Chapter 54: Snape: Roger Is the Greatest Prophet

“Of course.” Roger had indeed said so, and Harry responded without hesitation.

A prophecy from the Seer is almost a destined fate, with only a rare few capable of breaking it.

The moment Harry gave his answer, the dim world that had clouded Snape’s eyes for eleven years shattered and changed.

“So… how do you plan to resurrect Lily?” Snape asked cautiously, a stark contrast to his roar just a minute ago. As he spoke, his back seemed to bend slightly.

“I can’t say,” Harry replied firmly.

Resurrecting one’s parents was a matter that could be disclosed. After all, Harry would have to learn many skills and spells related to reviving the dead in the future—this was impossible to keep secret.

Nor was there any need to hide it.

Just as many in the wizarding world pursued immortality, reviving the dead was something numerous wizards eager to reclaim lost loved ones had long studied.

As long as one didn’t show signs of severe illegality—like abducting people for experiments—few would interfere.

But time travel was absolutely forbidden to disclose.

Traversing far back in time in a reckless attempt to alter history was a grave taboo strictly forbidden by all senior wizards and Muggle authorities worldwide!

If anyone discovered Harry intended to do this—and that he had the ability—then even his title as the “Chosen One” and the meaning behind it might not save him.

Snape opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end, he said nothing.

Snape understood the difficulty of resurrection intimately—after all, how could he not have thought about personally turning back the clock?

He had failed, and countless others trying to save their loved ones had failed as well.

So… how was Harry going to succeed?

Snape could hardly imagine.

Yet he could roughly guess that since Harry refused to say, his method was most likely some forbidden magic the world would never permit.

As the saying goes, success depends on secrecy.

Snape never wished for even the slightest obstacle to Lily’s resurrection.

If, due to impatience and a desire to know the details now, Lily’s resurrection were to fail, Snape feared he might truly lose his mind.

Seeing Snape’s expression, Harry pondered what he could reveal, then said, “Our method is arduous; it may take years, even decades, before there is a glimmer of hope, but I will do my utmost.”

“No matter what dangers lie ahead…”

Smack!

Halfway through Harry’s sentence, Snape’s hand slammed heavily on his shoulder.

Then Harry saw the professor fix him with a piercing, intimidating gaze and say sternly, “No matter what dangers lie ahead, I will tear them to shreds!”

Ignoring Harry’s stunned silence from being interrupted, Snape straightened and waved his wand; a piece of paper flew into Harry’s palm.

With another wave, ink appeared on the white paper in a line of characters.

If Roger were here, he would surely recognize it instantly.

“Harry, take this.”

Snape pressed the slip into Harry’s hand. Harry instinctively looked down and was shocked to see it was a blank borrowing slip for the Restricted Section of the Hogwarts Library.

Moreover, it had no book title—allowing the bearer to borrow any book freely!

“Come by again tomorrow morning. I’ll give you some things. Remember, no matter what dangers or troubles you face, come to me first.”

Though Snape’s face showed no trace of a smile, Harry could feel that Snape’s promise at this moment was more trustworthy than an unbreakable vow.

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“Are you kidding me?”

“What?” Goyle instinctively responded while pulling out some snacks from his pocket.

Draco Malfoy paid no attention to what Goyle was doing and continued, “I mean the potion class just now.”

“Damn it, are we really Slytherins, or is that bastard Harry the real Slytherin?”

“...Could it be that Professor Snape has been swapped out by someone using a Polyjuice Potion?” Draco’s face was full of disbelief.

Previously, Snape’s attitude toward Harry had been unmistakably hostile to everyone, but now…

Hiss!

Those puzzled by Snape’s behavior were not just young wizards like Malfoy; even wizards like Hagrid, who had always been paying attention to Harry, were baffled.

But they were destined never to get answers. Harry’s mindset was different; he would not reveal secrets, and Snape, who had lived his life in solitude, would never explain himself to outsiders.

Only Roger knew everything.

Harry would not disclose secrets, but in his eyes, Roger was different. Besides, Harry did not believe he could hide anything from a Seer.

Thud!

The sound of a heavy object hitting the floor rang out.

“Careful, Harry, those are alchemical items—put them down gently!” Hermione’s voice came from nearby.

“It’s fine, these things aren’t that fragile,” Roger waved off the worry.

Professor McGonagall had been quick; the Geiger counter arrived yesterday, and he had already discarded the lead coffin casing.

“...Sorry,” Harry, called over by Roger to help, scratched his temple sheepishly.

Though Roger said it was no problem, Harry still apologized for his momentary distraction.

“By the way, I really appreciate your help this time,” Roger said with a smile.

Since he had come to Hogwarts, he naturally wanted to observe local customs.

For example, preparing gifts for the children for the upcoming holiday.

But although Roger’s body was that of an eleven-year-old, his true age was not. Even if he had once been eleven, that had been in the 21st century. With a three-year generational gap, how could he know what children liked in the 20th century?

So he asked Harry, Hermione, and Neville to help him choose.

Why not Ron? He was too big-mouthed; if the gifts lacked surprises, it wouldn’t feel quite right.

“It’s no trouble at all. I’m happy to help,” Neville said from another corner of Roger’s alchemy storeroom, where he was tidying items.

He was always forgetful and often got into trouble during classes. Roger had helped him resolve many issues. Though forgetful, Neville would never forget those favors.

“Roger, what’s this?” After speaking, Hermione walked over holding a small spherical object about the size of a small orange.

This was Roger’s alchemy storeroom, filled with products from his recent alchemical experiments.

Most of them were “failures.”

Of course, “failure” was judged only by research goals.

For instance, a magic ring called the “Second Heart” that could restart blood circulation in someone whose heartbeat had stopped.

Roger aimed to reconstruct the human body’s material circulation system through alchemy but had not achieved sufficient strength—so it was a failure.

Another was the “X-ray glasses” granting the wearer the ability to see through objects.

This was a failed product from Roger’s attempt to develop an alchemical device capable of observing the quantum world beyond material appearances.

These glasses only allowed toggling via a compass on the frame to see through clothes, skin, or flesh. It was of no help to Roger’s magical progress and thus discarded alongside the Second Heart in the scrap pile.

Most failed items here bore labels indicating their purpose. Hermione, Harry, and the others sifted through them to find small gadgets suitable as gifts for young wizards that would not cause trouble.

Yet some alchemical items had no labels at all.

This was Roger’s private storeroom. The labeled ones were from before Roger developed his “Second Brain” with absolute memory, a measure to prevent forgetting or mixing up their functions.

After acquiring absolute memory, such labels became unnecessary.

The item Hermione brought over now was one of those unlabeled, later-stage alchemical works. Roger glanced at it and smiled faintly.

“You really found something interesting.”

“This is a failed product created during the upgrade of my Second Brain.”

“Want to try it out?”

Hermione fiddled with the little sphere in her hand, puzzled. “Second Brain? What does it do?”

“Well…” Roger thought for a moment.

It was a bit complicated to explain.

But he quickly devised a fitting description: “It lets you see a little bit of what the world looks like through my eyes.”

When he finished speaking, not only Hermione but also Neville and the occasionally absent-minded Harry wore expressions full of curiosity.

The world through Roger’s eyes…

They were all eager to find out what it was like!