After finishing the letters and sending instructions across Hogwarts and the wider wizarding world, Roy Valvas leaned back in his chair and turned to Dumbledore. The golden light from the office candles flickered across the walls, where the portraits of previous principals watched intently, knowing that something monumental was about to unfold.
"Professor," Roy began, his tone calm yet commanding, "I've pieced together the entirety of the situation surrounding Voldemort—and the mastermind behind him: Cassian Veylorn."
Dumbledore's eyes narrowed, and even the portraits leaned closer, sensing the gravity of Roy's words.
Roy continued, each revelation like a cold gust of wind in the office:
Cassian Veylorn had once been a Slytherin student, a prodigy in both dark and arcane magic.
Before his death, he stored a fragment of his soul in a wand, hiding it within the Chamber of Secrets, ensuring a part of himself would persist.
Using prophecy magic, he orchestrated his influence, meeting Voldemort indirectly and manipulating events from the shadows.
He eliminated the descendants of the Veylorn family, occupying bodies strategically to maintain his legacy and extend his life.
Cassian manipulated the wizarding world with careful precision, influencing key figures and ensuring his plans remained hidden.
He played a pivotal role in Peter Pettigrew's escape from Azkaban, using the boy as a pawn in his greater schemes.
Most chillingly, he orchestrated Fenrir Greyback's plot to kidnap the princes of Britain and France, a masterstroke intended to ignite conflict between the magical and muggle worlds.
As each piece fell into place, a cold shiver ran through the room. The portraits of past principals stiffened, their painted eyes widening in silent horror. Dumbledore himself felt a chill crawl down his spine. Cassian Veylorn's legacy was darker and more insidious than any had imagined.
Roy, sensing the tension, allowed himself a small smirk. "And yet… I've set things in motion so that Cassian will be forced to fight Voldemort indirectly. Every move he makes now plays into a trap I've designed."
Dumbledore, after a long moment, let out a genuine laugh, a mixture of admiration and amazement. "You've created a counter-strike, haven't you, Roy?" he said, shaking his head in disbelief. "You've turned his own manipulations against him."
Roy's eyes gleamed with quiet confidence. "Yes, and now the pieces are moving exactly where I want them. Voldemort believes he is acting independently, Cassian believes he is controlling the shadows—but both are being guided. One misstep, and everything collapses in our favor."
The room was silent for a moment, the weight of strategy and danger settling over them like a dense fog. Then, one by one, the portraits nodded, impressed at the young headmaster's foresight.
Dumbledore finally leaned back, smiling. "You truly are your grandfather's grandson, Roy. Clever, meticulous… and fearless. I cannot wait to see how this plays out."
Roy simply nodded, his mind already racing ahead, calculating, predicting, and setting the next moves in motion. The chessboard of the wizarding world had never been so alive—and he was already several moves ahead.