Dumbledore swept his gaze over the dumbfounded people in the dining room before finally looking at Roy, whose back was turned to him.
Although Roy was facing away from him, based on what he knew of Roy, Dumbledore could still guess that signature mischievous grin was on his face.
"Professor Dumbledore, would you like some coffee?"
The moment Mrs Weasley saw Dumbledore enter, she hurriedly added another place setting at the table and invited him to sit down.
Looking at the enthusiastic Mrs Weasley, Dumbledore smiled and thanked her several times.
"Thank you, Molly. But I have urgent matters to attend to shortly, so I won't disturb you while you enjoy such a lavish breakfast."
With that, Dumbledore turned to look at Roy, who was still wolfing down food at the nearby table.
"Roy, could I speak with you alone?"
At Dumbledore's call, Roy unhurriedly set down his knife and fork. Then, with a whoosh, he launched himself out of his chair. He moved so fast it was as though he had a jet engine strapped to him, and in a flash, he dragged Dumbledore out of the dining room.
"I've been waiting for you to say that, Old Dumbledore."
"My God, how was he so fast?"
Charlie, who sat across from Roy, only felt a gust of wind blow past him. The next second, Roy, who had been sitting opposite him, had already vanished from the table.
"I'm telling you, Hufflepuff's Quidditch team is building a dynasty next season. Anyone who knows, knows."
Hearing that from star Chaser Charlie, Aisling let out a soft laugh. When it came to flying, her broom was hardly slow either. Roy would not be the only second-year eligible to join the Quidditch team next year. Which team would be stronger was still