"You should put down Dumbledore instead."
Kingsley interrupted Roy and spoke to the young guard.
"Alright."
After filling in the basic information, the young cell guard opened the door to the isolation area and led Kingsley and Roy into the cell block.
The cells lining both sides of the corridor were enclosed by iron bars and held all sorts of Dark wizards. Each looked uglier than the last, and their clothing was stranger than the last.
"Please, go in."
The young wizard took out a ring of keys, unlocked the door to an interrogation room, and gestured to Roy.
"The cells have been rather crowded lately, so you'll have to stay in the interrogation room for now."
Roy glanced at Kingsley, who nodded at him.
"A prosecutor from the Department of Magical Law Enforcement will come question you shortly. Once the questioning is over, your guardian can take you away temporarily."
Hearing Kingsley's answer, Roy shrugged.
"Fine. Do I need to cosplay as a Minion or something?"
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"I mean, do I need to change clothes?"
"No. Get in already. We still have things to deal with."
Kingsley shoved Roy into the interrogation room, then locked the door. After greeting Luke, who was in charge of guarding the place, Kingsley hurried away.
As the door slammed shut with a bang, Roy sighed helplessly.
The spacious interrogation room contained only a table and two chairs in the middle. The incandescent lamp overhead gave off a dim light that spread across the entire room.
Roy dropped onto one of the chairs in the middle of the room, slumped over the table, then held his head in both hands in frustration.
"Obscurus... sigh—"
The words of that middle-aged man in the elevator still echoed in Roy's mind.
Very few Obscurials lived to adulthood,