The Hufflepuff banners had barely settled over the Great Hall when Roy returned to his dorm room, quietly satisfied. The system chimed in his mind, its voice calm and metallic.
[System Notice: House Cup Victory (3/7)]Rewards Granted: Boost Potion (x1), Conqueror's Haki (Unlocked)
Roy blinked, reading the message twice.
The Boost Potion didn't surprise him — he'd received it before. But the second line made him grin like a child unwrapping a long-awaited gift.
"Conqueror's Haki…" he murmured, voice low with excitement.
He still remembered watching One Piece back in his past life — that overwhelming, kingly aura that could bend lesser wills to submission. And now, it was his.
Sitting cross-legged, Roy activated the integration sequence. A surge of power — ancient, commanding, and unrelenting — flooded through his veins.
For a moment, Hogwarts itself seemed to tremble. A faint, imperceptible wave of pressure pulsed outward, washing across the castle like a silent storm.
A few students paused mid-sentence, feeling something — a flicker of unease, a fleeting shiver — before it vanished.
But in the Headmaster's office, Dumbledore's eyes flickered open. The old wizard frowned, sensing a brief ripple of pure intent that vanished as quickly as it came.
"Curious…" he murmured, tapping his wand against his armrest.
Down below, Roy exhaled slowly, controlling the wild energy now coursing within him.
"So this is the will of kings…" he whispered, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.
The fusion complete, he rose, feeling the subtle thrum of dominance resting just beneath his calm exterior. The Boost Potion he placed aside — that could wait for a strategic moment.
Journey Home
Two days later, the school year officially ended. Trunks were packed, farewells exchanged, and the Hogwarts Express billowed smoke against the bright blue sky.
Roy boarded last, scanning for familiar faces until he spotted them — Hermione, Cassandra Vole, Daphne, Astoria, Cho Chang, and Penelope sharing a compartment.
When he entered, the conversation was already lively.
Hermione turned to Penelope, curiosity sparkling in her eyes.
"So where will you be working after graduation?"
Penelope smiled proudly.
"I'll be interning at the Liyue Store, under Nagini's supervision."
Every girl turned to look at Roy in unison, silent questions gleaming in their eyes.
Roy simply leaned back with a neutral expression, lips twitching faintly.
"What?" he asked dryly.
Daphne smirked. "Oh, nothing… just wondering who might have had a hand in that offer."
Cassandra added with mock seriousness, "Must be a very persuasive employer."
Hermione giggled. "A very influential one."
Roy sighed, resigned. "You all gossip worse than Rita Skeeter."
That only made them laugh harder.
A few minutes later, there was a knock at the door. Fred and George Weasley poked their identical heads in, followed by Cedric Diggory, Ginny, and Luna Lovegood.
"Room for a few more?" Fred asked cheerfully.
Roy grinned and snapped his fingers subtly — a traceless expansion charm rippled through the air, quietly enlarging the compartment without notice.
"Now there is," Roy said simply.
The journey was filled with laughter, gossip, and shared sweets. The Weasley twins told wild stories about pranks gone wrong, Cho teased Daphne about her Quidditch commentary, and Luna calmly discussed Nargles with Astoria.
For once, Roy allowed himself to relax completely — no politics, no schemes, no calculations. Just friends, laughter, and the gentle rhythm of the train against the rails.
Return to England
When the train pulled into Platform 9¾, steam hissing around the carriages, the platform erupted into chaos.
Roy helped the girls with their trunks before stepping out. Waiting at the barrier were Hermione's parents, Molly Weasley, Cassandra's mother, Daphne and Astoria's mother, and Cho's mother — all exchanging warm smiles and polite thanks.
Molly Weasley even approached Roy, beaming.
"Oh, Roy dear! Thank you again for everything you've done for the children this year. You've been such a help to Ron and Harry both."
Roy only inclined his head politely. "It's been a productive year, Mrs. Weasley."
As the group dispersed into family embraces and goodbyes, Roy adjusted his coat and turned toward the exit.
His destination wasn't home — not yet. He had business in France, and his mind already drifted toward new plans, new power, and the quiet promise of what the next year at Hogwarts would bring.
He walked into the crowd, vanishing from sight just as the summer sun broke through the clouds.