Quirinus Quirrell, a graduate of Hogwarts' Ravenclaw House, was known for his intelligence and talent during his school years. He had a solid foundation in theoretical knowledge and was a highly pragmatic person.
After graduation, he became a professor at Hogwarts, teaching Muggle Studies before transitioning to the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor this year.
Despite being from Ravenclaw, Quirrell was not blindly devoted to books. He believed that to teach this vital subject—one that could determine whether students survived danger in the future—he needed firsthand experience.
To achieve this, he traveled abroad in search of werewolves, vampires, inferi, and other terrifying Dark creatures. His goal was to gain direct knowledge of how Dark Arts were truly used in battle, ensuring that he wouldn't teach his students faulty survival techniques.
He was a responsible teacher.
But it was precisely this sense of responsibility that led to his downfall.
During his research travels, Quirrell encountered Voldemort in Albania, an event that completely altered the trajectory of his life.
Once a brilliant and promising scholar, he was mentally broken and surrendered to the darkness. Voldemort possessed his body, and from then on, Quirrell lived under the constant influence of the Dark Lord's soul.
Voldemort's will was far stronger than his own.
The once intelligent and responsible professor was now someone who could release a troll inside Hogwarts, disregard the lives of students, and even attempt to kill Harry Potter just to gain favor with his master.
Of course, magic is a miracle where mind and magic intertwine. As Quirrell's mind grew more extreme, the power of some of his spells also significantly increased.
This was evident in his original fate—during the Quidditch match, he was able to place a curse on Harry and even hold his own against Snape, who was trying to counter the curse.
Though Snape had abandoned his youthful arrogance, the foundation he built in his younger years was enough to make him immensely powerful.
In the end, Quirrell's defeat was purely due to the terrifying magic of love left behind by Harry's mother. Even Voldemort had little means to counter it. For Quirrell, touching it meant instant death—his loss was inevitable.
As the "starter boss" of Harry's journey, he was actually quite strong.
Roger looked at the serious-faced Quirrell across from him and drew his wand.
Quirrell, a prodigy and professor who had studied magic for years, found it absurd that he had only a 70-30 advantage against Roger—a kid who had been learning magic for at most three months.
But since this was Voldemort's judgment, he ultimately chose to believe it.
He had to take this battle seriously and suppress Roger's 30% chance of victory down to zero!
Following the formal etiquette of wizard duels, the two raised their wands, saluted, and then…
"Reducto!"
Quirrell, treating Roger as a genuine threat, opened with a powerful and deadly spell.
Roger lifted his wand and waved it.
Summoning Charm—A Bag of Flour.
The Summoning Charm, like the Vanishing Charm, was a branch of Transfiguration that controlled the existence of matter. The larger the summoned object, the greater the magical consumption.
Boom!
The flour bag struck by the Reductor Curse exploded, and the airborne flour completely obscured Roger's figure.
Transfiguration—Biological Transformation.
Amidst the dust, Roger's spell struck the ground, altering the soil and bricks beneath him.
As the flour settled, Quirrell found himself facing seven Rogers.
Biological Transfiguration couldn't grant true intelligence, so Roger couldn't control them in detail—but that didn't matter.
Silently cast Levitation Charm.
The seven Rogers floated into the air and began circling Quirrell at high speed.
Against one target, Quirrell's eyes could still track it. Against seven? He quickly lost sight of the real one.
"Petrificus Totalus!"
Spells fired toward Quirrell at irregular intervals, forcing him to counter them with swift wand movements.
Seizing an opening, he cast: "Protego!"
The Shield Charm enveloped him, providing protection. At the same time, he chanted his next spell: "Avis!"
If Roger wanted to move at high speed, Quirrell would respond by summoning a flock of magical birds that homed in on their target.
Under this barrage, Roger's clones were shattered one by one, reverting to bricks.
Six down. Four down. Two down… The last one also turned back into a brick.
…The last one?
Seeing all the clones disappear, Quirrell suddenly realized something was wrong. Along with the bricks, a wand remained on the ground.
Instantly, he understood—this wasn't just an ordinary decoy.
That wand was an alchemically crafted object capable of storing and casting spells.
The weak Petrificus Totalus from earlier wasn't just a test—it was the only spell that the enchanted wand could release.
Which meant Roger's real body…
Quirrell swept his gaze in all directions but found nothing. As he instinctively looked up, he simultaneously swung his wand downward, casting "Diffindo!" at the ground to prevent an underground ambush.
Ironically, his attempt to counter a sneak attack backfired.
Roger had already hollowed out the ground with Transfiguration, leaving only a thin shell. Quirrell's spell shattered it entirely.
His foot slipped, and he fell into the muck-like ground that Roger had transformed using Softening Charm.
"Wingardium Levio—"
Realizing the trap, Quirrell tried to cast a Levitation Charm—but only got halfway through the incantation before…
Transfiguration—Animal Morph.
A monkey-shaped stone, transformed by Roger's spell, reached up from the sludge and grabbed Quirrell's ankle, pulling him deeper.
The Shield Charm could block attacks—but not physical grabs.
Quirrell struggled, but he soon felt something hard press against his neck.
"Want me to say the incantation?"
Hearing Roger's voice, Quirrell froze.
It was a wand.
Quirrell had fought wizards before, but never like this.
This wasn't a battle of spell duels, where magical knowledge and sheer power decided the outcome.
This was a fight where every resource was used to deceive, control the battlefield, and steadily push toward victory.
…It felt more like Muggle warfare.
"Not convinced?"
"Since this is a special event, I'll give you a chance—thirty minutes. Within this half-hour, you can challenge me as many times as you like. It won't count toward the victory conditions due to our magical oath, but take this as an opportunity to witness something."
"The insurmountable gap between us!"
Roger's words sent a chill down Quirrell's spine.
But his resolve did not waver.
His response was simple: "Then let's continue."
—Multiple defeats followed.
Oppugno! Bruised all over.
Confringo! Backfired on himself.
Tongue-Tying Curse! Spell misfire, magical backlash.
Two battles. Four battles. Ten battles. Thirteen battles!
Quirrell thought he would adapt to Roger's style and gradually counter him.
Instead, each fight ended quicker than the last.
"One more—" Before he could finish, pain exploded in the back of his head.
"Enough disgrace, you worthless fool."
Voldemort's cold voice echoed from behind.
Quirrell was confused. But through his eyes, Voldemort had already seen through Roger's methods.
Roger's eyes weren't locked onto Quirrell—they were looking beyond.
A true prophet doesn't command from behind. A true prophet stands on the battlefield… and is unstoppable.
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Voldemort fell into deep thought.
How do you counter someone who manipulates fate itself?