Since Harry had put it that way, Roger didn't try to dissuade him any further.
"Just return it to me when you're done with it," Roger casually tossed the second-generation prototype he was holding towards Harry.
Roger was willing to shield an 11-year-old child from the harsh realities of the world, but if Harry was determined to face them, Roger wouldn't stop him.
Catching the sphere, Harry felt a wave of relief wash over him.
It wasn't just because he'd received a significant boost, but more so because Roger's action itself was a clear statement.
Initially, it was from Roger that Harry learned Voldemort was still alive and lurking at Hogwarts.
At the time, Roger had told him not to worry about Voldemort, as the Headmaster, professors, and he would handle it.
Later, Harry accidentally discovered Professor Quirrell's strangeness from Professor Snape. Comparing the two pieces of information, he had basically confirmed Voldemort's location.
But this presented a problem.
Would his own actions interfere with the school's plan to deal with Voldemort?
However, now that Roger was willing to give him this item, it meant he had been overthinking things.
Holding the Second Brain, Harry thanked Roger. Just as he was about to leave, Harry suddenly remembered something and turned back to ask Roger a question that had arisen when he first used it.
"Roger, about the data panel in the learning planning function, I understand all the other data, but what does 'Life Tier: [First Boundary]' mean?"
"Oh, that? It's just a way I casually designed to classify wizard levels," Roger replied nonchalantly.
"Currently, wizards generally use the O.W.Ls exam (Ordinary Wizarding Level) and N.E.W.T.s exam (Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Test) to categorize wizard tiers. While this classification is somewhat applicable to ordinary wizards, it holds no meaning for those who have begun exploring advanced fields."
"And given the possibilities brought about by a wizard's Mental Power, it's difficult to summarize them with general data classifications. So, I thought perhaps using 'Life Tier' might be appropriate."
"But it doesn't mean anything right now, so you don't need to worry too much about it."
In Roger's eyes, wizards were somewhat like the chakra-using ninjas he'd seen in his previous life – all glass cannons with high offense and low defense.
A genin with a couple of shuriken and a few explosive tags could potentially kill a jonin.
Their destructive power was completely disproportionate to their physical resilience.
Roger planned to give all wizards an 'upgrade' once he possessed the strength to make his voice heard across the world.
He wanted to make wizards' survivability proportional to their magical abilities.
At the very least, they should be able to go toe-to-toe with a Balrog, like Gandalf, to be considered proper wizards.
This classification system was intended for that future purpose; it wasn't suitable for now.
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With a few days left until Christmas, Roger had expected this period to pass uneventfully.
However, an unexpected incident occurred.
Early in the morning, Hagrid came to find Roger.
It wasn't about the magical creature experiments, but rather a problem in the Forbidden Forest.
Hagrid's most trusted person had always been Dumbledore.
During the previous Fear Demon incident, Hagrid learned that Roger possessed a magical token from Dumbledore, granting him significant authority within Hogwarts.
Since Dumbledore trusted Roger so much, Hagrid naturally came to him first when something happened.
Age? Such things were irrelevant when compared to being a 'Seer' and being 'personally appointed by Dumbledore'… at least, that's how Hagrid saw it.
"A unicorn was killed, with bite marks on its body, and its blood drained?" Upon hearing this, Roger didn't even need to investigate to guess who was likely responsible.
Besides Voldemort, who was barely clinging to life, who else would have such a need?
Unicorn blood wasn't exactly pleasant to drink. While it possessed various magical properties that could prolong life, the consumer would also be cursed.
Of course, Roger didn't blindly believe in the predetermined course of fate. He still accompanied Hagrid to the Forbidden Forest to investigate the scene.
Based on the bite marks, Roger cross-referenced the dental records of everyone at Hogwarts in his memory and confirmed that the owner of the bite marks was Professor Quirrell, possessed by Voldemort.
...Voldemort was cautious, even finding himself a 'filter' to weaken the curse's potency.
This incident occurred earlier than he remembered, but Roger wasn't surprised.
After all, Voldemort was much more active now than in the original timeline, so it was normal for him to consume more resources.
"I know who did it, so you don't need to worry too much about it, Hagrid," Roger said, standing up after examining the unicorn's wounds.
After speaking, Roger turned his gaze in another direction: "Why are you all staring at me like that? Do you have a problem with me?"
Unicorns were special magical creatures, holding unique significance for wizards and other non-human intelligent races. The death of a unicorn had not only attracted Hagrid's attention but also that of other intelligent beings residing in the Forbidden Forest, such as the Centaurs.
When Hagrid went to find Roger, it was these Centaurs who were guarding the area.
At that moment, one of the three Centaurs looked at Roger with fear in his eyes, another nervously pawed the ground at Roger's question, and the third, who appeared more composed, showed tension in his stiff muscles that indicated he was far from calm.
In response to Roger's inquiry, the more composed Centaur stepped forward. He had platinum blonde hair and the upper body of a human, with the lower body of a silver-maned horse. "I am Firenze. I apologize on behalf of my companions. Powerful Seer, my companions are merely startled and do not mean to show disrespect."
"Startled?" Roger was somewhat bewildered. He hadn't done anything, had he?
"The orbits of the planets became chaotic the moment you stepped into the Forbidden Forest. Mars, Mercury, Venus, Jupiter… the starlight shifted in ways we can't comprehend."
In this world, non-human intelligent races are not simply different from humans in appearance or physiology. Vampires, Veela, Giants, Goblins, Merpeople, House-elves – they often possess their own unique magical properties and abilities.
And the Centaurs' ability is astrological prophecy.
They are already extremely sensitive to changes in starlight, and after centuries of research and summarization, they can observe future trends to a certain extent from the changes in the constellations.
Although they cannot observe specific future scenes, as long as they grasp certain information and combine it with the trend omens, they can basically make a general judgment about what will happen in the future.
However, if the information they grasp is incomplete, the direction of their inference is very likely to deviate.
A tiny error can lead to a huge divergence.
The Centaurs had suffered losses in this regard, which is why they generally take an oath, "We must not defy the will of heaven," refusing to interfere with the flow of destiny, and instead quietly act as observers, watching and avoiding disaster.
But at this moment, the Centaurs suddenly couldn't understand the will of heaven!
This threw the Centaurs, who had always let the stars guide their actions, into a panic.
"Oh? Can you tell me more about it?" Roger suddenly became a little interested.
He seemed to have seen similar phenomena in some books related to prophecy and divination.
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