Hogwarts: Wizards of Eternity

“Many people find me incomprehensible, which is normal, after all, with their lifespan, it is difficult to see the earth-shattering day, so naturally they can entrust everything to the ‘wisdom of future generations’.”

As the two walked near the library, the crowd began to increase. Voldemort looked at the young wizards around him, his eyes slightly mocking.

“But you are different, Roger.” Voldemort's tone was playful.

“You are also a practitioner of the path of eternal life, you will live a long time.”

“Your strength is improving by leaps and bounds every day, but one day, you will encounter that barrier of talent. When your magic is difficult to improve, and the technology of Muggles is developing rapidly, when you see that scene, you will understand my feelings.”

Regarding Voldemort's statement, Roger felt inexplicable: “Why bother about such things?”

“If you can't beat them, join them.”

“Huh?” Voldemort was taken aback.

“If one day, the development of technology can really catch up with magic, and my magic is still difficult to improve, then join them.”

“If there is such a trend, as a long-liver, I can make arrangements in advance and directly infiltrate the Muggle high-level camp.” Roger remembered that there were too many mage大佬 mixing in the technology camp.

“But…”

Roger interrupted Voldemort: “Don’t have the idea that wizards are superior. If technology is really that strong, who is superior to whom? And don’t think that you are an alien and will be ostracized. Aren’t you curious about how Muggles awaken to become young wizards? If you thoroughly research that and popularize it to the world, wouldn’t everyone be the same?”

As he spoke, Roger snapped his fingers again, dispelled the sound barrier magic, and walked into the Hogwarts library first.

Behind him, Voldemort stopped in place and murmured: “…If you can't beat them, join them?”

Roger's words awakened the dreamer.

Voldemort's vision is to obtain endless power while obtaining endless life.

If it is difficult to counterattack Muggles based on the wizard's standpoint.

Then, if I become a high-level Muggle and develop for hundreds of years, wouldn’t crushing wizards in reverse also be a path to becoming the King of the World?

Uh…

Ignoring Voldemort, who was very entangled because of the difficulty in bypassing some inherent cognitions in his heart, Roger entered the library and thought about his future while choosing books.

Although Roger disdained many of Voldemort's practices, this conversation with Voldemort still touched Roger.

The limit of talent.

The problems that Voldemort has encountered will one day become his own problems.

The second brain has enhanced his talent, but this enhancement has not reached the inhuman level.

Moreover, the power boundary of wizards is also a question that needs to be considered.

Although Roger felt that, with his crisis prediction, he might be able to go far on the road of body modification.

However.

After the body becomes stronger, a sound body cultivates a sound soul. A more powerful soul will make the power of the mind stronger. This is just a theoretical speculation of the ancient wizards when constructing the modification school road.

Will this path also have a limit?

In the end, like the current magical creature bloodline wizards, it is just a little stronger, and it is still impossible to make wizards truly become gods.

Rituals, transformations, external objects, what I saw in the book at the beginning, once again lingered in Roger's mind.

After a long time, an idea suddenly appeared.

“The path of the predecessors may not be the most suitable path for me.”

“When the problem of longevity is solved.”

“Perhaps I should try to find a path that truly belongs to me.”

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Walking in the courtyard of Hogwarts Castle, Roger suddenly felt a slight chill on the tip of his nose. Looking up, goose feather-like snowflakes began to flutter at some point.

Unlike the light snow a few days ago, this heavy snow completely announced the arrival of winter.

In terms of temperature, the British winter is from December to February of the following year.

“What’s wrong? Standing here blankly?” Behind him, a pleasant voice came.

Turning his head to look back, his classmates were all standing there, not just Hermione who spoke.

Harry, Ron, Neville and other Gryffindor little wizards, as well as Draco and other Slytherin little wizards were all there.

The two houses had just finished class together, and now they had to cross the courtyard to rush to the next classroom.

Roger stopped halfway, and the others, for some reason, also stopped and looked at Roger, who was rarely in a daze, with curious eyes.

“It’s nothing.” Roger waved his hand.

“I just suddenly feel that Christmas is coming in more than 20 days.”

“Christmas…” Many little wizards’ eyes lit up when they heard this.

Because every Christmas, they would receive some gifts.

And some little wizards began to think about what gifts to give to others.

The surrounding little wizards were excited, but Roger didn't have much anticipation.

It's not that he has any opinions about Christmas.

But this year's Christmas is a bit different.

This year is 1991.

This year's December 25th Christmas… alas.

I don't know what impact the fall of the Red Giant will have on the world in this magical world, whether it will be different from my previous life.

Of course, such thoughts only flashed through and did not stay in Roger's mind for too long. After all, no matter what the impact is, he has no ability to interfere now. It is most important to learn magic well.

Next, Roger continued as usual, attending classes, finishing classes, going to the library, going to the laboratory, and returning to the dormitory when it was almost curfew.

Just when he thought his peaceful day was about to pass…

“Roger, someone is looking for you outside!” The dormitory door was knocked.

Walking out of the Gryffindor common room, Roger saw Hagrid's tall figure at first glance.

“Why are you here?” Roger was a little strange.

Normally, Hagrid wouldn't come to him at this time.

Hagrid stood there scratching his head and said: “My experiment has yielded some results again. Although the miniaturization of magical creatures has not been completed, I think this time the results are a bit…”

“Strange?” Hagrid held back for a long time, and finally could only find this adjective.

After the last incident with the Fear Demon, Hagrid is now a bit like a snake bitten once, afraid of the well rope for ten years.

Even though he didn't see any specific danger in this time's results, Hagrid, who was afraid that he would cause trouble again by accident, contacted Roger at the first time and wanted him to take a look.

As for Roger, since the other party came all the way to find him, he couldn't let Hagrid make a wasted trip, so he went to Hagrid's hut in the Forbidden Forest again.

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“This thing…” When he saw Hagrid's new achievement for the first time, Roger was shocked on the spot.

After observing carefully, Roger breathed a sigh of relief.

Roger poked the green-skinned creature in front of him with his wand, while turning his head to look at Hagrid and asked in a suspicious tone: “Hagrid, have you ever played Warhammer 40K?”