After returning from France, Roy Valvas settled once again into the Valvas Mansion in England, accompanied by Venelana Bael, Albedo, Rem, Ram, Narcissa Black, Bela White, and Nagini. The grand halls of the estate were alive with conversation and laughter, yet a faint tension lingered in the air.
One quiet morning, while sipping tea in the study, Roy unfolded the latest issue of The Wizarding Weekly.
"Sirius Black Escapes Azkaban!"
Roy scanned the article, the corners of his lips twitching slightly. He already knew this part of the story. So, the Prisoner of Azkaban arc begins, he thought, folding the paper neatly. "Let him run free. It'll save me the trouble later."
Just as he set the paper aside, an owl swooped through the window carrying a neatly sealed envelope. He recognized the handwriting immediately — Hermione Granger.
Dear Roy,Everyone — Daphne, Astoria, Cassandra, Penelope, Cho, Ginny, and I — are planning to meet in Diagon Alley this weekend. Will you join us?– Hermione
Roy smiled and penned a quick reply:
Of course. I'll come to pick you up personally.
Training the Mirror Blade
The following days were spent in focused isolation. Within his training chamber, Roy stood before a pond-like mirror of still water, his new weapon Kyōka Suigetsu resting in his hand.
"Shatter," he whispered, activating the Shikai.
The reflection rippled, and suddenly the room around him fractured into a hundred mirrored realities. Illusions layered upon illusions, yet each one responded perfectly to his will. By the end of the week, he could manipulate sight, sound, and perception as if conducting a silent symphony.
When he finally sheathed the sword, his reflection smirked back at him.
"Mastery achieved," he murmured. "Now… time to see some friends."
A Ride to Remember
Saturday dawned clear and bright. Roy walked into his garage, a long chamber filled with gleaming luxury cars — Ferraris, Lamborghinis, Rolls Royces, Porsches, and even a custom Aston Martin Valkyrie enchanted with runic stability wards.
After a moment's thought, he chose the McLaren F1, its sleek frame glinting in the morning light. The roar of the engine echoed like thunder as he pulled out of the mansion gates.
Arriving at the Granger residence, Roy parked by the curb. The car window slid down, revealing his amused smile.
Hermione, waiting by the doorstep, blinked in surprise. "You drove that here?"Roy chuckled. "Only the best for my favorite witch."
He stepped out and opened the door for her. Hermione waved goodbye to her parents and slipped into the seat, trying to hide her flustered smile.
"Seatbelt on?" he asked playfully."Yes, Mr. Valvas," she teased back.
With a soft hum of magic, the McLaren sped through the quiet streets toward London, stopping at the Leaky Cauldron. Once parked, Roy tapped the dashboard and sent the car into his pocket dimension with a shimmer of blue light.
A Day in Diagon Alley
Inside the Leaky Cauldron, Roy greeted the familiar barkeep. "Morning, Mr. Abbott.""Ah, young Lord Valvas! Haven't seen you in a while," Abbott said warmly.
Passing through the brick wall into Diagon Alley, Roy and Hermione spotted their group quickly — Daphne, Astoria, Cassandra Vole, Penelope Clearwater, Cho Chang, and Ginny Weasley waiting near Flourish and Blotts.
Roy approached with a graceful bow and a smirk.
"Ladies, your knight has arrived — armed and at your service."
The girls burst into laughter. Even Hermione rolled her eyes, smiling. "Still as dramatic as ever, Roy."
"Of course," he replied lightly. "How else would I survive around such beauty?"
The day passed in joyful chaos — book shopping, ice cream at Fortescue's, and endless chatter. Roy carried most of the shopping bags, earning more than one teasing comment from the girls.
The Cat with Taste
At the Magical Menagerie, Hermione's eyes caught on a ginger-coated cat with piercing amber eyes lounging lazily atop a shelf. The creature stared at her like it had already chosen its human.
"Oh, he's perfect," Hermione breathed.
Roy smiled and paid the shopkeeper without a word. Handing the cat to her, he said, "Consider it a gift — for my brightest friend."
Hermione's eyes softened. "Thank you, Roy."
The Gifted Broom
Next, Roy led Cho Chang to the Liyue Broom Store, managed by Nagini.
"Welcome back, Master Roy," Nagini greeted gracefully.
"I came for the custom broom I ordered," Roy said.
Nagini handed him a sleek broom, trimmed in silver and dark blue — a model even faster than the Firebolt, tuned specifically for aerial balance and speed. Roy turned to Cho and held it out.
"For you. Custom-made."
Cho gasped. "You're serious?"
He nodded. Cho, overjoyed, impulsively kissed him on the cheek."Thank you, Roy!"
As they walked back out, laughter followed them. Hermione, Daphne, Cassandra, Penelope, Astoria, and Ginny were all waiting — and teasing smiles spread across their faces.
"Ooooh, Cho!" Daphne sang.Hermione smirked. "That's a bold thank-you."Cho flushed crimson, hiding her face behind her hair while Roy chuckled.
Roy then noticed Ginny's faint jealousy, her eyes flicking between him and Cho's broom.
He crouched slightly and patted her head."Tell you what — join the Gryffindor Quidditch team this year, and I'll get you one even better."
Ginny's eyes widened. "R-Really?""Promise."Her face turned bright red, but her smile was radiant.
A Familiar Scene
By evening, they returned to the Leaky Cauldron, where the Weasley family was gathered. Roy spotted Arthur Weasley chatting quietly with Harry Potter, undoubtedly about Sirius Black's escape. Roy didn't bother listening — he already knew how it would play out.
Nearby, Hermione and Ron were bickering — loudly.
"I told you, Hermione, keep that cat away from my rat!" Ron shouted.Hermione crossed her arms. "Crookshanks is not interested in your stinky rat, Ron!"
At that moment, the ginger cat — Crookshanks — jumped gracefully onto Roy's lap and curled against his leg, purring. Roy chuckled, petting the cat gently and offering a piece of jerky from his pocket.
Crookshanks accepted it immediately.
Hermione smirked triumphantly. "See? Even if your rat were right here, Crookshanks wouldn't care — he'd rather eat Roy's treats than chase your rodent."
Ron stared, mouth open. "Your cat's living a better life than I am…"
Everyone burst into laughter, and even Hermione couldn't hide her grin.
As the sun dipped below the rooftops of Diagon Alley, Roy leaned back, content. Around him, laughter filled the air, and for a rare, quiet moment — everything in his world felt perfectly at peace.