Four mud-caked wild men suddenly appeared in a human pyramid on the carpet before the Great Hall doors. The mud on them mixed with rainwater and splattered everywhere, painting a messy scrawl across the brand-new carpet laid out today to welcome the distinguished guests.
Putting on a show like this in front of so many important guests was absurd enough, not to mention that the one responsible was tonight's intended honoree.
The teachers and students in the dining hall quickly recognized the four people painting on the floor. Who else could they be but Hogwarts' famed number one Batulu—Roy Smee?
For a moment, the Great Hall, which had still been filled with hushed whispers, fell completely silent. Everyone's eyes gathered on Roy, who had the most mud on him, their expressions varied.
Shock, confusion, curiosity, and barely suppressed laughter crossed everyone's faces. Yet for some reason, when they saw that it was Roy who had burst in like this, they even felt that this was only to be expected.
Just like that scene at the train station—this was more like it. If Roy ever stopped pulling stunts in public, would he still be Roy?
Professor McGonagall stood at the entrance, staring wide-eyed at the four mud-covered figures sprawled on the floor. She gasped in disbelief. Seeing the complicated expressions on the faces of the many renowned Wizarding World elders at the staff table, she felt as though she were about to have a heart attack.
Slytherin students had never gotten along especially well with Roy. Seeing him make such an entrance, the little snakes all turned to Aisling, who sat at the very front of the Slytherin table. Their looks seemed to ask how someone like that could possibly be more impressive than the poised and elegant Aisling.
Aisling, who