The Great Hall was alive with noise.
Students from Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang laughed, chatted, and enjoyed breakfast after the thrilling First Task. The atmosphere was bright and festive—like the world had no troubles at all.
At the Staff Table,Darius Valvas, Clara Valvas, Dumbledore, the Hogwarts professors, Madam Maxime, and Karkaroff were quietly eating and discussing the upcoming Yule Ball.
At the Hufflepuff table, Roy sat calmly with Greyfia beside him, sipping tea.
Everything felt normal.
Until—
The Hall Door Slams Open
BOOM—!
The doors to the Great Hall flew open, making every student jump.
Marching inside, in perfect formation, were Valvas Shadow Guards—their armored footsteps echoing like thunder.
Whispers broke instantly across the hall:
"Valvas guards?""Why are they here?""Did something happen?!"
Their captain stepped forward, face grim, and walked straight to Darius Valvas.
He bowed deeply and presented a sealed envelope bearing the Valvas Imperium Crest.
Darius took it.
Opened it.
Read.
And the world changed.
Darius Valvas' Killing Intent Fills the Hall
A wave of pure killing intent crashed across the hall like a tsunami.
Students froze.
Some gasped for air.
A few fainted.
Even hardened Durmstrang boys trembled in fear.
Clara Valvas immediately leaned toward her husband, reading the letter over his shoulder. Her face turned pale.
Dumbledore read it next—and his expression hardened like iron.
Roy, sensing the murderous pressure, instantly turned toward the staff table.
His grandfather almost never lost control.
Something catastrophic had happened.
The captain handed the envelope to Roy, bowing respectfully.Roy stood slowly and opened it.
His eyes narrowed.
The Letter's Contents
Fenrir Greyback.
A pack of werewolves.
A raid on the muggle world.
Dozens of kidnapped children.
And worst of all—
Two kidnapped princes.
One: of the British Royal Family.
The other: a French prince studying abroad.
Roy felt something cold settle inside him.
If those children died…If either prince was killed…
A Muggle–Wizard War would ignite instantly.
A war that could burn the entire magical world to ash.
Greyback was provoking the apocalypse.
Roy lifted his head.
Across the hall, Darius Valvas was staring at him, understanding already in his hardened eyes.
Roy Speaks to His Grandfather
Roy walked toward the staff table.Every student watched with wide eyes, sensing the tension but not understanding it.
He reached his grandfather.
Their conversation was quiet—but every guard and powerful wizard in the room could hear every word.
Roy:"How long can you keep this silent from both governments?"
Darius:"…The British and French monarchies will learn the truth fast.At most…three days."
Roy nodded.
Roy:"Then I'll end this within three days."
Darius stiffened.
Darius:"No. This is not a mission for you alone—"
Roy interrupted firmly.
Roy:"Grandfather… I am the heir of House Valvas.In three years I will take the mantle fully."
He placed the letter on the table.
Roy:"This is my responsibility."
Clara Valvas placed a hand over her mouth, torn between pride and fear.
Darius stared at Roy for several long seconds.
Then—He slowly nodded.
Darius:"Three days.Bring them back alive.And bring Greyback's head."
Roy bowed his head once in acknowledgement.
Roy Leaves Hogwarts
He turned and walked out of the Great Hall.
Every student stared in stunned silence.
At the castle courtyard, Roy raised his hand to the sky.
A roar answered.
Dvalin, the Storm Dragon, tore through the clouds and descended, shaking the very air.
Gasps echoed through Hogwarts.
Roy leaped onto Dvalin's back.
His voice was low, cold, and filled with intent:
"Fenrir Greyback… your time is over."
Dvalin's wings spread wide—a hurricane force blasted the courtyard—
And Roy surged into the sky, leaving Hogwarts behind as the hunt began.