Hogwarts: Wizards of Eternity

Once, at the Dursleys' house, Vernon Dursley didn't even dare to speak when facing Roger.

But that wasn't because Roger intimidated him, but because his very existence was unbearable for Muggles.

It was like Icarus from Greek mythology, who flew high with wings sealed with wax, only to have his wings melted by the sun and fall into the sea.

Or like the air microorganisms that are massively slaughtered by the human immune system with every breath.

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If the difference in levels between the two sides is too great, just getting close can cause injury or even death.

And this was still the impact of a little aftermath that Roger subconsciously restrained himself from releasing.

"Mr. Vogel, please look at me."

Roger's body appears to be just an ordinary human child, but don't forget that his original body had already been vaporized by the power of fusion.

His current physical body was reorganized with a large amount of fusion nuclear explosion energy as traction!

As Roger's thoughts moved, the hidden energy began to surge, and endless light and heat began to emerge.

Roger's 'Human Ring' form revealed the tip of the iceberg in front of Minister Vogel.

And this is not the end.

Under the effect of the 'Time Plague', Roger is no longer a simple individual, he has begun to evolve somewhat towards a 'whole' that runs through time and space.

Although, in terms of progress, it can't even be considered a start.

But the impact has already been able to cause Harry, who is more sensitive, to feel a stronger discomfort than when he was influenced by Voldemort.

At this moment, Roger lifted all the spells used to cover up the abnormality of his own time and space.

"Are you sure I need to use your so-called secrets to do something?"

The abnormality in time and space distorted Vogel's perception. Reflected in Vogel's eyes was no longer a little wizard, nor a dangerously extreme humanoid fusion body.

But endless brilliance lit up and spread, from the present to the past, like a prairie fire, hundreds of millions of brilliance unfolded before his eyes!

Everything in front of him melted and evaporated.

Vogel could feel a powerful magical force enveloping his body to ensure that he would not be physically harmed, otherwise...

At this moment, he understood why Dumbledore was relieved to let them out. This wasn't two little wizards going on a trip, this was sending a humanoid nuclear bomb to my face!

"I don't think I'm very powerful, but I still have the confidence to bring you some huge losses if I use guerrilla tactics," Roger said very conservatively.

Snap!

With a snap of his fingers, the world in front of Vogel began to return to normal. As if time was flowing backwards, in the silent restoration spell, the ashes and gas in the once-blank meeting room were transformed back into their original form.

Leather seats, a raw wood long table, and the still-warm black tea in front of him.

He opened the window, the outside was sunny, fresh air poured into the room, and the sound of traffic came into his ears. After a while, until Jason Vogel recovered, no one else came to knock on the door.

No alarms went off.

Obviously, everything that had just happened was concentrated within these dozens of square meters, without spreading to the outside world or arousing anyone's awareness.

If it weren't for the unusual space-time fluctuations on Roger's body that hadn't completely subsided, stinging his senses, he would have even thought that everything that had just happened was just his illusion.

"You..."

"Could it be that you have already crossed that line?" Vogel asked somewhat blankly, his voice hoarse as if squeezed out of his throat.

He received too much stimulation without any psychological preparation, and he was somewhat unable to accept reality for a while.

But as a wizard, he instinctively asked the most crucial question.

Which line?

Of course, it was the line that countless wizarding elites had been striving to break through for thousands of years, but had never broken through, the line that would transform wizards into gods!

What Roger had just shown him was not the kind of giant of light that Dumbledore had seen.

Roger only revealed some of his life characteristics, not even a tenth of his full power. The focus of his demonstration was not on the amount of energy.

But that Roger had surpassed ordinary wizards and become a life form of another level.

Wizards who fuse with magical creature bloodlines will have a higher limit than ordinary wizards, so what about those who completely transcend?

It was precisely when this thought turned to this point that Vogel asked the question just now.

He picked up the black tea in front of him, Roger took a shallow sip, and then shook his head and said: "It's still far from it, this is just taking the first step."

Roger wasn't being humble about this, because according to the ancient wizards' vision of the future, a true god-like wizard should have every thought be magic, and every thought should be able to change everything in the world.

What they value is extremely strong mental power, strengthening the connection with magic, and finally achieving 'I am magic' - somewhat like the path Dumbledore is currently taking.

Based on this standard, Roger is far from qualified.

In fact, in Roger's view after initially completing the three-dimensional theory, the fundamental reason why ancient wizards have been stuck at this progress for so long is that magic is too powerful.

They are all working hard in the direction of omnipotence, just like a race that is born with the ability to teleport across countries, always trying to complete the step from Earth to Mars from the perspective of teleportation.

And ignored the method of going to Mars by going around a big circle from wheels, carriages, steam engines, internal combustion engines, to rocket launches.

All the transportation technology trees before the space rocket are meaningless and costly things in front of the teleportation race.

Because there is no demand, no one is willing to spend hundreds or thousands of years 'detouring' for a possibility.

Until the appearance of someone like himself who has a sense of crisis and can accelerate magical research, using all the technologies left by predecessors to open up a different 'shortcut'.

In Roger's eyes, he still has a long way to go, but in Vogel's eyes, it is not like this.

Wizards have been stagnant in place for too long, and this 'step' forward is seen by them as the dawn of hope!

"... Do you want to stay in Germany? You can take my place." Vogel's mind was running fast, trying to do something.

Although Grindelwald's era has passed, his ideas have never been killed.

In this land of Germany, a kind of thinking that respects the strong and puts wizards first still exists.

Vogel is not entirely a 'believer' of this set, but he clearly knows that even if Roger cannot continue to move forward, the power he has shown now is enough to be terrifying. If Germany can produce another wizard who can take the position of President of the International Confederation of Wizards—

Everything will be very different.

Roger's response to this was.

Smiling without saying a word.

The two looked at each other for a moment, and Vogel lowered his head: "... Sorry, I was being presumptuous."

With such a young body, obtaining such power, how could he be moved by his little bargaining chip? After calming down slightly, Vogel realized that he was being a little silly.