Roger's current magical path, strictly speaking, was just beginning.
Although he had learned a lot through Professor McGonagall's books.
It was like how an ordinary person understanding the concept of higher mathematics doesn't mean they can do it; they still have to start with 1+1=2 and 2x2=4.
Roger's precognitive sense allowed him to quickly convert his knowledge into practical applications once he had fully mastered a 'skill'.
But it couldn't accelerate his learning process.
Many of the spells he learned quickly were purely due to his high innate talent, not his prophecy ability.
His prophecy ability brought Roger acceleration in invention and research within the realms related to the human body and self, not in basic learning, nor could it conjure up a desired technique out of thin air.
When looking up at the stars, one must still keep their feet on the ground.
Just like his own magical research, after deciding not to involve Harry and to handle the Philosopher's Stone matter himself, Roger's plan was to take things one step at a time.
If they could talk, they would talk it out properly. If they couldn't talk it out properly, they would talk with weapons. If weapons couldn't settle it, then he would resort to the final plan.
...Although Voldemort was currently just a remnant soul and not very strong in terms of power, even a broken ship still has three pounds of nails. If he had any trump cards, it would be bad if any professor or student got hurt.
The troll incident was quickly resolved.
A low-intelligence magical creature could be dealt with quickly by the professors once its location was confirmed.
And Professor Quirrell, who was stunned by Roger's words and confirmed that the Philosopher's Stone was on Roger, did not cause any trouble as he would have in his original fate.
Instead, at midnight, when everything seemed to have calmed down, he arrived on the eighth floor of Hogwarts Castle, next to a tapestry with an embroidery.
"Professor, you're not going to report me for breaking school rules by being out at night, are you?" Roger, who had been waiting there for a long time, said to Professor Quirrell as he finally arrived, in a joking tone.
At this moment, Professor Quirrell showed none of his usual timid demeanor from class, where he wouldn't even dare to make eye contact with students.
Instead, his face was filled with gloom, and his eyes were cold.
"You didn't ask me to come here to say these boring things, did you?" Quirrell's mouth didn't move at all; another low voice came from behind his head.
Back in the Great Hall, after Roger had quietly revealed his identity, he had arranged for them to meet here tonight, which was why he was present.
Voldemort was in a very bad mood right now.
He had thought that this Seer couldn't predict him, or wouldn't bother to meddle, and would leave him alone.
But he hadn't expected him to undermine him by waiting for him here! "Alright, it seems you're not interested in idle chat, so let's get straight to the point. Can you give me some face regarding our previous conversation?" Roger said with a smile.
"On what grounds?" Voldemort's reply was concise.
Voldemort wasn't always so powerful; on his path to growth, he had also feigned compliance with others.
But why should he yield now? A mere 11-year-old Seer who barely knew any magic, expecting him, Voldemort, to retreat three feet with just a few words? What a joke!
Roger didn't answer directly but said, "I'm actually doing this for your own good."
"You weren't going to get this Philosopher's Stone anyway, so why waste your effort."
"...A prophecy?" Voldemort heard the implied meaning in Roger's words.
Then he let out a dismissive, light laugh: "I am the master of destiny, don't try to fool me with riddles."
Voldemort was a man who believed in destiny, as evidenced by the number of his Horcruxes and the events concerning Harry.
But Voldemort was never one to obey destiny! He studied Arithmancy precisely to master destiny and use its power to achieve greater accomplishments.
It wasn't that Harry Potter was destined to be the savior; it was that Voldemort chose Harry Potter, and that's how he became the savior!
...It's quite ironic, isn't it? The more clearly people can see destiny, the more they want to play the role of defying it, even when they are normally profiting from destiny's power.
The Seer said he couldn't obtain the Philosopher's Stone? Voldemort refused to believe it.
"Master of destiny?" Roger recalled Voldemort's original fate, where he, like some figure from Greek mythology, created his own downfall with his own hands, and shook his head helplessly.
"It seems I can't convince you with just words."
"How about this, let's play a little game." As he spoke, Roger took the final step he had been delaying and pushed open a door that had appeared on the wall at some unknown time.
The Room of Requirement would appear after walking past this wall three times.
Fortunately, Roger had long anticipated that things might not go smoothly, so he had other preparations.
"I heard Mr. Voldemort is a man who likes to study destiny, but have you ever been enemies with a true Seer in your life?"
By the time Voldemort rose to power, Grindelwald had already been imprisoned by Dumbledore.
And besides Grindelwald, those in the wizarding world at present, while possessing some prophetic ability, were still a far cry from being called Seers, let alone powerful ones.
"Don't you find it a bit regrettable?"
The door opened to reveal the Room of Requirement, a vast, empty space that resembled the Quidditch pitch at Hogwarts.
Sensing the scene within the door, Voldemort guessed what Roger was about to do, and the corner of his mouth under his turban curled into an interested arc: "What game do you want to play?"
"What do you think is the difference in strength between me and Professor Quirrell?"
Voldemort thought for a moment: "Your potential is very high, but it hasn't manifested yet. From my usual observations of you, you know no more than 30 spells, and most of them are not mastered. You should only be proficient in Transfiguration, the Levitation Charm, and the spells you've developed yourself."
"Your Transfiguration should be at a level where it can be directly used in combat, which is quite rare. Your Mental Power level is also decent, but... you shouldn't have any experience fighting wizards."
"As for Quirrell, although he's a piece of trash, he barely meets the standards of an ordinary Hogwarts faculty wizard. If you were to fight head-on, I'd say it's about a 70-30 split. Quirrell 7, you 3." Voldemort stated truthfully.
Hearing Voldemort say that, Roger didn't retort but instead nodded, "Alright, then I'll announce the rules of the game."
"The rules are very simple, just a few sentences to explain."
"If Professor Quirrell defeats me in a head-on magical duel, the Philosopher's Stone will be yours. I'll even wager one of my arms. The battle won't be decided in a single round, nor in a best-of-three. Instead, from this moment until the end of this academic year, Professor Quirrell will have one chance to challenge me each week."
"As long as he wins any single round, you win."
"The condition is that you can guide him with words or help him improve his strength by teaching him magical knowledge, but you cannot directly intervene in the battle. You also cannot attempt to obtain the Philosopher's Stone by any other means before the end of your game with me."
"Of course, I also won't use any power beyond my own to influence the battle, such as calling other professors to intervene."
"How about it?" Roger asked casually.
Voldemort did a rough calculation. From now until the end of the school year in June, with one challenge per week, that would be about 34 chances to challenge. And he could also provide guidance from the sidelines.
34 battles, and just one win would be enough.
"Hehehe, this is interesting. I accept." Voldemort didn't believe his judgment could be wrong. Even if Roger's strength differed from his estimation, it wouldn't be by much.
Therefore, Voldemort understood the true 'mystery' of this game with Roger.
This little Seer wanted to let him witness how a Seer plays with destiny!
He wanted to make him understand that obtaining the Philosopher's Stone from him was impossible.
Fine, since he wanted to play, Voldemort certainly wouldn't back down from the challenge!
As it happened, Voldemort was also curious about how the power of destiny would manifest in the hands of a Seer.
Would he try to snatch it away now? Voldemort didn't think a Seer who dared to come wouldn't have a backup plan.
"Then, it's a deal." Roger extended his right hand, making a gesture as if to shake hands.
This seemingly friendly gesture made Professor Quirrell's pupils involuntarily contract.
[Spell - Unbreakable Vow!]
Once an agreement was made, if it wasn't fulfilled as required, one would be killed by the backlash of the spell!
Quirrell carefully recalled the 'conditions' just stated. After confirming there were no traps, he took Roger's hand with a slight tremor in his arm.
"Both of you?" Roger asked with a hint of confusion in his voice.
After a few seconds of silence, Voldemort manipulated Quirrell's other hand to also grasp Roger's.
The three parties confirmed the content of the vow.
The spell was cast!
At this point, Roger revealed a satisfied smile.
Now he wouldn't have to worry about any unforeseen circumstances that could lead to other students and professors getting hurt.
Roger abandoned his original path of destiny because he didn't want Harry's heart to be damaged.
But he also didn't want any innocent people to get hurt because of his choice.
Therefore.
He would bear everything himself!
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