Snow fell softly across the castle as the Great Hall shimmered like a palace of crystal and gold. Hundreds of candles floated, the enchanted ceiling glowing with auroras. Everyone—students, professors, foreign guests—waited for one entrance.
Because tonight was not just a ball.
Tonight was the Yule Ball of the Triwizard Tournament, and the whole school wanted to see Roy Valvas.
The Entrance That Stole the Night
The doors opened.
Silence fell.
Even the music stopped for a second.
Roy Valvas stepped inside…Wearing the Zhongli outfit from Genshin Impact—a regal blend of dark gold, black, and layered silk robes that made him look like an emperor descended from the heavens themselves.
Every girl gasped.Every guy stared in disbelief.
Behind him walked the group that made the school tremble:
Grayfia Lucifuge, icy silver hair flowing
Hermione Granger, radiant and elegant
Cassandra Vole, smirking with confidence
Daphne Greengrass, cold beauty in aqua blue
Astoria Greengrass, angelic and excited
Cho Chang, graceful and shy
Fleur Delacour, veela beauty glowing like moonlight
All of them entered with Roy.
Beauxbatons boys choked.Durmstrang students whispered in fear.Hogwarts girls nearly fainted.
And the music started.
The Dance No One Expected
Roy walked to the center of the ballroom.
Everyone assumed he would pick one girl.
Instead—
Roy divided into eight identical bodies.
Eight perfect Roys stood before each girl.
Gasps. Screams. Panic.
Some students actually backed away.
"CLONES?! ARE THOSE CLONES?!""They feel real—how?!""Is that some ancient Valvas family magic?!"
Fred Weasley:"Mate… he's dancing with EIGHT GIRLS AT ONCE—"George:"—and we struggle to ask ONE!"
The girls stared at their Roy with soft eyes.
Fleur: "Magnifique…"Hermione: "This is… impossible!"Daphne: "Of course he would do something like this."Grayfia: slight blush "Show-off…"
But the dance began.
And the magic revealed itself.
Roy wasn't using clones.
He was using time acceleration magic, shifting his body through seconds so quickly that he appeared in eight places at once—each Roy perfectly real, perfectly solid.
Even when a Beauxbatons boy tried touching one:
"It's… solid!!"
Dumbledore Understands
Dumbledore watched with shining eyes.
"That is not duplication," he whispered.
Snape nearly choked.McGonagall almost fainted.
Dumbledore continued:
"Time magic… extreme time-splitting. He is dancing with all of them simultaneously by moving between accelerated moments."
Karkaroff: "That… that's impossible."Maxime: "That boy is not human!"
Darius Valvas smirked proudly.Clara Valvas just sighed, shaking her head fondly.
Three Songs, One Prince
Three songs passed.
Every girl laughed, twirled, blushed, and smiled as Roy kept up with every step—like a god of dance.
And then—
All eight bodies collapsed back into one.
Roy stood in the center, breathing hard, sweat on his forehead, chest rising and falling.
He bowed deeply:
"To all of you. Thank you for the dances."
Every girl felt the same thing:
Warmth. Care. Love.He treated them all equally.
Which is why every one of them scolded him:
Hermione: "Roy! That was dangerous!"Daphne: "You idiot. You're sweating too much."Fleur: "Mon dieu… you push yourself too hard."Grayfia (cold voice, red ears): "You are reckless."
But in their hearts?
They melted.
A Dance With His Grandmother
After resting, Roy stood up again.
Darius Valvas finished dancing with Clara—elegant, graceful, noble.
Roy approached her, bowed, and offered his hand.
"Grandmother. May I have this dance?"
Clara's eyes sparkled with pride.
"Of course, my dear."
And the two danced—royal, elegant, breathtaking.
Students watched, stunned.
"His grandmother is so beautiful…""And he treats her like a queen.""No wonder they call him Yaksha Prince."
More Dances
Roy didn't stop.
He danced with:
Gabrielle Delacour, who sparkled with joy
Ginny Weasley, red as a tomato but smiling like the sun
Luna Lovegood, who said dreamily, "You dance like a gentle storm."
Each one left with a blush and warm memory.
A Quiet Moment — Grayfia Feeding Him
Finally exhausted, Roy returned to his seat.
Grayfia sat beside him.
Without a word, she took a plate and began cutting food.
Then—gently—she began feeding him.
Students froze.
"GRAYFIA LUCIFUGE IS FEEDING HIM?!""That's… that's wife-level behavior!""They look like a married couple!"
Roy ate quietly, enjoying the food and resting his head slightly back.
Grayfia's eyes were soft—almost tender—as she offered another spoon.
Hermione: jealous glareDaphne: "I want a turn…"Fleur: "Hmph… lucky woman."
But Grayfia only murmured:
"You always push yourself too far, Roy. Eat."
Roy smiled.
And the whole ballroom melted again.