"Nothing at all..."
After night fell, a light rain began to drizzle across the valley. It made the already dilapidated ruins even muddier.
Roy bent over, rolled up his trouser legs, and used Lumos in his hand for light as he crawled through the dark, muddy ground for more than an hour. Even after rolling around until his entire body was soaked through with mud and rainwater, Roy still failed to find any clues amid the rubble-strewn mud.
"No. The ruins that fell from the sky have all been collected by the Ministry of Magic. There's no point in searching through the mud like this."
It was nearly ten o'clock, and there were far fewer Ministry of Magic officials on duty at the scene. As the number of bystanders dwindled, it became inconvenient for Roy to keep wandering around. After returning to his new home on the outskirts of the valley, Roy grabbed a few things and Apparated back to the Special Operations Office he had built in the Forbidden Forest.
"Caw, caw, caw—"
With a whoosh, Roy crossed thousands of miles in an instant and appeared outside Hogwarts in the Scottish Highlands.
It was late, and the Forbidden Forest was so quiet that not a sound could be heard. Roy's appearance was like tossing a small stone into the still Black Lake, startling a flurry of cawing crows in the woods. But soon, that tiny disturbance subsided into the pitch-black forest, which sank back into silence.
The Special Operations Office was pitch-black inside. Roy casually switched on the table lamp on the coffee table and set down his backpack. He had only just caught his breath when a voice from the dark corner behind him startled him.
"Did you go roll around in a pigsty? How did you get