After lunch, Roy stood and caught Professor McGonagall's attention.
"Professor, please gather all the staff in the Headmaster's office. We need a meeting."
McGonagall nodded, already shifting into her strict Deputy Headmistress mode.Roy headed toward the gargoyle that guarded the office entrance.
The stone creature stared down at him.
"Password?" it grumbled.
Roy smirked. "Yaksha."
The gargoyle paused… then nodded approvingly.
"Far better than the previous ones," it muttered as it slid aside.
Roy chuckled. Even the doorway has standards.
Inside the Office
When he entered, the portraits of previous headmasters burst into applause—figurative or literal depending on the portrait.
"Well done, boy!""Extraordinary!""Fifteen and already replacing Albus!""And far more fashionable!" someone added.
Roy raised a hand politely."If any of you need to meet me, just call one at a time, please."
Most nodded solemnly. Phineas Black snorted but said nothing.
Roy then waved his hand, using his magic to conjure a long polished table with a matching set of chairs. The portraits leaned forward with interest.
"Handy," muttered Dilys Derwent."Very modern," said another.
The Professors Arrive
One by one, the professors filed in:
McGonagall, stern but curious
Snape, arms crossed, silently judging the room
Sprout, cheerful as always
Flitwick, hopping onto his chair
Hagrid, who had to take the large reinforced seat Roy conjured specially
Trelawney floating in with a dramatic sigh
Even Filch slipped in through the back like a nervous cat
Once everyone sat, Roy stood.
Resources and Problems
"Thank you all for coming. First, I want every professor to prepare a list of materials and resources you need for your classes this year. No budget restrictions. Just write what your subjects require."
Sprout clapped her hands. Flitwick lit up like a Christmas fairy. Even Snape's eyebrow twitched with interest.
Roy continued:
"Next, we need to address the declining educational level. It's been dropping each year."
He turned to McGonagall.
"Professor, the reports?"
She handed him a folder. "Fifth-year comprehension averages have been falling steadily for the last four years."
Roy nodded and placed it on the table.
"In the muggle world, schools have regular examinations to keep students disciplined and focused. We're going to adopt a similar structure."
McGonagall frowned thoughtfully. Snape raised an eyebrow. Trelawney pretended to foresee doom.
Roy listed the schedule:
Quarterly Exams — December
Half-Yearly Exams — February
Yearly Exams — June
"And," Roy added, "students who place in the Top 3 of each year will receive scholarships. House points, privileges, and financial support."
The staff looked impressed. Very impressed.
"That will motivate them," Flitwick chirped."A sound idea," McGonagall agreed."Predictable," Snape muttered, but even he didn't object.
"Good," Roy said. "We'll implement this immediately."
A Gift for Filch
Finally, Roy turned his attention toward Argus Filch, who looked like he was trying to become invisible.
"Mr. Filch, step forward."
Filch gulped and obeyed, trembling.
Roy pulled out a glove—a simple-looking black glove with faint runes etched into the leather.
"This is enhanced with a stun spell. Anyone you touch with it—troublemakers, midnight wanderers—will be stunned instantly for a few minutes. Non-lethal. Safe. Effective."
Filch's jaw dropped.
Roy continued gently:
"This is because I've seen how hard you work every night, keeping the school clean and safe. You deserve help."
Filch's eyes filled with tears. Actual tears.
"N-No one has ever… ever given me something like—"He sniffed loudly. "Thank you, Headmaster. Truly."
Even Snape looked away, trying not to show his sympathy. Hagrid wiped his eyes openly.
Roy nodded. "Use it responsibly."
Filch pressed the glove to his chest like a sacred relic.
Meeting Adjourned
Roy glanced across the table.
"That concludes the meeting. Return to your schedules—and send your lists by the evening."
Chairs scraped. Professors murmured among themselves.
As the room emptied, the portraits whispered excitedly.
"A new age for Hogwarts," one said."Bold, decisive, compassionate," said another."Much better than the Ministry's pink toad," Phineas Black snorted.
Roy leaned back in the Headmaster's chair.
Fifteen years old.Fifth-year student.And Headmaster of Hogwarts.
Not bad.