Life at Hogwarts settled back into its usual rhythm—or as close to usual as Hogwarts could ever be with Dolores Umbridge slithering through the corridors.
Roy?He didn't care about her decrees in the slightest.
Her pink posters announcing "Educational Decrees" lined the walls, but Roy walked past them as if they were invisible. The Hufflepuffs followed his lead—rolling their eyes, muttering under their breath, and breaking the rules in quiet, creative ways Umbridge couldn't trace back to them.
Dumbledore's New Appetite
At dinner one evening, Roy noticed Dumbledore's plate.
Chinese-style dumplings.Sweet and sour vegetables.Spicy noodles.Szechuan chicken.
Roy's eyebrow twitched.
"…Old man is getting addicted."
He ignored it.If the headmaster wanted to make Chinese food a part of Hogwarts cuisine, let him. Roy didn't mind—if anything, it made the meals slightly more interesting.
Sprout whispered to him with a knowing smile,"Our headmaster seems fond of your recommendations."
Roy only shrugged.
Harry Approaches
A few days later, in between classes, Harry pulled Roy aside in the corridor.
He looked nervous, almost guilty—like he was doing something he wasn't supposed to.
"Roy… can I ask you something?"
Roy leaned against the stone wall."Sure. What's up?"
Harry swallowed.
"I want to… create a club. A group where students can train. Spells, defense, dueling—real defense. Not Umbridge's rubbish."
Roy knew this moment would come.He knew the plot.He knew how things would unfold.
Still, he let Harry speak.
"But I need a place. Somewhere private. Somewhere we won't be caught."
Roy smirked.
"Ask Hermione about the Mirror of Requirement."
Harry blinked."The what?"
"Hermione will know," Roy said, waving him off."She'll show you. Problem solved."
Harry stared for a second, realizing Roy wasn't joking.
"Alright… thanks."
He hurried off, determination returning to his stride.
Roy watched him go.
He didn't need to interfere.He didn't need to lead.
He knew exactly where this would end:
Dumbledore's Army. The Room of Requirement. Umbridge's fury.The whole beautiful mess of it.
And Roy?He simply continued his classes, drank tea, teased his friends, and let the plot unwind around him—just as he expected.