"I don't think my existence can help with what you're worried about."
After a brief exchange, Nicolas Flamel finally said this to Roger.
After gaining a deeper understanding of Roger's dangerousness, Nicolas Flamel did not heed Dumbledore's advice. Instead, he became even more firm in his own beliefs.
"Roger is a person with a sense of proportion."
"He won't act rashly when he's not confident."
"So, what you're worried about will happen a very long time from now."
Because of his promise with Roger, Dumbledore didn't tell Nicolas Flamel the detailed content of the Three-Dimensional Law, but he did mention some general aspects.
For example, once Nicolas Flamel switched to practicing the Three-Dimensional Law, his accumulated knowledge from the past several hundred years would be quickly realized, making him incredibly powerful.
But if Roger's dangerous plans were still a long way off…
"Given Roger's growth rate, are you sure I'll still be capable of stopping him then?"
Nicolas Flamel's strengthening wasn't growth, but the realization of his past. His power had limits.
Once all his foundations became combat power, his progress would no longer keep pace with Roger's.
Unless Nicolas Flamel also learned from Voldemort and pulled some stunts to 'live a second life,' entering a second growth phase.
Pulling stunts was definitely risky.
But if Nicolas Flamel had to stop being human for it, wouldn't that be putting the cart before the horse?
"So, you should just let nature take its course."
.
.
.
On the fifth day of school, after discussing with the Weasley twins why their virtual reality world framework for the summer had failed, Roger finally had some free time to knock on the door of Hogwarts' headmaster's office again.
"To the Ministry of Magic?" Dumbledore frowned slightly upon hearing the reason for Roger's visit.
He was still contemplating his conversation with Nicolas Flamel from yesterday.
"Yes," Roger nodded.
"Voldemort's resurrection cannot be fully dealt with yet, so we can't alert him prematurely."
"But we also can't let him do whatever he wants within the Ministry of Magic."
"Besides, aren't some people trying to cause trouble for me?"
"Might as well handle it all at once."
As he spoke, Roger rubbed his forehead.
Even though he had completed all his studies at Hogwarts, he was living a far more exhausting life than any enrolled student.
Of course, he couldn't blame anyone else for this.
If he hadn't planned so many things so tightly, he wouldn't be this busy.
But there was no other way.
He couldn't stand doing more things and choosing to be lazy.
In a way, this was a residual effect from the battlefield.
Back in the Middle East, Roger truly treated every day as if it were his last.
Many of those habits had continued to this day.
This had nothing to do with willpower; it was simply that some things had been etched into his very bones.
If it were purely magical research, Roger could find joy in solving puzzles and becoming stronger.
But dealing with interpersonal relationships and politics was something Roger truly disliked.
Yet, Roger had to do it.
Not to mention now, but in the future, there would likely be many similar things waiting for him.
Unless he wanted to let certain problems grow unchecked, Roger had to intervene in many matters.
For example, if someone tried to link disaster and slaughter with the Second Magic, Roger would definitely step in to clean house.
"I need to borrow the school's Floo Network fireplace."
"Headmaster Dumbledore, are you coming with me?" Roger asked.
Dumbledore thought for a moment.
He certainly wanted to go along to prevent Roger from causing any major incidents.
But he was the chairman of the International Confederation of Wizards and the speaker of the Wizengamot. His political status in Britain was extraordinary. Would it be appropriate for him to go with Roger?
Dumbledore worried that his actions might be perceived as taking sides.
After all, the matter Roger had to deal with was a political struggle where the Board of Directors and their political opponents would use Roger's technological development as a stage.
He didn't want his existence to potentially escalate the conflict.
After thinking for a moment, Dumbledore had a good idea.
"No, I still have things to do."
"But it's not good for you to go alone."
"In that case, let Professor McGonagall accompany you."
Professor McGonagall had a very good relationship with Roger and was also a reliable person. With her watching, Dumbledore was mostly at ease.
"Oh." Roger showed no reaction.
He had just asked casually and didn't care if Dumbledore actually intended to come.
Anyway, what he had to do this time was just a small matter.
...
"If I remember correctly, Professor McGonagall, you have class this afternoon, don't you?" Roger asked as they walked out of the row of fireplaces framed in gold on both sides of the Ministry of Magic's main hall.
The spatial transmission of the Floo Network was much better than Apparition.
"At three in the afternoon, it's a class for first-year young wizards from Ravenclaw and Gryffindor," Professor McGonagall replied.
And it was now one in the afternoon.
"Then we have plenty of time." Roger didn't want to waste too much time on this matter.
The two of them walked towards the Ministry of Magic's elevator as they spoke.
Roger always felt a special sensation when riding this elevator.
The first time he rode it was to face judgment, and each subsequent visit was with a different identity.
The floor numbers in the Ministry of Magic building were inverted.
The top floor was the first floor, the main hall was the eighth floor, and the Wizengamot courtroom where Roger had been tried was located on the tenth floor underground.
And Roger was going to the first floor this time.
Fudge's office.
But Roger wasn't looking for Fudge.
He didn't have any intention of 'going to his parents'.
"Good afternoon, Minister Fudge."
"Good afternoon, Director Roger." Roger's sudden visit caught Fudge somewhat by surprise.
So he addressed Roger by his title, trying to gauge Roger's intentions.
If Roger didn't object to this title...
Fudge thought of some recent whispers within the Ministry and had an ominous premonition.
"I apologize, but it's inconvenient to discuss certain matters in other parts of the Ministry. After much thought, I believe this place might be the most suitable, so I'm borrowing your space."
"This..." Before Fudge could figure out how to respond.
One of the eyes in Roger's eyes became somewhat vacant.
Then.
*Reverse Apparition!*
A series of strange spatial fluctuations sounded.
Subsequently, as if dumplings were being dropped, several wizards holding important positions within the Ministry of Magic instantly appeared in the Minister's office! "I heard you all have some opinions about me?"
"Now, I am here. If anyone has any opinions, feel free to tell me directly."
"How about it?" Roger said with a smile, looking at the Ministry officials who were completely bewildered and didn't know what had happened.
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