Similar to the Deathly Hallows, magical items with legendary properties like the Philosopher's Stone inherently accumulate a vast amount of collective thought.
In this magical world, human thought truly possesses power.
As the Three-Dimensional Theory develops, it requires the continuous acquisition of new medium dimensions and their promotion to higher-order medium dimensions that are easier to manipulate.
But how can new medium dimensions be obtained?
For things with concrete physical properties like lightning, fire, and flashes of light, it's straightforward; by using the body as a carrier for modification and connection, a way can always be found.
But... how can abstract concepts without direct counterparts, such as death, vectors, and order, become medium dimensions that one can control? At this moment, Roger suddenly felt that the alchemical items created by the External Object Path in the past, which were essentially 'crystallized thought magic,' might offer a breakthrough!
Perhaps, one day, he could dismantle the 'Extraordinary Traits' within these alchemical holy artifacts and transform them into one of his own steps towards ascension.
Roger wasn't entirely sure if this method would work, but just as he didn't know how far the Three-Dimensional Theory could go, he still chose to pursue it.
Since there was a possibility, it was worth trying, as it was better than doing nothing.
Of course, there was no need to explain such things in detail to Harry.
After such a long period of campus life, even if Roger was usually oblivious to how he was perceived by others, he had realized one thing.
Everyone was overly superstitious about his Seer abilities! In the wizarding world, prophecies, like thoughts, had tangible power.
Because Roger didn't have the bad habit of being cryptic like other seers, many of his 'spoilers' were delivered in a very ordinary and natural tone.
This resulted in a situation that gave Roger a bit of a headache.
A casual remark from him could be taken as a prophecy!
Roger now understood why many powerful seers, who could observe the future with greater ease, preferred to be cryptic, just like those amateur prophets.
If you're not cryptic, people will arbitrarily twist your words to suit themselves; but if you are cryptic, others can't even attempt to misinterpret you.
However, Roger had absolutely no interest in speaking in riddles, so he was being extremely cautious now.
He tried not to use overly certain tones when speaking.
He shouldn't give others false hope for things that were still just a distant possibility.
A small hint to prepare Harry mentally was enough.
"I see... I understand." Roger wasn't sure what Harry understood, but seeing that his mood had clearly improved, Roger didn't say anything further.
Hogwarts' Christmas banquet proceeded very smoothly, without any other disruptions.
Although some students wondered why Professor Quirrell hadn't been seen all day, and that he was a professor who stayed at school, no one mentioned it further.
Children were more concerned with the delicious food in front of them than the affairs of adults.
...
The children had a very happy Christmas, but for the adult wizards, it was a sleepless night.
Of course, it wasn't because of the Three-Dimensional Theory that Roger had shared with Dumbledore.
Dumbledore knew that if this thing truly worked, it could overturn everything in existence. He wouldn't easily speak of such a dangerous item without being certain.
What kept the professors awake all night was Quirrell.
The school's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor had 'disappeared,' and this was no small matter for the only magical school in all of Britain.
It was bound to attract attention.
Quirrell's death would definitely have to be announced.
But how he died was another matter.
"A curse, how about that?" Snape suggested expressionlessly.
As one of the parties involved, Snape knew that Quirrell had been sacrificed by Voldemort using Dark Magic.
But this was not something that could be revealed to the outside world.
Currently, Voldemort was in the shadows. If the news of his survival were to be made public and cause widespread panic, it would benefit no one.
"I don't think that's appropriate," McGonagall retorted from the other side, pursing her lips.
"The curse on the Defense Against the Dark Arts post is real, but if you attribute Quirrell's death to a curse, how will you recruit people next year?"
Dumbledore had already mentioned that Snape would be covering the Defense Against the Dark Arts classes for the latter half of the year, and she had no objections to that.
Although Gryffindor and Slytherin were not on good terms, from a teacher's perspective, McGonagall believed Snape was an excellent teacher who could teach the defense class well.
However, the existence of the curse meant that Snape couldn't teach indefinitely, and new recruits would still be needed next year.
If, according to Snape's suggestion, no one dared to apply, what would they do? They couldn't possibly find a clueless novice who knew nothing about Dark Magic and barely understood what a curse was to teach a watered-down class for a year just to prove to the outside world that the curse's 'outbreak period' had passed and it was no longer fatal, could they?
"Then what do you suggest?" Filius Flitwick, the Head of Ravenclaw House and half-goblin, stood on a stool to bring his line of sight level with everyone else.
Such important matters at Hogwarts that required reporting to the Board of Governors and the Ministry of Magic were naturally not Dumbledore's sole decision. The Deputy Headmistress and Head of Gryffindor House, Professor McGonagall, the Head of Slytherin, the Head of Ravenclaw, and the Head of Hufflepuff, all senior figures within the school, naturally had the right to voice their opinions.
"If you have a better method, then proceed with yours." Filius Flitwick wasn't disagreeing with McGonagall; he was simply pointing out that aimless complaining was meaningless, and one had to present a better plan to be constructive.
"I..." Professor McGonagall had just opened her mouth when she was interrupted by Pomona Sprout, the Head of Hufflepuff House.
"Besides the cause of death, you also need to consider Professor Quirrell's own 'character' issue. Professor Quirrell has been at Hogwarts for quite some time, and you should know his past behavior. The fact that he is allied with that one probably involves some twists and turns."
"We should leave some room for maneuver and avoid making definitive judgments."
"..." After hearing Professor Sprout's words, Professor McGonagall swallowed the words that had already reached her lips.
After a period of discussion, and considering various factors, everyone finally agreed on the first version of the plan, which was Snape's 'curse' proposal.
As for how they would recruit a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for the following year, Professor Dumbledore stated that he would find a way.
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.
Roger was a man of his word.
He was also someone who didn't like to procrastinate.
The morning after Christmas, he knocked on the door of Headmaster Dumbledore's office.
"Let's go, Headmaster. We agreed yesterday that I'd show you my progress."
Dumbledore hadn't expected Roger to arrive so early. "I recall you mentioning finding a deserted place. Would the outskirts of London be acceptable?"
But since he was here, and Dumbledore was curious about what Roger had managed to create, he stood up, preparing to use Apparition again.
"The outskirts of London are still too close to people," Roger shook his head.
"Then where do you plan to go?"
Roger smiled slightly. "Can we go to the Pacific?"
"...Go where?" Dumbledore felt that the number of times he'd been bewildered when facing Roger exceeded the total for all his previous years combined.
What on earth is this "progress" of yours?!
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