The Hogwarts Hospital Wing is a decent size. It occupies several rooms, one of which is quite large and serves as an infirmary. The single beds are separated from each other by screens.
In addition, there is a treatment room, a shared toilet for both boys and girls, a shower for one patient, and a room where the healer lives.
When Madam Pomfrey retired to her bedroom, Richard used one of the charms Madam Marchbanks had used to connect the boy with a house-elf. The idea is that a house-elf servant can sense the location of its master and hear a summons from him. There are rare places from which such a summons is impossible and where house-elves cannot travel, such as Azkaban or the Ministry of Magic. But not Hogwarts. After all, house-elves live and work at the school-it's home to the largest community of them in Britain. Spells that prevent their movement would prevent the house-elves from doing their jobs: surreptitiously teleporting food and dishes, collecting students' laundry, and so on.
"Donkey," Richard called.
With a soft pop, a house elf appeared next to the hospital bed where Rich Jr. lay. His appearance, by wizarding standards, was surprisingly unusual: an expensive black three-piece suit, a crisp white shirt, and a tie. Everything was clean, pressed, and perfectly tailored. His patent leather shoes gleamed so brightly that you could see your reflection in them, as if in a mirror.
"Did the lord call Donkey?" the house elf asked in a prim tone.
"Greetings, Donkey," Richard said quietly, so as not to attract the healer's attention. "Don't make any noise. Instead, tell me who's knocking on the Ministry of Magic's door in our workshop?"
"Wizards Dylan McDougal and Caleb Saunder," the house elf said without hesitation.
- What dirt do you have on them?
"Lord," the house elf bowed deeply, "Donkey has collected enough dirt on all the wizards. Mr. MacDougal stole one hundred and eighty Galleons, five Sickles, and three Knuts from the ingredients workshop. Mr. Saunder stole fifty grams of gold, a ten-gallon cauldron, one enchanted ninja suit, and a meter of dragon skin. I have photographs documenting all the thefts."
"Excellent! Simply wonderful!" Richard's mood improved. "Donkey, pass on all the information about the thefts of these two wizards to Mr. Arthur Weasley. I won't keep you any longer."
As soon as the house-elf disappeared with a pop, Richie pulled out the recorder. After pressing the call button, Arthur Weasley's cheerful voice was heard over the speaker:
- Lord Rich, glad to hear from you.
- Good afternoon, Mr. Weasley. I have an urgent task for you.
"I'm listening carefully, Lord," Arthur responded.
"I've just received reports that some of our employees are stealing massive amounts of my property. I've sent you a house elf with evidence and photographs documenting the thefts."
"Sir, who are these wizards?!" Arthur exclaimed indignantly.
"Dylan McDougal and Caleb Saunder," Richard replied. "Mr. Weasley, I want these wizards punished to the fullest extent of the law as a warning to others. Firing them without severance pay won't be enough. File a report with the wizarding authorities, with all the evidence."
"Lord, but they'll be put in Azkaban," Mr. Weasley said in an agitated tone.
"A thief belongs in prison!" Richard stated firmly. "Do you agree with that, Mr. Weasley?"
- Yes, but they have wives, children...
"You should have thought about your wives and children before going against Rich," Richard said firmly. "Mr. Weasley, those wizards tried to imprison me by falsely reporting me to the Minister of Magic to cover up the theft. Are you really going to sympathize with such scum?"
"What?!" Mr. Weasley was beyond astonishment. "A report on you, Lord? After they stole from you? And with such a good salary..."
"Today, the Minister came to me with a group of Aurors and tried to arrest me, shoving a piece of parchment containing a denunciation from those wizards in my face. A worthless piece of paper, describing me as a villain worse than You-Know-Who... Naturally, the Minister failed... Mr. Weasley, can I count on you?"
"Lord," Arthur's voice was filled with righteous indignation, "I am extremely outraged by Dylan and Caleb's actions. How dare they?! Sir, rest assured, they will answer for everything!"
- Thank you, Mr. Weasley. I'm counting on you.