"The school rules say we have to wear our uniforms and keep them tidy," another student chimed in.
"So we can innovate in other ways," Roger said, pulling a loose-leaf notebook he carried from his inner lining.
He opened the notebook, tore off a page, and with a light tap of his finger, the white paper transformed into a pair of glowing vampire fangs.
He handed it to the student beside him, then tore off another page, conjuring Jason's hockey mask from the classic 1980s horror film "Friday the 13th."
Finally, he shook the notebook, turning the entire thing into a pumpkin head.
Some young wizards weren't interested in these things, but they held considerable appeal for the Muggle-born ones.
They used to dress up for holidays before they were eleven, but now, suddenly not dressing up felt a bit uncomfortable.
However, people tend to follow the crowd; since everyone else wasn't dressed up, they didn't want to be the odd ones out.
But now that the Seer had started things off…
Suddenly, the young wizards who had celebrated Halloween in Muggle society before crowded around Roger.
...After a bit of chaos.
The Great Hall of Hogwarts.
Abundant and varied foods suddenly appeared on golden platters; the Halloween feast had begun. Harry scanned his surroundings. Many young wizards were dressed up with all sorts of little trinkets, masks, headwear, bandages… Although the school uniforms were still wizard robes, it certainly felt more like Halloween than it had a moment ago.
"So, what character are you supposed to be with that outfit? Some kind of special vampire?" Harry turned his head to look at Roger, who was sitting beside him.
Roger picked up a fried chicken leg and casually replied, "An Egyptian Pharaoh who plays cards."
"...Huh?" Harry blinked in confusion. He looked Roger up and down, but couldn't see anything that resembled an Egyptian Pharaoh, except for a pyramid-shaped pendant on his chest.
Just as Roger was about to enlighten Harry about 'fashion' from the future and the full power of Tearlaments, Bang! A loud noise echoed.
The doors of the Great Hall were flung open.
"A troll! There's a troll in the dungeons!"
"I..." Professor Quirrell had already prepared his lines, but he couldn't continue halfway through.
Because he noticed Roger, who was not far from him.
A pyramid pendant hung down in front of Roger, with a dark red crystal embedded in its center.
...The Philosopher's Stone!
How could it be here?!
.
.
After Roger obtained the Philosopher's Stone, he had considered how to best keep it safe.
In Voldemort's memory, the item should have been kept by Dumbledore on the third floor.
If he were to follow the normal course of events, Roger should have let Harry misunderstand Snape, allowed Snape to be caught between him and Voldemort, while simultaneously using his Headmaster's secret letter to have other professors set up Devil's Snare, find the keys, play wizard's chess, and navigate the potion puzzle, before finding a substitute for the Mirror of Erised to cast spells.
After all, Harry still had the protection of his mother's love magic, which Voldemort couldn't harm. As long as Harry's small hand lightly touched him, Professor Quirrell, deeply infected by Voldemort, would instantly die.
Voldemort, having lost his host body, would have no choice but to flee in disarray.
And during this opportunity, Harry could also gain some experience.
But Roger didn't want that.
Roger had been to war. He knew that taking another person's life wasn't a good experience, especially in close-quarters combat.
Unless you no longer considered the other person 'human.'
Having Harry kill Quirrell? Forget it. Perhaps he would face such a situation one day, but Roger didn't want it to happen when he was eleven.
Just because you've been rained on doesn't mean you should tear up someone else's umbrella.
So Roger thought of a plan.
On Halloween, Quirrell would let a troll in. In the original timeline, Hermione, hurt by Ron's harsh words, would cry in the girls' bathroom all afternoon. Harry and Ron, worried, would go out to look for her.
They would eventually face the troll's attack together in the girls' bathroom.
They defeated the troll with the Levitation Charm, and it was from that moment, having shared life and death, that they truly became best friends.
But fate, stirred by the butterfly's wings, was already unrecognizable. Hermione's life experiences had already undergone subtle changes, and Harry and Ron's ways of handling things had also shifted slightly due to encountering different circumstances than in their original destinies.
The battle in the girls' bathroom would not happen.
However, Voldemort hadn't been influenced by him yet, so his actions shouldn't have changed much.
Therefore, he could set a trap for him.
And as Roger expected, the result was as he predicted.
Quirrell, who burst into the Great Hall, froze for half a second upon seeing the Philosopher's Stone hanging conspicuously around Roger's neck.
But he quickly regained his composure.
When unsure of the situation, it's best to remain calm and observe.
So, he immediately rolled his eyes back and pretended to faint.
After all, his somewhat neurotic behavior this semester was already well-known, so this reaction wasn't out of the ordinary.
At this time, Dumbledore had already left Britain, and Vice-Principal Professor McGonagall was fully in charge of school matters.
Professor McGonagall remained very calm in the face of the sudden situation.
First, she used magic to create a significant commotion to attract the attention of the chaotic young wizards below, quieting them down. Then, she instructed the prefects of each house to lead the young wizards back to their dormitories, ending the feast.
The danger posed by a troll was not high for a qualified wizard; any one of the prefects, or even most of the older young wizards, would be sufficient to handle it. However, it was dangerous for children who had not experienced combat.
For those who had never fought, facing an unexpected situation, let alone casting spells, it was a miracle if they didn't injure themselves by miscasting a spell.
It could be said that the wands in the hands of the young wizards were a greater threat to them than the troll.
Therefore, to avoid any accidents, a safe evacuation was the best course of action.
Following Vice-Principal McGonagall's orders, the young wizards, each looking for their prefect, became somewhat disorganized again.
Roger took this opportunity to walk, seemingly casually, over to Professor Quirrell. He used the Levitation Charm to lift him, making it look like he was taking him to the staff table so the professors could take the 'unconscious' Professor Quirrell away for treatment.
Quirrell showed no reaction.
But Roger felt his danger sense emit an extremely subtle warning.
Roger, who was already very familiar with his abilities, knew that this was the reaction of someone who could harm him, being extremely wary of him.
Roger ignored it, adjusted his angle to obscure his face from view, and in the noisy environment, said in a meaningful whisper, "Can we just let the matter of the Philosopher's Stone go?"
Quirrell's little finger trembled slightly.
"How about giving me some face... Voldemort."
Quirrell:! Voldemort:?!
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