"Whoa!!!!!!!!!"
The excited Hufflepuff students surrounded Roy and, working together, repeatedly tossed the relatively small Roy high into the air.
From the stage, Dumbledore watched the hysterical Hufflepuff students below with a faint smile. The other professors smiled knowingly as well, sincerely applauding Hufflepuff for winning the House Cup again after so many years. (Snape excluded.)
Professor Sprout was so delighted she could barely close her mouth. She rose from the staff table and applauded wildly, loudly chanting Roy's name alongside the Hufflepuff students.
Just like that, the Hufflepuff students kept throwing Roy into the air for quite a while, nearly shaking last night's dinner right out of him.
"Stop throwing me around! I'm fucking gonna explode!!! Bleurgh—"
Hearing Roy's pained cry, the Hufflepuff students panicked and all let go at once. Well, that was great—no one caught Roy as he fell from the air, and he crashed heavily onto the floor.
"Ah—" (Bee Doctor's cry of pain from his wound)
Seeing this, Dumbledore waved to Professor Sprout at the staff table, preparing to continue.
"All right, children, don't play Roy to death. You should know he's still injured."
As he spoke, Dumbledore stepped down from the stage, picked up the House Cup Trophy beside him, and walked toward Professor Sprout at the staff table.
Professor Sprout stood up and, amid the applause of all the teachers and students, accepted the House Cup Trophy from Dumbledore before raising it high above her head.
Even more thunderous applause erupted in the Great Hall. Several Hufflepuff seventh-years even shed tears at the sight. Seven years of hard study, and today their dream had come true. And the greatest contributor to this wonderful fairytale was none other than Roy.
After handing the Trophy to Professor Sprout, Dumbledore turned around and loudly egged on