"Is everything over...?"
After leaving the Headmaster's Office, Dumbledore's resolute words still echoed in Roy's mind.
"Most of the captured culprits will be sent to Azkaban, while a small number will receive the Dementor's Kiss. I'm telling you this so you can rest easy. You will never see them again."
After two months of such heart-stopping turmoil, it all ultimately came down to Dumbledore's casual remark. Roy felt dazed for a moment. In the end, he had not even seen the true faces of those who had attacked him before Dumbledore had arrested them all.
Roy let out a long sigh. For some reason, now that the weight in his heart had vanished, he did not feel the slightest bit relieved.
"Is Fly Head dead...?"
Thinking of that opponent who had been evenly matched with him, Roy could not help feeling somewhat regretful. It was a pity. That guy had truly been strong, but he had run into Dumbledore. The Old Bumblebee's century of accumulated prowess was simply beyond the reach of ordinary people.
"Since everything is over, then it's time for me to return to normal life."
Roy glanced at the pitch-black Forbidden Forest outside the corridor window of the Headmaster's Office, then returned to the Hufflepuff Common Room with mixed feelings.
Meanwhile, in the private lounge of the Gringotts chairman on the second floor.
After the new chairman moved in, the place had undergone extensive renovations, changing from the classical style favored by goblins into an opulent style of pure gold.
The newly appointed Tiago sat before the dressing table with a gloomy expression, a golden basin held in his arms. On the calm, pale-red surface of the water, Roy's solitary back was reflected.
As Roy walked into the darkness, the reflection in the basin became increasingly blurred.