"So, has the curse on the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor position been removed?"
After going over all the farces that had happened since the start of term, Roy suddenly realized that he and Dumbledore had apparently just given Voldemort a hard kick in the backside.
Dumbledore always said that Voldemort would return someday, kill everyone who resisted him, and throw the entire Wizarding World into chaos. Roy did not know how Dumbledore planned to deal with that, nor did he know when Voldemort would return. But with the curse Voldemort had left behind now removed, Roy had at least prevented the steady yearly body count Voldemort had been racking up before even returning.
"Professor Jobana's conjecture was unexpectedly precise, and your searching ability truly is outstanding. However, from what I know of Tom, he would never place only a single safeguard around arrangements he made with his own hands."
"So? We need to keep looking, right?"
With a wave of Dumbledore's wand, two exquisite porcelain teacups appeared on his desk out of thin air. After pouring Roy a cup of steaming black tea, Dumbledore poured one for himself as well.
Steam rose from the scalding teacup. Roy lifted it and took a small sip—the fragrance was rich, though there was a little too much honey. It seemed he had rendered some merit today after all; Dumbledore was finally willing to serve him good tea.
"At the very least, you've made a fine start."
After taking a sip of tea, Dumbledore nodded approvingly at Roy.
"So—keep looking?"
"That's right, keep looking. Didn't Ms. Jobana give you a machine? I imagine this is precisely your area of expertise, isn't it?"
Of course it was. When it came to treasure hunting, if Roy claimed second place at Hogwarts, no one in