At dinnertime, Roy returned to the living room of The Burrow through Floo Powder after spending the entire afternoon busy in Godric's Hollow.
As Roy stepped out of the fireplace, he found the living room empty. He lowered his head and walked into the kitchen, where laughter and conversation could be heard. The entire Weasley family was seated around the dining table, having dinner.
Roy sat down beside Fred and George. Mrs Weasley immediately ladled him a large bowl of steaming meat soup and placed it in front of him.
Roy smiled and thanked Mrs Weasley. Only then did he notice that Mr Weasley had not returned for dinner, so he curiously turned to Fred and George beside him and asked.
"Where did Mr Weasley go? Wasn't he off today?"
The twins did not seem particularly concerned and casually replied.
"The Ministry sent word that they wanted to see him. It might have something to do with your case. Who knows, maybe you really are going to get expelled."
The twins grinned wickedly as they tried to scare Roy. Roy gave them both a speechless glance, then lowered his head and took a sip of the steaming meat soup. It had to be said, Mrs Weasley's cooking really was excellent.
"How could that happen? Don't worry, Dumbledore will handle it."
Roy had great faith in Dumbledore's influence. After all, the top seat at the Ministry of Magic should have belonged to his Old Bumblebee brother in the first place. What the hell was Cornelius Fudge? How could he possibly compare himself to the living embodiment of truth in the Wizarding World?
If Dumbledore truly put his pride aside and said, "Could all you lads at Hogwarts do me a favor?" who in the entire Wizarding World would dare say no?