The next two months at Hogwarts passed in a rhythm that felt both peaceful and alive — at least for one student.While others complained about homework, long essays, and potion fumes, Roy Valvas moved through each day like a calm force of nature — learning, observing, and quietly reshaping the school's rhythm around him.
Days of Learning and Friendship
Classes became smoother for Roy. Whether it was Professor Flitwick's Charms, Sprout's Herbology, or Snape's demanding Potions, Roy stood out — not for arrogance, but for precision and insight.He was that student who answered a question not to show off, but to improve everyone's understanding.
At lunch and dinner, he never sat alone.
Around the Hufflepuff table, a little circle had formed — Hermione Granger, Daphne Greengrass, Cassandra Vole, Penelope Clearwater, and Cho Chang.Different houses, different personalities — yet somehow, Roy balanced them all.
Hermione loved debating with him about magical theory.Daphne and Cassandra often teased him about how composed he always looked.Penelope liked to discuss charms and enchantment techniques.Cho Chang — graceful and quick-witted — would often trade small jokes with him, usually ending with her blush when Roy teased her back.
"Roy, don't you ever get nervous before a test?" Hermione asked one evening."Only if the test is about who can stay awake longer during Binns' lecture," Roy replied, making even Daphne laugh.
The Great Hall often echoed with their quiet laughter, a sound that turned heads and drew envy — especially from a red-haired Gryffindor whose jealous glances didn't go unnoticed.
The Twin Tricksters' Apprentice
Roy also became an unofficial mentor to the Weasley Twins.Every few days, Fred and George would appear at the Hufflepuff table or drag Roy into a corner with boxes full of half-exploded prank props.
"This one's supposed to make someone's hair turn green!" Fred complained."But instead, it makes them sneeze purple smoke!" George added.
Roy would examine their concoctions like a professional alchemist.After a few minutes of analyzing, he'd smile faintly and say,
"You're missing a stabilizing charm here. Add powdered moonstone for balance — or better, enchant the packaging to respond to intent. It'll make the prank cleaner and less dangerous."
The twins would stare at him in awe before scribbling notes like madmen.
"Roy, you're either a genius or the best prankster who refuses to prank," George declared one day."Or both," Fred added.
3. Nights of Silence and Secrets
But the real mysteries of Roy's life unfolded after dark.
When the castle fell silent, and the moonlight pooled over the moving staircases, Roy quietly slipped out of the Hufflepuff dormitory.He walked soundlessly, wrapped in the invisibility cloak of alchemy he had created long ago.
His destination — the Forbidden Section of the Library.There, under flickering candlelight, he read books on ancient runes, forgotten enchantments, rare herbs, and the lost arts of magical engineering.He never touched the books of Black Magic — his morals and instincts warned him better than any teacher could.
Sometimes, Articuno appeared beside him, glowing faintly blue, her wings shimmering like ice dust.She would perch beside the table, humming softly as Roy read.
Other times, he retreated into his pocket dimension, where Dvalin, his dragon companion, rested among floating crystals and fields of herbs.There, he planted rare magical plants he collected from the Forbidden Forest — Lunar Asterleaf, Silvervine, Phoenix Bloom, and Moonshade Moss — plants so rare that even the top potion masters would pay fortunes for them.
Under the dim silver light of his pocket world, Roy worked — cultivating herbs, studying their properties, experimenting with potion bases that could heal or strengthen magic itself.
It was his sanctuary — a world untouched by noise, fame, or jealousy.
Whispers in the Forest
Roy's nightly walks sometimes took him into the Forbidden Forest itself.He moved like a ghost, unseen by centaurs and hidden creatures alike.Once, he found a wounded unicorn — and healed it using a combination of alchemy and natural magic, earning the quiet trust of the forest beings.
Other nights, he sensed something darker lurking deeper — a faint, whispering presence that made even the forest hold its breath.He never approached it, but the shadows around that energy seemed to recoil from him, as if recognizing something ancient within his bloodline.
A Calm Before the Storm
By the end of those two months, Roy had become more than a talented student — he was a quiet legend in the making.
The teachers respected his curiosity.Students admired his confidence.His friends found him kind and fascinating.Even the portraits in the corridors whispered his name with intrigue.
And though he never showed it, Roy knew that this calm would not last forever.Something was stirring at Hogwarts — a darkness that watched from the edges.But for now, he smiled, sipping his tea at breakfast as Articuno glided past the enchanted ceiling.
"One step at a time," he murmured to himself."Before the storm, I'll enjoy the peace."