The Quidditch match today went exactly as Roger expected.
Not long after the game started, Harry caught the Golden Snitch, ending the match.
The audience barely had time to sit down before it was over. Compared to the usual games that could last for hours, this was ridiculous!
Looking at Harry, who was surrounded by the ecstatic Gryffindor team, the stunned Slytherin players, and the Gryffindor students who stood frozen for almost ten seconds before remembering to celebrate, Roger knew he had come at the right time.
Roger had ultimately decided to attend the Quidditch match, but not to see whether Harry was disappointed.
Roger wasn't that sentimental.
Instead, he suddenly recalled that when he modified Harry's nervous system, there was a bit of "after-sales service" he hadn't explained.
As the saying goes, you can teach someone with words, but experience teaches best. A month ago, the timing wasn't right.
But now… maybe it was.
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The Quidditch match had been over for a while before the crowd around their "hero" Harry finally began to disperse.
For Gryffindor, this match was historic. Not only had they won, but they had also set a new record for the fastest Quidditch game in Hogwarts history.
A moment worthy of celebration.
Once the excitement faded and the crowd thinned out, Roger quietly approached Harry.
But he noticed something was off—Harry didn't look like a triumphant young man at the peak of his glory.
He looked… lost.
"…Roger? What are you doing here?" Seeing Roger, Harry rubbed his face, adjusted his expression, and smiled.
After being classmates with Roger for over two months, Harry couldn't say he fully understood him, but he had gotten a general idea of his personality.
Roger rarely did anything unnecessary.
If you asked for his help, he would help. If you asked a question, he would answer. If something displeased him, he would step in. But he would never go out of his way to chat or play games.
It was as if he wanted to spend every second buried in books.
If Roger actively sought someone out, there was no doubt—he had something important to say.
"It's nothing. I originally wanted to give you some advice, but…" Roger noticed Harry's strange mood.
Fate was changing again?
"What advice?" Harry asked quickly, as if trying to change the subject.
Since Harry wanted to talk about this first, Roger didn't mind.
Roger curled his finger, and a small stone from the ground floated into his hand.
"Harry, you know I can perform silent, wandless Levitation Charms, right?"
Harry nodded.
Roger's skill in the Levitation Charm and Transfiguration was well known to anyone who paid attention.
"Then, are you interested in competing with me to see whose Levitation Charm is better?" Roger asked.
Harry immediately waved his hand. "I'd definitely lose that match."
"Then do you think anyone would be interested in watching us compete?"
"…Maybe." Even if he was destined to lose, the duel between a Seer and the Savior would still attract some attention.
"And if we did it every day for months, would people still be interested? Would you feel like these one-sided matches were a kind of torture?"
Harry fell silent. He was smart—he understood what Roger was getting at.
"Harry, your skill is far beyond the other players, and Quidditch is a sport where a Seeker's ability can determine the match in an instant," Roger said directly, not playing word games.
"If you keep playing like this…"
That was enough.
"But in the end, your life is yours to decide. I just wanted to make sure you were aware of this," Roger said casually. "If you enjoy it, that's your choice."
Honestly, Quidditch was just a sport to Roger. He didn't care how it evolved within Hogwarts or whether Harry's dominance would make other students lose interest.
What he really worried about was Harry going from a rising star to someone Quidditch fans avoided. The pressure that would come with that change… would it hurt Harry?
After all, it was Roger who had modified Harry's nervous system.
If his actions ended up casting a shadow over Harry's life, that was something Roger didn't want to see.
So, he had come to provide this "after-sales service." If Harry insisted on playing this way, then whatever happened—good or bad—would be his own choice. Roger wouldn't interfere.
Roger was willing to help others, but he wasn't about to clean up messes people made for themselves.
"Well, that's the warning done. Let's talk about something else," Roger said. But instead of asking a question, he simply stared into Harry's eyes.
He was curious—where had fate diverged this time?
If Harry refused to talk, Roger wouldn't pry.
Under Roger's gaze, Harry hesitated for a few seconds before finally speaking.
"…I miss my family."
Of course, by "family," he didn't mean the Dursleys. He missed his parents.
Even though Dumbledore had removed the Mirror of Erised and he had resolved to move on, the illusion of love it had shown him had stirred something deep inside.
Now, when his friends were gone and silence surrounded him, the loneliness crept in.
"I see." Roger had thought it was some other shift in fate.
Looking at Harry's forlorn expression, Roger thought for a moment, then said, "Harry."
"Death is not the end of everything."
Harry looked at Roger, not understanding what he meant.
"The power of magic… can be strong enough to bend time and space," Roger said, recalling how Harry and his friends had "cheated time" in Prisoner of Azkaban to save Buckbeak from execution.
"The dead may not be truly gone. If you become strong enough, you might be able to change everything."
"Of course, it's an extremely dangerous and forbidden path. If you choose to walk it, you have to be ready to risk everything—not just your life, but even the very existence of your past self."
"If you have the resolve, I can tell you a little about this forbidden knowledge…"
"But if not, forget I ever said anything."
Roger watched as Harry's eyes widened.
Growing up without love, treated like a burden by the Dursleys, the Mirror of Erised had revealed his deepest desire—to be with his family.
His answer was obvious.
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