"Of course," Roger had indeed said that, so Harry responded affirmatively without hesitation.
The Seer's prophecy was a destiny that was almost set in stone, breakable by only a very few beings.
The moment Harry gave his answer, the dim world that had clouded Snape's eyes for eleven years shattered and changed.
"Then... how do you plan to revive Lily?" Snape asked cautiously, his previous roaring demeanor gone, his back seemingly bent several inches as he spoke.
"I cannot say," Harry replied firmly.
The matter of resurrecting his parents could be revealed; after all, Harry would need to learn many skills and magic related to bringing back the dead in the future, something that was impossible to keep hidden.
Nor was there a need to hide it.
Just as pursuing immortality was something many in the magical world did, resurrecting the dead was also something many wizards who wished to reclaim lost loved ones had been researching.
As long as one didn't exhibit serious illegal tendencies like capturing people for experiments, few would meddle.
But time travel was absolutely forbidden.
Traveling to the distant past with the intent to alter history was a major taboo strictly prohibited by all high-level wizarding and Muggle powers worldwide!
If anyone discovered Harry intended to do this, and that he actually had the ability to do so, then even the title of 'The Boy Who Lived' and its underlying significance might not be enough to protect him.
Snape opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but ultimately said nothing.
Snape understood the difficulty of resurrection all too well; after all, how could he not have considered personally salvaging everything?
He hadn't succeeded, and countless wizards who had wanted to bring back loved ones in the past hadn't succeeded either.
So... how was Harry going to succeed?
Snape found it hard to imagine.
But he could roughly guess that since Harry wouldn't say, his method was likely some forbidden art not tolerated by the world.
As the saying goes, secrecy breeds success.
Snape absolutely did not want even a sliver of a hitch in Lily's resurrection.
If he were to go mad from the eagerness to know the details now, causing Lily's resurrection to fail, Snape would truly lose his mind.
Seeing Snape's expression, Harry pondered what he could reveal and then said, "Our method is very difficult; it might take years, even decades, for even a sliver of hope, but I will do everything in my power."
"No matter what obstacles lie ahead..."
Crack! Harry had only spoken half his sentence when Snape's hand slammed heavily onto his shoulder.
Then, he saw Professor Snape staring at him with a terrifyingly sharp gaze, his voice chilling, "No matter what obstacles lie ahead, I will tear them to shreds!"
Ignoring Harry, who stood stunned at having his words stolen, Snape straightened up, flicked his wand, and a piece of paper flew into his hand.
With another flick, ink appeared on the white paper, forming a line of text.
If Roger were here, he would surely find this familiar.
"Harry, take this."
Snape shoved the note into Harry's hand. Harry instinctively looked down and found it was a [Hogwarts Library, Professor's Restricted Section Book Borrowing Slip].
And it was a 'blank' slip, with no book title, allowing him to borrow any book freely! "Come back again tomorrow morning, and I'll give you some things. Remember, no matter what danger or trouble you encounter, you can come to me immediately."
Although Snape's face showed no 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?" Goel replied absently, pulling a handful of snacks from his pocket.
Draco Malfoy paid no attention to what Goel was doing and continued, "I mean the Potions class just now."
"Damn it, are we Slytherin, or is that bastard Harry Slytherin?"
"...Could it be that Dean Snape has been swapped out with Polyjuice Potion?" Draco had a look of existential doubt.
Clearly, anyone could sense the animosity in Professor Snape's previous attitude towards Harry, and now...
Hiss! Malfoy and the other young wizards weren't the only ones confused by Snape's behavior; even wizards like Hagrid, who had been paying attention to Harry, were bewildered.
But they were destined not to get an answer; Harry, with his greatly changed state of mind, wouldn't reveal secrets, and Snape, throughout his life, wouldn't explain himself to outsiders.
Only Roger knew everything.
Harry wouldn't reveal secrets, but in his eyes, Roger was different. Moreover, Harry didn't believe he could hide anything from a Seer.
Thump! The sound of a heavy object landing echoed.
"Be careful, Harry, these are alchemical items, put them down gently!" Hermione's voice came from beside him.
"It's fine, it's fine, these things aren't that fragile," Roger waved his hand from the other side, signaling not to be so nervous.
Professor McGonagall was very quick; the Geiger counter had been delivered yesterday, and he had already gotten rid of the lead coffin design.
"Sorry," Harry said sheepishly, scratching his forehead. Roger had called him over to help.
Although Roger told him not to worry about it, Harry still apologized for his earlier distraction.
"Speaking of which, thank you for all your trouble this time," Roger said with a smile.
Since he was at Hogwarts, he naturally had to go with the flow.
For example, preparing some gifts for the children for the upcoming festival.
But while Roger's body was that of an 11-year-old, his actual age was not, and even if he had been 11, it would have been after the 21st century. With a three-year generation gap, how could he know what 11-year-olds in the 20th century would like?
So he had asked Harry, Hermione, and Neville to help him brainstorm.
Why not ask Ron? He was too much of a blabbermouth. If the gifts lacked a bit of surprise, it would feel like something was missing.
"It's no trouble at all. I'm happy to help," Neville said from another corner of the 'Roger's Private Storage Room' in the Room of Requirement, where he was tidying up items.
He was always losing things and often had accidents in class. Roger had helped him smooth over many troubles. Although he was forgetful, he wouldn't forget these kindnesses.
"Roger, what is this?" After Neville finished speaking, Hermione walked over to Roger holding a round ball the size of a sugar tangerine.
This was Roger's alchemical item storage room, containing various products from his alchemical experiments during this period.
The vast majority were 'failures.'
Of course, these so-called failures were judged against the research and development goals.
For instance, the magic ring 'Second Heart,' which could make a stopped heart start circulating blood again.
This was a failure because Roger wanted to reconstruct the human body's circulatory system using alchemical technology, but the strength was not up to standard.
There was also the 'X-ray glasses' that gave the wearer the ability to see through things.
This was a failed attempt by Roger to develop an alchemical item that could directly observe the quantum world by looking through the surface of matter.
These glasses could only see through clothes, or skin and flesh, by adjusting the compass on the frame. It was of no help to Roger's magical progress. Useless things like this were thrown into the scrap heap by Roger along with the Second Heart.
Most of the failures here were labeled with their intended use. Hermione, Harry, and the third person would pick out small items suitable for gifting to young wizards that wouldn't cause any trouble.
However, some alchemical items had no labels at all.
This was Roger's private storage room. The ones with labels were completed before Roger's Second Brain was fully developed, when he lacked absolute memory. Roger wrote labels to prevent himself from forgetting or confusing their functions.
After gaining absolute memory, it was no longer necessary to go to such lengths.
At this moment, what Hermione held was a later alchemical work without a label. Roger glanced at it, and a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
"You've really found something interesting."
"This is a failure I created when developing an upgraded version of my Second Brain."
"How about it? Interested in trying it out?"
Hermione rubbed the round ball in her hand, looking somewhat puzzled. "Second Brain? What's it for?"
"Hmm..." Roger recalled for a moment.
This was a bit complicated to explain.
However, Roger quickly came up with a suitable description: "It will let you see a little bit of what the world looks like through my eyes."
As soon as he said this, not only Hermione, but also Neville and Harry, who had been zoning out intermittently, had curiosity written all over their faces.
The world through Roger's eyes...
They were very eager to know what it looked like!
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