The clock struck nine as snow whispered against the tall windows of the Valvas mansion study.Inside, the air hummed with restrained power — runes etched into marble, the scent of parchment and phoenix fire faint in the corners. Behind the mahogany desk, Roy Valvas sat in silence, eyes calm and bright beneath the lamplight.
Before him stood the most formidable women of his empire:
Venelana Bael, the serene and sharp-eyed CEO of Valvas Group,
Albedo, COO — poised like a statue of perfection, her gaze analytical,
Bela White, CEO of Liyue Store, dignified yet warm,
Nagini, the co-COO, her presence quiet but serpentine in grace,
And Narcissa Black, resplendent in black silk, now standing proudly as one of his Wizengamot proxies.
Roy gestured toward the chairs with a small motion of his hand. "Let's begin."
Valvas Group Report
Venelana placed a stack of crystalline projection papers on the desk, which shimmered to life — graphs of numbers and holographic reports filling the air.
"As of this quarter," she began smoothly, "Valvas Group's market capitalization has reached 10 billion dollars. Our divisions in medicine, cosmetics, finance, automobiles, shipping, technology, oil, and real estate have all exceeded last year's projections."
The charts pulsed with gold and blue light as she continued:
"The R&D division's medical innovations — particularly the new regenerative serum — have pushed us into direct competition with Roche and Pfizer. Meanwhile, the Bael Auto Division's new line of solar models has dominated the European luxury market."
Roy leaned back, expression neutral but eyes sharp, scanning each number faster than humanly possible. He nodded once, satisfied.
"Well done, Venelana. You've handled the board perfectly. Albedo," he turned, "you've kept the logistics and treasury stable even with the global inflation spike."
Albedo bowed slightly, her tone calm.
"Your foresight in diversifying assets through the Singapore trust prevented the losses others suffered. The house's wealth is secure."
Roy allowed himself a faint smile. "Good. Maintain our current pace — but prepare for a defensive expansion in the Pacific trade lane. I want routes secured before Q2."
Both women inclined their heads and exited gracefully, leaving the room for the next report.
Liyue Store Report
Bela White rose next, handing over a sleek silver ledger embossed with the sigil of Liyue — a dragon coiled around a coin.
"The Liyue Store now sits at a yearly market cap of sixty million galleons, my lord," she said, her tone smooth with quiet pride. "We dominate the potion, cosmetic, and alchemy sectors — especially after Skyjade Dynamics' Sky1 broom launch. Our other divisions — herbs and trade alchemy — are expanding steadily."
Roy flipped the pages, eyes narrowing slightly at a specific chart.
"Potion profits increased by 32%… but the Berserker line's black market price doubled," he murmured."We've kept distribution quiet," Bela assured. "Only Borgin & Burkes receives supply. They still don't know the source."
Nagini stepped forward, her voice a soft hum.
"And the investment there is already returning. You currently hold ten percent of Borgin & Burkes — its profits are growing under our silent influence."
Roy nodded approvingly. "Good. Keep the supply limited — scarcity drives value. But I want safeguards; if they trace it, they'll vanish before they ever find a trail."
The Flint–Rosetti War
The atmosphere shifted when Roy's gaze sharpened. "Now… the Flint and Rosetti situation."
Nagini and Bela exchanged a glance before Nagini replied.
"The war has gutted them both. You recall, last year you closed the Flint family's illegal ventures — the smuggling and child experiments. Your forged reports pinned it on the Rosettis."
Bela continued,
"The fallout was devastating. The Flints faced sanctions from across Europe; the Rosettis retaliated with assassinations and political sabotage. Now, both families are exhausted. Their resources are burned, their influence halved."
Roy tapped his finger against the desk, considering. "So the Ministry has no stable northern merchant alliance left…"
Narcissa's cool, measured tone entered then, "Which leaves a vacuum, Roy. A vacuum that Skyjade Dynamics or Liyue's trade arm could fill — quietly."
Roy's lips curved slightly. "Exactly what I was thinking."
He stood, the firelight flickering against his golden eyes. "We'll move in two weeks. Nagini — assess surviving assets from both houses. Bela, prepare cover negotiations through neutral channels. If anyone asks…" he paused, his voice soft and calm,
"...this was simply a business opportunity too good to ignore."
The women nodded, understanding perfectly.
Closing the Meeting
As they rose, Roy leaned back in his chair again, stretching slightly — the young lord beneath the candlelight, looking every bit the sovereign he was born to be.
"You've all done well," he said quietly, sincerity threading his calm voice. "Rest tonight. You've earned it."
When they left the room, the study fell into silence — only the crackle of the fireplace and the rustle of pages remained. Roy gazed at the world map hanging behind his desk — points of light marking Valvas influence across continents and magical trade routes.
"Medicine, potions, finance… muggle and magical alike," he murmured, eyes thoughtful. "Soon, the gap between both worlds will no longer exist — and when that day comes, House Valvas will already stand at the center."
The flamelight reflected in his golden irises, and the phoenix insignia above his desk glowed faintly — a symbol of rebirth, and of a boy who was quietly building an empire that neither Dumbledore nor Fudge could yet comprehend.