Their movements had long been investigated clearly by Sirius Black.

When the Ministry of Magic stopped acting like humans, they had nothing to do with people anymore. The Ministry couldn't even guarantee the logistics for these Hit Wizards, and even the rotation system promised to them had been brushed off by Fudge.

"The Ministry cannot spare any more personnel. Everyone, please bear with it a little longer and overcome these difficulties."

That was what Fudge said to them. The entire Ministry of Magic was bloated and inefficient. Even the older generation of Aurors who had intended to retire were forced to pull themselves together and shoulder the heavy burden.

From top to bottom, the Ministry of Magic was rotten to the core.

Incurable.

An incompetent Minister, chaotic middle management, and slackers in the enforcement division.

Even if Dewey Jones had stayed inside the tent to take a nap, nothing major would have happened, and no one would have noticed.

Dewey Jones Apparated and vanished into the horizon.

When he reappeared, he was flying through the sky on a broomstick.

He took a glance at his panel.

Having been a Teacher at Hogwarts for nearly a month, his harvest had been bountiful.

And not just in terms of salary.

Having just attacked that group of people, he had also obtained several cards.

His panel now looked like this:

[User: Dewey Jones (Alias)

Learned Cards:

[(Apprentice) Protego (Level 5)] (White Common)

[(Apprentice) Stupefy (Level 5)] (White Common) *4

[Apparition (Level 2)] (Purple Epic)

[Avada Kedavra (Level 1)] (Purple Epic)

[(Apprentice) Obliviate (Level 5)] (Blue Rare)

[Finite Incantatem (Level 2)] (Blue Rare)

[Animagus (Special Card)]

[Werewolf (Special Card)]

[Petrificus Totalus (Level 3)] (Blue Rare) *7

[Reducto (Level 2)] (Blue Rare)

[Expecto Patronum (Level 3)] (Purple Epic) *3

[(Teacher) Expelliarmus (Level 8)] (Blue Rare) *65

[Impedimenta (Level 2)] *2

[Alohomora (Level 1)] (White Common)

[Lumos (Level 1)] (White Common) *11

[Rib-Bending Curse (Level 1)] (Blue Rare) *7

[Relashio (Level 1)] (Blue Rare) *16

[Morsmordre (Level 1)] (White Common)

Title: None

Magic Power: 110/210 (Slowly rising)

Magic Essence: 1500

Duel Points: 0]

There were three major changes for him.

The first was his Disarming Charm.

His Disarming Charm had reached a new height and gained a new prefix: Teacher.

It had also evolved from a white card into a blue card. To further increase the card's strength, the subsequent white cards would no longer be of any use; white cards and blue cards, even of the same type, could not be used to replicate or upgrade one another.

This Card System was quite interesting.

It has different upgrade paths for different cards, and there is an inherent logic to the card tiers and classifications of various spells.

For instance, there are several distinctions between cards that evolve from White Card to Blue Card.

The Obliviate spell is level 5, with the Apprentice prefix, and has become a Blue Card. The Disarming Charm is at level 8, and only after gaining the Teacher prefix did it become a Blue Card.

This Teacher prefix is different from the Apprentice one.

Once the Teacher prefix level is reached, its power is significantly greater.

When Dewey uses Expelliarmus, a mere wave of his hand is enough to disarm all six opponents. If he wished, even if there were sixteen people, they would be unable to resist Dewey's Disarming Charm. In fact, Dewey has a feeling.

This is far from the limit of the Disarming Charm.

This is just the beginning.

In the face of the Disarming Charm, guns, bricks, table knives, and even human organs can all be its targets.

However, the Teacher-level "Expelliarmus" can only manage the former. It cannot "disarm" human organs; he cannot use Expelliarmus to kill a person and extract their heart from their chest cavity.

As for the other spells, the Rib-Bending Curse must be Walker's dark curse, used to torture prisoners. Relashio, or the Extraction Curse, has an effect roughly equivalent to injecting someone with a sedative. This spell can also be used on non-living objects; for example, chains binding a person will open on their own under the influence of this spell.

The reason he obtained so many Relashio spells is that the poor kid he beat up last used this type of magic most frequently, and he was beaten beyond recognition.

Dewey does not care about these spells.

What he cares about is the final spell.

Morsmordre.

"Interesting, this is truly, incredibly interesting."

Dewey vanished into the horizon. When he reappeared, he put away his Flying Broomstick—Flying Broomsticks are outrageously expensive; they are the cars of the wizarding world. Not to mention luxury models like the Firebolt, even the Nimbus series of Flying Broomsticks carries a hefty price tag.

Dewey's Flying Broomstick is an antique that belongs in a museum, a Cleansweep Five; he has no idea where Sirius got this thing.

He tucked the Flying Broomstick into his briefcase and found a lone individual.

This lone person had thick hair. After Dewey knocked him out, he changed into his clothes, plucked several strands of his hair, and dropped them into a potion.

He drank it.

A moment later, he had transformed into the appearance of a Muggle.

Taking out his wand, Dewey cast Obliviate on this lucky kid. The Apprentice-level Obliviate allows for selective memory erasure; he could delete a specific segment of someone's memory. After dragging him to a small grove by the road, Dewey walked out and stood by the roadside to hitch a ride.

Soon, he left the area. Sitting in the backseat, he finally began to study Morsmordre in earnest.

Morsmordre is a Dark Magic spell. Its purpose is not to harm others; "Dark Magic is magic that can harm others, but Morsmordre is even more evil than those spells, because it is the magic that summons Dark Magic."

Morsmordre has only one function, and that is to use a wand to cast Voldemort's mark.

A writhing, floating skull and snake.

It is the spell used by Death Eaters to send messages and confirm locations. Voldemort has been dead for so long, yet the Ministry of Magic still does not know how the Death Eaters communicate.

Those wastes and fools only know what the Dark Mark is—for example, the Dark Mark produced by Morsmordre—but they do not know that every Death Eater cadre bears this mark on their body.

The Ministry of Magic has captured some Death Eaters—those who refuse to believe You-Know-Who is dead and are still active. They have also captured many innocent people and thrown them into Azkaban—not innocent people who are difficult to investigate like Dewey, but people like Sirius, who were declared guilty without a trial.

At the same time, they have also pardoned even more Death Eaters.

These people have kept their mouths shut, refusing to reveal a single secret about Voldemort. Even Igor Karkaroff, who betrayed others to escape punishment, never mentioned that he had the Dark Mark on his arm.

Barty Jr. has the Dark Mark on his arm, and Bellatrix, her husband, and her brother-in-law all bear the Dark Mark as well. Dewey has one, Karkaroff has one, Snape has one; everyone bears Voldemort's mark, yet even so, after all these years, the Ministry of Magic still does not know how to identify a Death Eater.

It wasn't until Voldemort appeared for the second time that this information was leaked, but by then, what use was that information?

The mark on their arms was discovered by no one outside the Death Eater circle.

Absurd, rigid, and ridiculous.

So, you see, what future is there in working with Fudge and the Ministry of Magic agents? How can one build a beautiful new magical world while staying with vermin?

They are neither light nor dark; they are trash and decaying. Any person with aspirations and ambition would never be content under the rule of the Ministry of Magic.

Bound by the International Statute of Secrecy, unable to display one's full capabilities, with no path forward, a blocked future, and a stifling environment.

Such a Ministry of Magic is disgusting.

That is why Pure-blood Families defected to Voldemort.

That is why Dumbledore established the Order of the Phoenix.

Whether they devote themselves to the darkness or fight against it, talented people will never choose the Ministry of Magic, this "colossus" that only appears majestic.

The Ministry of Magic has been a hollow facade from beginning to end.

Dewey indulged in a mental storm. After his recent outburst, his mood had calmed significantly. He kept his mind running; only by constant thinking could he avoid recalling painful memories.

He thought further ahead, to the Dark Wizard Grindelwald who swept across all of Europe. With the slogan of building a world where wizards were the most noble and breaking the International Statute of Secrecy, he attracted countless powerful wizards, forcing Dumbledore to have to turn against his own lover and duel him.

While it was true that Grindelwald was strong, there was a reason he could attract so many followers—the dissatisfaction wizards felt toward the International Statute of Secrecy and the current social order.

If the Ministry of Magic cannot even maintain a world that is already stagnant, how can it attract those outstanding wizards?

It's just that Dewey didn't expect that among these six Hit Wizards, there would be a former Death Eater.

And it seems he still cannot forget the Dark Lord's reign, still hoping for the Dark Lord's arrival.

Is he still practicing Morsmordre all by himself?

What does he miss about the era of the Dark Lord?

Power?

Dark magic?

Or perhaps that thrill of corruption that comes from drawing close to evil?

Or maybe, he too has no desire to coexist with Muggles and wishes to destroy the Muggle world instead.

How ironic.

Dewey laughed with delight. To think that a man like this was not sent to Azkaban, but actually became one of its guards? He had actually managed to clear his name?

After clearing his name, he felt no gratitude, made no attempt to turn over a new leaf, and instead wanted to continue being a Death Eater?

No wonder the mass breakout occurred at Azkaban before Voldemort had even fully conquered the wizarding world.

Have the wizards been longing for Voldemort's return for that long?

"Good people should not be locked away in Azkaban.

Bad people should not be allowed to live comfortably out in the world."

Dewey said to himself. He stepped out of the car, thanked the kind gentleman, and continued walking along the road with his suitcase in hand, waiting to catch a ride into London.

London has millions of residents, and the transient population is countless. In this city, the daily consumption of fruit, grain, oil, and daily necessities is calculated in massive quantities. The Ministry of Magic may appear to be guarding London, but in reality, their efforts are futile. They cannot even guard the magical entrances, let alone the transit routes used by ordinary people.

Can they monitor every single convoy, dock, and transient individual entering and exiting?

They lack the capability. You see, the entire Ministry of Magic lacks this capability; they cannot even manage the wizards, let alone the Muggles.

It would never cross their minds that the high-profile criminal they are hunting would enter London via normal Muggle transportation.

Dewey honestly bought a train ticket, boarded the carriage, and headed toward London.

He set his suitcase down, sat in his seat, and appeared to be resting with his eyes closed.

What an interesting state of affairs.

If one out of the six permanent Azkaban Hit Wizards is a former Death Eater, then how many Death Eaters exist within the Ministry of Magic as a whole?

***

An evil person can cast the Patronus Charm.

Spells are idealistic.

Emotion and soul are indispensable components for casting magic.

Dolores Umbridge, the Minister's loyal hound—that Minister could be Fudge, a Death Eater, or anyone at all, as long as they are the Minister—she, looking like a pink toad, could cast the Patronus Charm.

As long as you believe you are not a bad person, you can cast the Patronus Charm.

There is no need to worry about the spell backfiring.