His breathing was rapid, his hair and forehead soaked with cold sweat.
Harry's pupils were slightly dilated, as if he had just run 3000 meters.
Roger hadn't seen the later movies, but he had seen short video clips focusing on Snape.
Snape was quite popular in his previous life; he'd stumbled upon a clip once.
This time, Roger had expanded on the death scenes he'd seen before, rendered them with his own thought-processing technology to enhance realism, and added some details. When presenting them to Harry, the experience should be almost identical to living through it himself.
"Just now..." After a while, Harry, having escaped that terrifying sense of death, opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.
"That was a possible future if I hadn't existed."
"Voldemort returned with his body fully restored, and everyone at Hogwarts fought, dying one by one."
"Don't make that ugly face. Since I'm here, the future won't develop in that direction."
But this time, Roger misunderstood. The real reason for Harry's grim expression was...
"Voldemort is really still alive?!"
Before enrolling, he had asked Hagrid about Voldemort. Hagrid had given an ambiguous answer, like, 'Some people think he's dead, others say all sorts of things, but I think he's still alive.'
And now, this question that had been lingering in his mind was suddenly confirmed by Roger.
"Of course, he's still alive, and he's at Hogwarts right now."
"..." Harry was a bit numb from the sheer amount of information he'd received today.
"But you don't need to worry. With Dumbledore, the professors, and me, Voldemort, without his full strength, can't cause much trouble. You can continue your studies with peace of mind."
Harry, who had been silent, suddenly realized that the world might never have been as simple as he perceived it. It was Roger, Dumbledore, and others who shielded him from all the storms, allowing him to live a peaceful life.
Only now, a corner of the real world had just been revealed before his eyes.
"Alright, you've rested enough. We still need to visit other professors."
"Fortunately, your parents were both well-known figures within the school. We should be able to piece together their general experiences during their time here, as well as some events after graduation, quite quickly."
As he spoke, Roger pulled Harry along towards the next professor's office.
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"Not going to struggle any longer?" Roger asked with a smile.
Roger finished with Harry's matters quickly.
And while Harry was immersed in the stories of his parents that Roger had 'borrowed' from various professors, Roger hadn't been idle.
Besides his usual magical research, he had another important task now.
Continuing his agreement with Voldemort, using Quirrell as a conduit, he would engage in remote combat with Voldemort weekly.
Initially, Voldemort would teach Quirrell some magic to ascertain if Roger's prophecies were truly as infallible as they seemed.
But once he confirmed that Roger's prophecies had no exploitable flaws, Voldemort stopped teaching Quirrell.
Continuing to do so would be pointless, other than making this young Seer more familiar with his methods.
"We'll talk next time." After ending today's fight, Voldemort ignored Roger's continued challenge.
In reality, Voldemort wasn't entirely without a chance to turn the tables.
He still had one last move.
Voldemort was proficient in various Dark Magics, including some evil rituals that, at the cost of life, could squeeze a wizard's potential. Perhaps there was a slim chance of a violent breakthrough.
But this "life for life" approach had two problems. First, according to the contract, Voldemort couldn't directly interfere in the fight, so Quirrell had to personally set up the ritual and willingly sacrifice himself.
Second, after suffering a setback with the young Seer, Voldemort had experienced a rare sense of powerlessness.
Looking back at the Hogwarts library, Voldemort suddenly realized that in some aspects, he still had room for improvement.
The more he knew, the more he felt his own immaturity.
Voldemort didn't want to give up the convenient identity of 'Quirrell' anytime soon.
"Fine," Roger didn't press, though he felt a bit regretful.
Sparring with Quirrell had not only greatly enhanced his experience in fighting wizards but also allowed him to test many new spells, raising his mastery of magic to a new level.
If possible, Roger still wanted a couple more matches.
The door to the Room of Requirement opened, and the two returned to the eighth-floor tapestry at Hogwarts, then walked in the same direction.
After their fights, they usually went to the library. Of course, they read separately; they just walked together because it was on the way.
Today was slightly different. Feeling that his Alchemy Eye was on the verge of success, and that he was only one step away from preliminary Eternal Life, Roger suddenly had a question for Voldemort.
"Voldemort," Roger said, snapping his fingers as he spoke, casting a small, localized silencing charm.
Quirrell beside him showed no reaction, but Roger knew he was listening.
"I recall your goal was infinite life and supreme power, correct?"
"What?" Voldemort spoke through Quirrell.
He was a little curious why this young Seer was suddenly talking to him about this.
"Do you really think Horcruxes can grant you eternal life, and that a ragtag army like the Death Eaters can give you supreme power?"
Voldemort didn't react much to Roger's immediate mention of Horcruxes or his calling the Death Eaters a ragtag army.
After all, the other person was a Seer, so it was normal for him to know a lot. Compared to Grindelwald's saints, the Death Eaters and the previous great Seer of the wizarding world were indeed slightly inferior in terms of purity.
"The physical body is not important to wizards; will is our great source."
"The true power of Horcruxes lies not only in giving me multiple chances to resurrect."
"More importantly, it can engrave my soul. I can permanently fix my will from different periods of time."
Voldemort did not shy away from this topic. If unqualified people spoke, it would offend him, and he would kill them.
But this young Seer was qualified to discuss this with him.
Voldemort was even a little curious how Roger, a fellow traveler on the path to eternal life, viewed his Horcruxes.
Roger nodded. If calculated according to his own immature arrangement of longevity, agelessness, immortality, and indestructibility:
Voldemort had already reached the stage of 'immortality' and completed the initial phase of immortality.
Disdain for the physical body, eternal life for the soul.
Engraving the will, agelessness for the mind.
Fragmenting the soul and multiplying, rebirth even in death.
But…
"And then what?"
"What 'then'?" Voldemort didn't understand what Roger was asking.
"Horcruxes at this stage are far from being called eternal life, are they?"
"Do you know that people in the Department of Mysteries are researching time? If someone were willing to pay with their life to go back decades and prevent your parents from meeting, wouldn't you just disappear? Ten thousand Horcruxes would be useless."
Roger looked at Voldemort seriously, asking his true doubts: "Your goal is eternal life, and you're also doing major things like ruling the world. Countless wizards will become your enemies, and any kind of attack could fall upon you."
"Time, fate, or even other more terrifying methods – your path to eternal life still has significant shortcomings."
"Why did you stop progressing after completing the Horcruxes and eagerly step onto the historical stage?"
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