If Voldemort, whose magic was profound enough to sense Roger's power, considered Roger an absolute 'monster,' then in the eyes of other ordinary students, Roger was a 'weirdo.'
Anyone who chatted with him felt comfortable due to his polite and composed demeanor.
In class, he could quickly cast almost all spells successfully, demonstrating powerful proficiency at an astonishing speed.
He maintained a slight distance, never getting too close or roughhousing with anyone.
He remained on the fringes of the group, always reading, and scribbling indecipherable content in his notebook, possessing a mystery and a touch of madness reminiscent of a 'Seer.'
To many ordinary students, Roger was an extremely contradictory figure.
However, one thing was certain.
No one dared to provoke him.
Especially after several Slytherins, whether they had offended someone, were ill-informed, or were simply out of their minds, tried to cause trouble for Roger. Roger had turned them into 'balloons' with the Levitation Charm, leaving them to float around him for hours, utterly humiliated.
Beyond his politeness, Roger was also someone who would act decisively.
After receiving the answer, "Mysterious and powerful, and a good person who protects his companions," from Harry Potter, Quirrell was not satisfied. He desired something deeper, not just superficialities.
"I heard Roger is researching things related to Eternal Life?" Quirrell asked, seemingly casually.
When Roger had mentioned this to him, he spoke of it as if it were as trivial as what he was having for fried chicken that night.
Either he didn't think it needed to be kept secret at all, or he was truly using a subtle approach to hint at something.
Quirrell wanted to probe Harry indirectly.
"Well... that's true," Harry replied calmly after thinking for a moment.
Having grown up in a Muggle family, Harry didn't see anything wrong with seeking Eternal Life.
Muggle wizarding stories featured many ancient wizards who lived for a very long time, and the collectible cards from his Chocolate Frog snacks on the Hogwarts Express even listed information about Headmaster Dumbledore.
That was a wizard over 100 years old! So, in Harry's eyes, wizards were meant to live long lives, and wanting to live even longer wasn't strange.
"He also asked if I was interested, but I thought Wizard Chess was more interesting."
Hogwarts classes did not have fixed seating arrangements; instead, students could choose their seats more freely.
During class, Harry sometimes sat next to Roger.
At the time, he had secretly glanced at Roger's densely packed notes filled with various annotations, and looking at them sent a chill down Harry's spine.
Roger had thought Harry was interested in this at the time... Eternal Life was an extremely long path, and immortality was merely the first insignificant step on the road to Eternal Life. Roger didn't mind company on this arduous journey, but unfortunately, Harry had refused.
"He also seemed to ask Neville?" Harry Potter added uncertainly.
Quirrell nodded.
Alright, there was no need to ask further.
He had indeed been overthinking it.
This Seer was simply a monster who had wanted to research Eternal Life since he was eleven, not someone playing the usual riddle game of the Daily Prophet.
Quirrell, now completely at ease, cast a meaningful glance at Harry Potter before turning to leave.
From now on, the vast majority of his energy would be focused on obtaining the Philosopher's Stone.
He would maintain only the most basic level of vigilant attention towards Roger.
And, if the opportunity arose, it would be even better to eliminate Harry Potter for his master.
...In the wizarding world, prophecies were not mere ramblings of soothsayers; they possessed real power.
After a prophecy was made, a ritualistic power would emerge, forming something akin to 'destiny.' If left unchecked or if one actively pushed it forward, this power would manifest in a terrifying way at crucial moments over time.
Whether forced or willing, he was now on the Dark Lord's ship and couldn't get off.
Eliminating Harry Potter while he was still weak could not only increase his standing in his master's eyes but also prevent the Dark Lord from failing again at the hands of the Savior, thus implicating himself.
Professor Quirrell suppressed his chaotic and struggling heart, fully accepting the Dark Lord as his master. As he walked away from Harry with his back turned, a deep... murderous intent flashed in his eyes! And Voldemort, hidden beneath the turban, showed a hint of a sneer at the corner of his mouth.
It was unclear who it was directed at.
"Hiss!" Harry suddenly gasped.
"Harry, what's wrong?" Ron asked, leaning closer upon hearing Harry's movement.
Ron, born into a large family with seven children, had also been somewhat overlooked in his own home and had few friends growing up.
He cherished the friendship he had with Harry just as much.
"It's nothing, just a bit of a headache." Being cared for by a friend warmed Harry's heart, and even the pain from his scar seemed to lessen slightly.
Wait.
The last time his scar had hurt was...
Harry Potter looked around.
As expected, in the distance behind him, he saw Snape's dark, imposing, and repulsive figure in his black robes.
Although he disliked Snape, Harry Potter would not disrespect a professor to his face, nor did he think it was a wise decision for a student to accuse a professor without evidence.
So Harry Potter's expression merely changed, and after greeting the Potions class professor, he tugged on Ron's sleeve and quickly turned to leave.
Snape, meanwhile, remained silent the entire time, staring at Harry like a bat lurking in the shadows.
Only after Quirrell's figure completely disappeared from his peripheral vision and Harry's figure vanished from his sight did Severus Snape withdraw his gaze, which had been quietly fixed on both of them for a long time.
He turned and walked in the direction Quirrell had disappeared.
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Roger was unaware that in another corner of Hogwarts, a small incident involving him had just occurred.
Even if he had known, he wouldn't have cared at all.
At this moment, Roger had focused all his energy on his new magic experiment.
After a long period of theoretical design, discussions with many professors on technical details, and verification with the Transfiguration master Professor McGonagall, the magical development concerning his path to Eternal Life could finally begin its first practical step!
"These things I bought just in case, I didn't expect they'd actually be useful."
Roger took out a package from his luggage, about the height of a computer case but narrower.
"Mitsubishi Blood Collection Needle."
"Glass Slide."
After unpacking, Roger organized the items.
"And this, the most crucial part... Microscope!"
With everything prepared, Roger waved his wand.
"Show me a miracle... Transfiguration!!"
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