Dumbledore had left Hogwarts for roughly two months because of matters in the Middle East.
But during that time, Voldemort had never left.
Over those months, he had watched every step of Roger's growth.
At first, Roger had grown rapidly. In Voldemort's eyes, he was practically a monster, though still within the bounds of what he could understand.
As one of the world's foremost wizards, Voldemort was naturally well-read. Some ancient books recorded genius wizards who possessed tremendous power even as children.
So he could still accept it.
But ever since Roger's Second Brain had been perfected and his growth entered a new stage, Voldemort had become completely unable to comprehend him.
If Roger's current rate of growth remained unchanged, Voldemort believed that in at most one or two years, he would surpass him completely.
One had to know that he himself had been hailed as a genius destined to become Minister for Magic within five years of graduation—and he was already over sixty this year.
And that was only his achievement in magic, without even counting his absurd prophetic abilities.
The weekly beatings dealt out by fate had even tempered Voldemort's disposition somewhat.
...Was this thing really a creature that should exist in this world?
That thought often echoed through Voldemort's mind.
The doubt had even made Voldemort consider whether he should make a trip to the Middle East himself.
As the person in the world who currently understood Roger's strength best, Voldemort believed that, as a seer, Roger could not possibly be unaware of what he was doing right now.
"You're watching me, aren't you, Roger!" Having exposed the truth in a single sentence, Voldemort immediately unleashed his final killing move.
But it was not aimed at Roger.
He did not know where Roger was, and even if