Half an hour later, Dumbledore returned alone to the Headmaster's Office, accompanied only by Roy's "Medical Gun."
The moment Dumbledore entered, he saw Roy sitting obediently across from his desk. Remembering that last night had seemed to unfold in much the same way gave him a headache. He sat opposite Roy, slammed the "gun" in his hand onto the desk cluttered with ornaments, then leaned back against his chair and looked at Roy with an amused yet helpless expression.
Seeing his "Medical Gun," Roy reached out to take it, but Dumbledore got there first, pressing a hand over the weapon. He smiled and shook his head under Roy's gaze, refusing to let him take it back.
"How is Professor Jobana?"
Since Dumbledore would not return the gun, Roy could only imitate his posture and lean back helplessly in his chair. Seeing that Dumbledore was not being too serious, Roy had already roughly guessed Professor Jobana's condition.
Dumbledore nodded.
"She is all right. The curse Tom laid was mainly meant to disrupt the mind, and it did not cause much harm to Madam Jobana's health."
Roy nodded at that. If anything had happened to Professor Jobana today, he would have truly cemented his reputation as the killer of Defense Against the Dark Arts professors. Now that he knew she was fine, he felt a little relieved.
"Your power is growing stronger and stronger, Roy."
The office fell silent for a moment. Then Dumbledore changed the subject, shifting his gaze to the white Medical Gun with a green cross painted on it.
"Haha, thanks for the compliment."
Roy scratched his head sheepishly, but his eyes kept covertly watching Dumbledore's expression, trying to determine from his attitude whether he could get his tactical equipment back.
"So, can you give the Medical Gun back