Ever since bidding Professor Jobana farewell, Roy, who had caused more than enough chaos, finally settled down over the next few days until the weekend. During lessons, he lay sprawled over his desk alone, studying his "Strength Enhancement Plan." After class, he wandered all over the school with the "technology" Professor Jobana had lent him, searching for Dark Magic items Voldemort had left behind. The professors could not be bothered to interfere with him anymore. Their demands for Roy were simple now: as long as he did not pull any more outrageous stunts, he could take sick leave every day and lie in his dormitory if he wanted.
Of course, the professors could not have all the good fortune. Roy had indeed restrained himself quite a bit these past few days. Besides, no matter how aloof and misunderstood he was, he still had to put on a show in front of his classmates. Otherwise, how could he reasonably ask his roommates to bring him food? Was he supposed to hold a wand to their foreheads?
After a few days of settling down, Roy seemed to have gradually regained the relaxed state he had been in during school last year. On Saturday morning, he even spent half the day placing more complex secrecy magic on the Special Operations Office, which had completely lost its ability to remain hidden.
With Cedric and the others' help, Roy also cleaned up the Special Operations Office, which had been neglected for several months. The weeds outside were cleared away, and the dust that had accumulated indoors was thoroughly swept out by Roy and the others. The base, which had begun to exude an air of desolation, was once again brimming with life.
If Roy's luggage had not been stolen, he could even have started planting