Nagini, Bela White, and Narcissa Black arrived at Valvas Mansion early in the morning, each holding the official letters summoning Roy's proxies for the Wizangmoth meeting.
Roy, ever efficient, decided to attend in person, bringing the three women with him as his proxies for the three seats. They apparated to the Ministry of Magic in England, entering the grand meeting hall where tension buzzed in the air.
Seated in the hall were the Wizangmoth members, including familiar faces like Dumbledore, and on the sidelines, Mad-Eye Moody and Arthur Weasley, both visibly bandaged from recent skirmishes.
Nagini, Bela, and Narcissa took their assigned seats, representing Roy's influence. Meanwhile, Roy moved toward Moody and Arthur, inspecting their injuries.
"Minor cuts and bruises," Roy said calmly, jotting down a list of foods and potions they needed to accelerate healing. "Eat these. You'll recover faster."
Moody raised an eyebrow. "You… know medicine?"
Roy smiled. "Before Hogwarts, I studied swordsmanship and medicine."
A collective gasp went through the hall. Every Wizangmoth member—except Dumbledore, Nagini, Bela, and Narcissa—looked astonished. Roy noticed their expressions and asked innocently, "What's the matter?"
One member hesitantly asked about Roy's skills. "Can you really heal someone near death?"
Roy's calm voice carried across the hall: "Yes. I can bring a person on the verge of death back to life."
Shock rippled through the room. No one said a word. The meeting proceeded.
The Urgent Matter
The council addressed the pressing issue: the Ministry of Magic needed leadership. Each faction proposed candidates:
Hawks faction: Rufus Scrimgeour
Doves faction: Amelia Bones
Neutral faction: Dumbledore
Roy struggled to hold back a laugh at Dumbledore's nomination, which did not go unnoticed. Dumbledore, seeing Roy's expression, raised an eyebrow but chose to remain silent.
After intense discussion, a vote was called. The results:
Dumbledore — highest votes
Amelia Bones — second place
Rufus Scrimgeour — third place
Dumbledore's expression was a mixture of confusion and mild amusement. He had neither sought the position nor asked for anyone's support, yet now he was Minister of Magic.
Roy could no longer contain himself and burst out laughing.
Arthur and Moody, catching the subtle humor in Dumbledore's expression, shared the laughter silently, understanding exactly why Roy found the situation so amusing.
Roy walked over to Dumbledore, still chuckling, and said, "Congratulations, Albus. From Hogwarts principal to Minister of Magic—quite the promotion."
Dumbledore's face reflected a mix of bewilderment and mild embarrassment, but he allowed himself a small smile.
The meeting continued, but the air now held a lighter energy. Even in the midst of chaos, a little humor—Roy thought—was sometimes the best medicine.