As soon as he entered, Roger noticed the lingering trace of worry in Professor McGonagall's eyes.
"Professor, has something happened? Is there anything I can help with?" Roger asked earnestly.
Although he had come to see Professor McGonagall on business this time, he wasn't in a hurry. Having been arrested by the Ministry of Magic before, he knew their ways.
While not entirely corrupt, the Ministry was rife with bureaucracy, much like in "Yes, Minister." Or rather, the essence of most departments was the vested interests of powerful wizards and families within the Ministry. With his limited influence, getting anything done would inevitably involve endless wrangling.
In 1689, around the late Ming and early Qing dynasties, the International Statute of Secrecy was finalized, and wizards began to divide their territories according to Muggle national borders.
Each region was led by a few of the strongest local powers (such as the Wizengamot and the Department of Mysteries in the British region). They all established organizations similar to the Ministry of Magic to manage the wizards within their territories.
However, the wizards and factions who had monopolized various magical resources and knowledge were unlikely to willingly relinquish them to be managed by the Ministry.
Some minor factions were crushed by the tide of the times, their knowledge becoming the various magical books sold publicly today. As for the powerful and irreplaceable, they could only be absorbed.
It was like how some countries had their water and electricity supply monopolized by a single family. Countless politicians within the government would have family-provided political donations in their pockets, making it impossible to deal with them, and they would even have to create special positions for these families.
He suspected that obtaining the Undetectable Extension Charm and securing a certain degree of usage rights wouldn't be simple. Even if Professor McGonagall was willing to help him, she would likely have to go through months of approvals across various departments he could reach.
Since he wasn't in a hurry and Professor McGonagall was in trouble, Roger naturally prioritized helping her with her troubles.
Professor McGonagall was not only his initial guide in the wizarding world but had also helped him in many ways. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say she had saved him years of detours.
Roger naturally cared deeply about her difficulties.
Roger never let those who helped him suffer losses.
"It's not exactly a major issue," Professor McGonagall said, waving her hand slightly at Roger's solemn expression.
"It's about Quidditch... alas." A hint of embarrassment crossed Professor McGonagall's face.
Quidditch was a popular sport unique to wizards and the only sport with large-scale matches at Hogwarts.
It was similar to football or basketball, where 'athletes' scored by getting the ball into the goal. The team with the higher score won.
However, Quidditch was a competition where wizards flew on flying broomsticks in the sky, and the balls themselves could fly. It was said to have evolved from wizard aerial combat magic.
The inter-house matches at Hogwarts involved teams from the four houses competing. Last year, Gryffindor had been badly beaten by Slytherin, and as Head of Gryffindor, Minerva McGonagall hadn't dared to face Head of Slytherin, Snape, for weeks.
Snape's sarcastic and venomous tongue was truly something, and she didn't want to court trouble.
Hearing this, a flicker of awkwardness crossed Roger's eyes.
Professor McGonagall had only just begun, and Roger already knew what the problem was. In fact, he was partly to blame.
Since the start of the school year, although he had devoted most of his energy to studying and magical experiments, he hadn't been idle.
For example, if a classmate asked him a question they couldn't answer, he would help them if he had time, as reviewing old material leads to new understanding.
When students caused accidents in class, Roger would help the teachers clean up.
And when Gryffindor students clashed with their old rivals from Slytherin, if he saw it, he would step in to mediate.
They were all classmates, and Roger didn't want to see bullying happening before his eyes.
...Although both Gryffindor and Slytherin students found Roger's rough 'mediation' methods chilling and few were grateful, they were still afraid of him.
Under Roger's 'deterrence,' as long as he was present, Slytherin and Gryffindor students were always very restrained. Therefore...
During flying class, the conflict between Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter never happened. Everyone was attending class obediently; no one dared to act out.
Harry didn't get the chance to display his powerful flying talent in front of everyone and McGonagall... Flying was a dangerous activity, and Madam Hooch, the flying instructor, wouldn't allow students to attempt dangerous maneuvers on their own.
And thus, to this day, Professor McGonagall was still troubled by the graduation of their Seeker, Charlie Weasley, and the Gryffindor Quidditch team's lack of a new, strong Seeker.
The Seeker was the most crucial player position in Quidditch. Quidditch matches had no time limit; the game ended when the Seeker caught the Golden Snitch. If the Snitch couldn't be caught, the game could theoretically go on forever.
With this thought, Roger spoke to confirm, "Is it about the Seeker?"
"Yes."
"Then let Harry try. Although it's a bit of an exception for a first-year to be a Seeker, Headmaster Dumbledore will agree."
"...Do you think it'll work?" Professor McGonagall hadn't heard of Harry having any such talent.
"Trust me, he'll be fine," Roger said, tapping his own eyes.
Professor McGonagall understood: Seer's prophecy!
It was logical that as a powerful Seer, he could instantly see her troubles and provide a solution.
Seeing Professor McGonagall nod, a smile spread across Roger's lips.
Harry Potter had inherited his father's talent and was terrifyingly good at Quidditch. Not long ago, Roger had also optimized his entire nervous system. Now, Harry's athletic talent seemed to shine like it had been enhanced to +15 by a reinforcement machine.
In this Quidditch match, Harry Potter, with his exceptional skills, fighting spirit, and astonishing endurance, would surely bring endless surprises to all his opponents!
"Speaking of which, it's flying class soon. You can go test him then, Professor. You'll be satisfied with Harry's abilities." While saying this, Roger felt it was still necessary for Harry to prove himself. Otherwise, if he were suddenly dropped onto the team and couldn't win over the players, it might lead to conflicts among the team members.
After all, many deep-seated hatreds often started from very small, trivial matters.
Harry had helped him before, so Roger naturally wanted to eliminate any potential risks for him.
With Professor McGonagall's troubles temporarily resolved, Roger began to discuss the main reason for his visit.
"Magical modification of my brain?!" Upon hearing Roger's general intention, Professor McGonagall stared at him with wide eyes, her expression conveying, 'Are you insane?'
Magical modification of the brain, what kind of concept was that? It was as outlandish as a Muggle reading a few medical books and deciding to perform brain surgery on themselves to directly connect their brain to machinery! She was beginning to understand why this boy, who spent his days reading books, had been sorted into Gryffindor! No matter how 'brave' other Gryffindors were, they were merely mischievous or, at most, played pranks on professors.
But you, you truly dared to play with your life!
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