"Maybe I should thank you?"
"You're welcome. After all, everyone needs help sometimes."
Dumbledore shook his head with a helpless smile. This unlucky kid's mouth was always so irritating. Well, that was probably part of his damn charm.
Roy walked over with a mischievous grin to the pile of blackened silver fragments on the ground. He picked one up and examined it carefully, then took out a small pouch and picked every fragment out of the ashes one by one before putting them inside.
After Roy had sorted and packed away every fragment on the ground, he dusted off his hands, stood up, and casually tucked the pouch full of fragments into his crotch.
"Um—how's Professor Jobana?"
Hearing Roy's question, Dumbledore turned to look at the professors standing by the office door. Professor Sprout, who had just sent the unconscious Professor Jobana to the Hospital Wing, glanced at Roy before speaking solemnly to Dumbledore.
"Poppy is treating that child already. I heard Miss Jobana was harmed by a curse. You'd better go take a look as well."
At Professor Sprout's words, Snape and Dumbledore, who was also standing in the corner, quietly exchanged a glance. Seeing Snape subtly shake his head, Dumbledore finally nodded in a relaxed manner.
"Very well, I'll go take a look now. Let's hope our young Professor Jobana is all right."
"Ah! I'm coming too—"
The moment Roy heard that, he immediately wanted to go check on Professor Jobana's injuries as a medic.
After briefly mentioning it to Dumbledore, Roy began striding toward the door without caring what Dumbledore thought. However, before he could finish speaking, Dumbledore grabbed the collar of the Roy who was trying to run out from behind.
"You are not going anywhere. Go wait obediently in my office. I'll be up shortly,