In the pitch-black Hospital Wing at night, Roy suddenly jolted awake from his sleep.
The intense pain had left Roy drenched in sweat, soaking the spotless white sheets and blanket.
Roy sat bolt upright in bed after waking. It took him a moment to collect himself before he reached up and touched the right side of his face.
The familiar sensation came from his right hand. Aside from the faint pain that still occasionally pulsed through his right ear, it was functionally no different from before the injury.
He had no idea what time it was. Drenched in sweat, Roy was unbearably thirsty. Just as he was about to get out of bed to find some water, a withered hand suddenly yanked open the curtains around his bed.
By the moonlight streaming through the window, Roy recognized the person who had suddenly appeared. It was Dumbledore.
"Good evening, Roy. Severus said you would probably sleep straight through until three in the morning before waking up. His prediction was indeed quite accurate."
Dumbledore was still wearing a nightcap. After pulling open the curtains around Roy's bed, he sat on the bed beside it and lightly pointed a finger. The lamp on Roy's bedside table lit up with a dim yellow glow, allowing Roy to see Dumbledore's face across from him more clearly.
Roy got up from the soaked bed, threw back the covers, and stood on the floor. Only then did he realize that his bloodstained clothes and trousers had somehow been changed into hospital robes.
"How's Connor?"
Roy got out of bed as though nothing had happened. If not for the bandages around his ear, he looked so energetic that he might as well have been completely unharmed.
"He has already been transferred to St Mungo's Hospital, so you needn't