Early the next morning, photos of Roy receiving his award and the contents of his declaration of war against the attackers from the podium undoubtedly occupied the front pages of every major newspaper.
In an ordinary little house in Hogsmeade, Tiago, dressed in plain wizarding clothes, sat at the dining table with the latest issue of the Daily Prophet in his hands.
Across from him, Dia, who had sneaked out of Hogwarts early that morning, was also seated at the table. A lavish breakfast lay before her.
Dia, who had secretly slipped out of school, quietly ate her breakfast across from Tiago, waiting for the man reading the newspaper to give her new orders.
"Heh heh—still too young. Dumbledore must have been very unhappy after he said that."
Tiago disdainfully tossed the newspaper in his hands onto the table before him, then crossed his legs and leisurely watched Dia eat her breakfast with quiet refinement.
"Dumbledore was so angry after hearing his speech that he nearly fainted on the spot."
"Heh heh, naturally. Dumbledore is the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, and the one truly in charge of the Ministry of Magic in Britain. What he must be most worried about is the exposure and violation of the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy. With that brat shouting like that, all the public relations work those Britons have done these past few days has gone to waste."
In this small residence Tiago had just purchased for more than twice the market price, the suitcase they had snatched from Roy two days ago lay quietly in a corner. It was filled with Roy's clothes and all sorts of strange things he had invented, but the thing Tiago and the others truly wanted was not inside at all.
"Teacher, aren't you angry?"
"Angry?