Unsolvable.
This was Voldemort's answer regarding the battle after a moment's thought.
From the recent battle, Voldemort saw that Roger's fate observation wasn't as simple as observing fate in the short term; he could see 'very far.'
Roger's initial contract had a trap: the 'one arm' as an additional bet for the Philosopher's Stone game. After Roger modified his body's internal structure using Transfiguration, even if Quirrell's moves lacked killing intent, Roger's danger sense could still be triggered at full power!
Facing a true Seer who could observe fate at will, any surprise attack was ineffective. All schemes, tricks, and ambushes were laughable.
The more one played with schemes, the more likely they were to stumble in unexpected situations.
When the observation of fate reached a certain level, the Seer's power was terrifying, almost as if they could reverse time at will! For Roger, even a 3% win rate, after making countless correct choices, was equivalent to being infinitely close to 100%, let alone 30%.
Any slight, sporadic mistake by Quirrell during the battle would lead to his inevitable defeat.
To achieve victory, the only way to break through was to allow Quirrell to grow to a point where he could defeat Roger 100%, obliterating all possibilities with absolute, nuke-like power.
This was also why, after enrolling, Roger's research efforts were entirely focused on extending his lifespan and improving his talents, with no consideration for magical research in the direction of past combat.
Upon truly experiencing the power of magic and understanding more about the mysteries of the mind, Roger's prophetic abilities were far superior to what they were in his Middle Eastern period.
Having mastered spells like Transfiguration, Roger was now, unless killed by powerful wizards of Dumbledore or Voldemort's caliber or equivalent power, nearly invincible in life-or-death combat! Enemies he had a chance to defeat were guaranteed wins.
Enemies he had no chance to defeat, even with research into combat magic, still had no hope... there was a gap in their raw strength that couldn't be bridged by a few spells or techniques. If someone used a Finite Incantatem and crushed his mind, any struggle would be useless.
Unless Roger had a destiny-level, targeted special buff like Harry.
Otherwise, he had to honestly strengthen his foundation to catch up.
"Interesting, tsk, very interesting." Voldemort behind the turban let out a chilling laugh.
He could indeed make Quirrell stronger through guidance in magical knowledge, but what was Quirrell's level? Comparing his growth speed to this little Seer?
Don't be ridiculous.
The feasibility of a violent breakthrough was non-existent from the start.
Everything returned to the 'riddle' of the mini-game Roger had proposed.
'Can you truly break fate?!'
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Voldemort hadn't expected.
After graduating from Hogwarts for so many years, he had returned here once again.
The Hogwarts Library.
As a wizard who had reached the pinnacle of the magical path in this era, Voldemort also had his own understanding of magical systems.
He had delved deeply into Dark Magic and the soul.
He wasn't incapable in other fields, but they were not on the same level as his Dark Magic.
Facing an unfamiliar enemy from the domain of fate, the best method he could think of was to search these old texts for any clues to break through.
Not far behind Voldemort, Roger watched his focused figure without much thought.
If he really found any method to break through, Roger's danger sense would react immediately, and then he would counter as needed.
As Voldemort grew stronger, Roger was not standing still either.
In the more than two months since enrolling, Roger's magical path was finally about to enter a new realm!
Speaking of which, he had to thank Professor McGonagall for guiding him onto the path of Alchemy and Hermione for pointing out his blind spot.
Although the internal operating principles of alchemical items were supported by magic, completely unrelated to neuroscience and physics, a pure technical black box.
Roger's idea of creating a powerful alchemical organ, studying its operating principles, and then replicating it into his own body, with Transfiguration body modification and Alchemy working hand-in-hand to achieve a self-lifting ascent, had failed.
However, Alchemy had still pointed Roger in a clear direction while strengthening his talent.
After a period of research, Roger's alchemical second brain had taken shape. Although the technology for assisting calculation and accelerating thought was still nonexistent, the function of storing memories was quickly developed by studying the alchemical principles of items like the Pensieve.
Now possessing the ability to never forget, he no longer needed to spend time taking notes.
Roger's learning efficiency had greatly increased compared to before.
And as Roger's mastery of human Alchemy grew, an idea arose in his mind: perhaps he could try to create an alchemical organ similar to Mad-Eye Moody's magical eye.
Of course, Roger wasn't trying to see through anyone. What he truly wanted was an alchemical organ that could break through his observation scale beyond the cellular level.
If this concept were successfully realized, Roger's Transfiguration modifications would completely enter the 2.0 era, surpassing current flesh and blood cell changes and entering the level of matter reorganization.
The path to 'longevity' might be achieved faster than he had anticipated.
If that were the case, the path to 'immortality' should also begin to be prepared...
Roger's Path, like research in Muggle society, followed the pattern of Equip Generation, Design Generation, and Pre-research Generation.
He would, step by step, continuously iterate his technology, starting from flesh and blood, moving to matter and energy, comprehending the truth of magic, and finally transcending magic to reach the other shore... as long as he didn't die in the process.
Soon, like Voldemort, Roger was completely immersed in the world of knowledge.
For a time, the only sounds in the entire library were the turning of pages by the two of them.
Until, a voice broke the silence.
"Roger, Roger..." a small voice sounded by Roger's ear.
Roger turned his head to look. It was Hermione.
"What's up?"
"The Quidditch match is about to start, aren't you going to watch?" Hermione asked softly, a hint of confusion in her voice, as she had passed by the library on her way to return a book.
This was also why, in the library that usually had quite a few people, only Roger and Voldemort, who was reading using Quirrell's body, were present.
Quidditch was a popular sport sweeping the wizarding world, and the Quidditch matches at Hogwarts were also few and far between major events within the school. Normally, everyone in the school would go there to cheer for their respective teams or simply to watch the match.
...Even those who didn't particularly like Quidditch would usually go to join in the excitement.
"Sorry, I'm not particularly interested in making a special trip for a short match that's a sure win," Roger replied.
If Roger guessed correctly, not only would today's match be a guaranteed win, but it would also be a crushing victory.
"But..." Hermione raised an eyebrow.
"You could say you're one of Harry's most important friends at Hogwarts. Without you present for his moment of glory... Harry would be very disappointed."
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