The next few weeks passed peacefully for Roy Valvas. With Hogwarts behind him for the summer, he finally had time to relax at the Valvas mansion. Days were filled with warmth, laughter, and a bit of mischief — especially when Roy was around Venelana Bael, Grayfia Lucifuge, Albedo, Nagini, Bela White, Rem, Ram, and Narcissa Black.
The grand gardens of the estate often became their playground. Roy would sit beneath the tall willow tree reading an alchemy tome, while the women chatted or trained nearby. At times, he would tease them — a sly remark at Albedo's jealous glare, a playful flick at Rem's cheek, or a mock duel challenge to Grayfia. Each teasing earned him a pout, a blush, or a soft laugh.
Evenings were spent together in the lounge, where Roy's presence seemed to make time slow. For the family who had once known tragedy and loneliness, this peace was something sacred.
A Letter from Paris
After a month, Roy received a sealed letter bearing the familiar insignia of the Flamel family.
"My dear Roy,Your company and wisdom are dearly missed. Perenelle and I would be delighted if you could stay with us for a while.— Nicolas Flamel."
Smiling, Roy packed lightly and, with Grayfia's assistance, apparated to Paris, where the Flamel mansion awaited him.
The reunion was joyful. Nicolas and Perenelle Flamel welcomed him warmly, their affection for Roy more like doting grandparents than mentors. Over dinner, Roy recounted his adventures at Hogwarts — his battles, his studies, and the most shocking discovery of all: the Ravenclaw tiara containing Rowena's soul.
Nicolas was stunned. "A fragment of Rowena Ravenclaw herself?" he murmured, his ancient eyes wide. "That… that changes everything."
The Gift of Youth
The following day, Roy requested both Nicolas and Perenelle to join him in his study. With calm precision, he activated his Ope-Ope no Mi ability, creating a glowing operating sphere. For an hour, Roy carefully worked the miracle — channeling his magic and life energy to restore their youth.
When the light faded, Nicolas and Perenelle looked at each other in disbelief — their wrinkles gone, their vitality renewed. They were both in their early thirties once more.
Perenelle's eyes glistened. "I had forgotten what it was like to breathe without pain," she whispered.Nicolas laughed softly, touching his own hands. "Roy… what you have done, no magic in history could achieve."
Roy simply smiled. "You've both given the world enough, it's time it gave something back."
That night, as they lay together, Perenelle turned to Nicolas. "Meeting Roy was the greatest blessing of our long life," she said. Nicolas only nodded, his eyes gentle. "A grandson of fate," he whispered.
A Taste of Teyvat
The next morning, Roy decided to surprise them. Using recipes he had bought from the System Store, he prepared dishes from the Teyvat continent — rich golden rice, sweet glazed meat, and sparkling crystal shrimp.
The aroma filled the mansion. Nicolas and Perenelle took their first bites, their faces lighting up in delight."Roy, this is divine!" Perenelle exclaimed."I might abandon alchemy to become your apprentice chef," Nicolas joked, earning laughter from them all.
The Delacour Family
Later that day, Perenelle brought Roy to visit her old friend, Apolline Delacour, matriarch of the Delacour family. There, Roy met Fleur Delacour, in her sixth year at Beauxbatons, and her younger sister Gabrielle, a lively seven-year-old.
The Veela blood in their lineage made them naturally radiant, but to Roy — blessed with Animal Affinity and the calm power of a Dark Phoenix — they felt drawn to him instinctively.
Roy spent the next week at the Delacour manor. He tutored Fleur in advanced spellcraft, improving her precision and focus, and played with little Gabrielle in the gardens. When he brought out his unicorn and her foal, Gabrielle's eyes sparkled as she petted the baby unicorn, laughter echoing through the manor grounds.
Soon, small sparks of rivalry bloomed between the sisters — Fleur teasing Gabrielle for clinging to Roy's hand too long, and Gabrielle puffing her cheeks whenever Fleur received more praise. Roy found himself in the middle of their gentle squabbles, often defusing the tension with light jokes that made both blush.
By the end of the week, both Fleur and Gabrielle had grown fond of him in their own way — admiration blending with innocent affection. When Roy finally departed, Gabrielle cried softly, and Fleur quietly wished him safe travels, her gaze lingering as he vanished in a shimmer of blue flames.
The Firebolt Deal
After two more weeks with the Flamels, Roy returned to the Valvas Mansion in England. His first stop was the business chamber — he needed to review the results of an important deal.
Under the expert negotiation of Bela White and Narcissa Black, the Firebolt Company — a rising broom manufacturer — had agreed to part with 60% of its shares. The remaining 40% stayed with the two founders.
The acquisition was a major victory, securing Valvas influence in both magical transportation and sport industries. Roy reviewed the documents and smiled in satisfaction.
"Excellent work," he told Bela and Narcissa.Bela smiled softly. "As you ordered, everything was handled quietly."Narcissa added, with quiet pride, "The wizarding world will soon see the Firebolt as the symbol of innovation… and the Valvas name behind it."
Roy nodded. "Then let's make sure it flies higher than anything before."
That night, as the mansion lights dimmed, Roy stood by the balcony — the moonlight glinting off his eyes. Between his growing power, his loyal companions, and the destiny that awaited him, the next chapter of his legend was only beginning.