Sophia, who was getting on in years, saw Roy putting on a serious face and could not help smiling curiously. She exchanged a glance with Madam Pomfrey, then gently asked Roy, who looked ready for battle.
"I know you, Roy, the youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin. I know your exploits in America were heroic, and Dumbledore told me your academic performance is excellent. But you have not even reached your second year yet. Do you really know how to treat patients?"
Faced with Sophia's friendly question, Roy proudly patted his chest, then threw back his head and laughed.
"Ha ha ha ha! Easy. What is so difficult about that?"
When it came to killing people, Roy might not have been the best in his previous life. But when it came to saving people, even Zoya and Lina from the medical department combined had not saved half as many as he had on the battlefield.
"Oh?"
Hearing Roy answer so confidently, Sophia became curious about the medical skills of the youngest member of the Order of Merlin. She glanced at Madam Pomfrey beside her, then posed a question to Roy.
"Then let me test you. Nothing complicated—tell me how to handle the simplest case of magical exhaustion."
It was an interesting question. Magical exhaustion could be serious or minor. Sometimes it was simply caused by overusing spells; other times, it might be a deficiency of magic caused by emotional instability. And then there were cases like Roy's, where someone recklessly fired off a Map Cannon and completely drained their magical reserves. The severity of magical exhaustion caused by these different reasons naturally varied, so they could not all be treated the same way.
"This..."
Roy thought for a moment, recalled how he had felt when his magic had been