Hagrid could be a bit reckless at times, but when it came to major issues, he always knew where to draw the line.
When he realized that the magical creature he had bred could potentially cause a worldwide catastrophe, despite his reluctance, he agreed to Roger's request.
Seeing this, Roger nodded but didn't immediately proceed with eliminating the Fear Demon. Instead, he used spells to restrain the creature and cast magic to seal off the surrounding area.
Afterward, he left the small hut near the Forbidden Forest and headed straight for Hogwarts Castle.
Back at Hogwarts, Roger went to the Divination classroom.
Divination was an elective for third-year students, so as a first-year, he hadn't taken it before.
"Professor Trelawney, could you come out for a moment?"
The moment she saw Roger, Sybill Trelawney shivered involuntarily.
After all, as someone who barely scraped by with a half-baked Seer's gift inherited from her ancestors—whose divinations were often hit or miss—it was hard for her to stand tall in front of a real, powerful prophet.
Roger wasn't familiar with Professor Sybill Trelawney, the instructor of this subject, so when he suddenly came knocking, she thought this true Seer had come to put her out of a job.
Luckily, Roger quickly explained his purpose, allowing her to breathe a sigh of relief.
Roger had a letter from Dumbledore. This letter was not only proof of his credentials but also a magical artifact that granted access to many of Hogwarts' resources—effectively giving him partial authority akin to a headmaster.
Roger asked Professor Trelawney to temporarily halt her class and gather the students she believed had genuine divination abilities.
Trelawney was usually eccentric and spent most of her lessons performing "psychological divination"—essentially the same trickery as street fortune-tellers, where nine out of ten statements were nonsense. But she did have real divination abilities.
After all, the prophecy about Harry and Voldemort came from her.
She could naturally discern which students truly had the gift.
Using Dumbledore's letter, Roger quickly assembled a team of diviners.
In Divination, it was much easier to foresee past events than to predict future ones.
Roger gathered these people to ensure that nothing was overlooked—to confirm that every last Fear Demon had been eradicated.
While Roger was a Seer, his primary ability was crisis perception. His other prophetic skills, while not completely useless, did not reach the level of a true Seer.
So, multiple validations and cross-checks were a safer approach.
The elimination process was simple—one spell, and it was done.
A Fear Demon that hadn't fully matured wasn't particularly difficult to deal with.
Just like any predator, no matter how formidable, is still vulnerable while it's still an egg.
But the matter didn't end with the extermination.
After conducting an investigation even more stringent than a Biosafety Level 4 laboratory, Roger took two actions.
First, he asked Hagrid to find a girl named Luna, who could see Wrackspurts.
Second, he returned to Hogwarts to seek out the person he was most familiar with—and the highest-ranking staff member currently present—Professor McGonagall.
"Contact the Ministry of Magic?" Professor McGonagall's eyes widened.
"Yes, I need to speak directly with Minister Fudge and the head of the Department of Mysteries," Roger said seriously.
"However, given my status, I don't hold much sway. I'd like you to convey my message to them on my behalf."
Roger's next steps were straightforward. He needed to inform the Ministry of Magic and the Department of Mysteries about the existence of the Fear Demon and its potential dangers.
Although the Department of Mysteries was technically a division of the British Ministry of Magic, in reality, it had existed even before the Ministry itself. Even the Minister of Magic couldn't fully interfere with its internal affairs at times.
This department, which studied cutting-edge topics like time, death, souls, and the universe, had a certain degree of autonomy—so it was best to notify both sides.
Of course, to avoid legal trouble and unforeseen complications, Roger wouldn't simply spill everything.
He would suggest that the Ministry of Magic classify information about the Fear Demon using secrecy spells like the Fidelius Charm and develop contingency plans accordingly.
As for the Fear Demon's origins, he would only mention that it was a hybrid of a Boggart and another magical creature—without revealing that the other creature was a Wrackspurt or providing any further details.
As long as the Ministry tightened control over Boggarts, Wrackspurts wouldn't pose a threat on their own. After all, if not for Hagrid's special breeding methods, these two creatures wouldn't naturally interact.
As for Luna, Roger would deal with that later. Not only would he restrict information, but he would also spread some false intelligence to prevent Luna from facing unnecessary trouble.
Lies and strategic deception are not the same thing. Roger disliked lying, but he wasn't stubbornly rigid about it.
"Why?" Professor McGonagall was puzzled.
Now that Roger had resolved the issue, was there really a need to escalate it to the Ministry?
In the tightly-knit wizarding society, people often kept things quiet unless a situation became unmanageable.
Understanding her concern, Roger replied, "Covering things up isn't the best way to solve problems."
If Hagrid could create a Fear Demon, so could others. And Roger didn't believe that Luna was the only person in the entire future of wizardkind who would ever be able to see Wrackspurts.
Not just in the future—perhaps ancient wizards had seen them too but called them by a different name. Maybe Wrackspurts were what Eastern wizards referred to as Heart Demons.
What if, someday, someone else happened to combine the conditions of Hagrid and Luna, leading to the return and silent spread of Fear Demons?
"If we recognize a crisis, we must resolve it. We can't just acknowledge a problem, ignore it, and let it quietly fester until it spirals out of control—leaving future generations to deal with the consequences."
It was better for the Department of Mysteries to develop contingency plans.
"This could bring you trouble…"
"I know," Roger interrupted Professor McGonagall's warning.
Back on the battlefields of the Middle East, Roger had a chance to leave, but he stayed and fought until the end to honor his word.
At the Wizengamot trial, having a lawyer argue on his behalf might have been safer, but Roger refused to entrust his fate to someone he couldn't fully trust. Even though he knew the outcome might not be in his favor, he still chose to defend himself and take control of his destiny.
Roger had always admitted that he feared death. He never denied it.
But to him, his will was just as much a part of his life as his body.
Doing something that violated his principles—becoming a person he despised—was, in his eyes, the same as dying.
If I am no longer myself, what's the point of living?
That's why Roger would always fight and never do what he believed was wrong.
Professor McGonagall looked at Roger's calm and unwavering eyes, then nodded and left to contact the Ministry of Magic and the Department of Mysteries.
After she departed, while Roger waited for their response, he suddenly rubbed his forehead.
Something occurred to him.
He had provided guidance and some technical knowledge that had inadvertently led to Hagrid creating such a disastrous magical creature. If it happened once, it could happen again.
Outsourcing his own path to others too carelessly was clearly a mistake.
"Harry…" Roger frowned slightly.
In a certain trajectory of fate, Harry was a protagonist of sorts.
If Harry truly started studying time magic and something went wrong, Roger doubted the disaster would be any smaller than Hagrid's incident.
"I'd better put some safeguards in place."
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