Another blazing, cloudless day arrived. In the morning, Roy had breakfast with the Weasley family, then followed Mr Weasley to work. After saying goodbye to Mrs Weasley and turning down Harry, Fred, and the others' request to come with him, he set off alone for the construction site.
"Back to work!"
Roy returned to the tent set up on the empty ground beside his new home. He changed into construction clothes, put on a little soldier's steel helmet as a hard hat, and began another round of work.
Nearly a week had passed since construction began, yet Roy's new house was only barely one-third complete. For the new home, Roy had adopted a structure combining wooden boards, iron nails, and magic. Like Dumbledore's old house, it would have three floors in total. The third floor would be an attic, where he could store miscellaneous items, such as all of Roy's odds and ends.
About a quarter of the lumber that had originally been piled in the clearing atop the hill had now been used. At the same time, Dumbledore's crumbling old house had vanished completely. In its place, on the same patch of open ground, a new house built from fresh wooden boards was rising from the earth. Its foundation had been laid, and more than half of the first-floor walls were already standing.
Yesterday, Roy had spent the entire day hauling large stones from the stream on the other side of the hill. In the end, he had used those stones to build a fireplace in the living room. He needed to pick up the pace today and get all the first-floor walls up. Dumbledore had sent him a letter last night, telling Roy that Mia would be discharged soon.
Roy most likely would not finish construction before Mia