After dinner, Aisling took the initiative to stop Roy at the entrance to the Great Hall as he was about to visit Lupin in the Hospital Wing.
"How was it?"
Roy shook his head.
"How should I put it? If I had to rate it, I'd say it wasn't completely terrible."
Aisling was one of the few people who knew what Roy had been doing all day. Hearing him describe it that way, she raised an eyebrow, dismissed the little Slytherin followers behind her, and followed Roy to a relatively secluded corner to ask in detail about what had happened that day.
"Oh dear, how should I put this?"
The two made their way upstairs to the far end of the corridor outside the Hospital Wing. It was fairly secluded there, and hardly anyone passed through.
Before starting his story, Roy deliberately craned his head to peek into the Hospital Wing. After confirming that Lupin was nowhere to be seen, Roy let out a long sigh and began from the Three Broomsticks.
"The story begins with breakfast..."
Roy had always been vivid in his storytelling, cramming in dramatic conflict, twists, and excitement, though his tales tended to stray somewhat from the facts. But no matter how he embellished what had happened today, there seemed to be little opportunity for Roy to show off. So he merely polished a few details enough to avoid making himself seem too foolish.
Ten minutes later, after listening to Roy's embellished account, Aisling looked thoughtfully out at the pitch-black night beyond the window.
"Looking at it this way, a lot of things make sense, including how they knew where you lived and how they managed to hijack your Floo Powder Network. So Gringotts had people on their side."
The Wizarding World in Britain was rather