Hogwarts: Wizards of Eternity

All the way, they chatted and laughed, watching the countryside outside the window become increasingly green and tidy. The train passed through one Muggle town after another. The young wizards ate Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, took off their wizard robes, and changed into jackets and short tops. Finally, the train pulled into Platform 9 and 3/4 at King's Cross Station.

A stern old guard stood at the dividing wall, allowing only two or three people to pass at a time.

A Confundus Charm, not a Mind Control Tower, was placed on King's Cross Station. A group of people passing through the solid wall into the station together would definitely alert the Muggles to the anomaly.

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After queuing for a while, Roger and Harry finally returned to the Muggle station from the wizarding station.

With them were other acquaintances.

Hannah was picked up by her father. Roger greeted him, after all, he had stayed at their place for so long, and they even gave Roger a ride to school.

"I've heard about it, you did great things at school... Thank you." Mr. Abbott said sincerely. He had never been to the East and didn't understand what it meant to 'transform into a dragon upon encountering wind and clouds,' but he knew the universal principle that 'when one achieves enlightenment, even one's pets ascend to heaven.'

Although he and Hannah were sorted into different houses and didn't have much contact usually, as long as others knew she had some connection with Roger, they wouldn't dare to do anything like bullying her at school.

This was truly a case of a photo with a big shot deterring enemies.

"It's the Seer and Harry Potter! Look, Mom!" In the exclamation of Ginny, the youngest daughter of the Weasley family who hadn't yet entered school, Ron, George, Fred, Percy, and the other Weasley brothers were also picked up by their parents.

"Roger, the world we created is about to be completed. I'll send you a letter by owl when the time comes. You must come and see it." George and Fred said goodbye to Roger with a smile.

On the other side, Ron was also whispering to Harry.

Hermione stood on tiptoe, looking into the distance. Although the old guard restricted access to the other side, there were too many parents waiting here, layer upon layer. Hermione couldn't find her parents for a moment.

Roger pointed her in the right direction.

"I say, are you ready or not!"

Harry's uncle, Vernon Dursley, had also arrived. Although his surname was a more elegant transliteration, he himself didn't seem to have anything to do with those three words.

At this moment, he was flushed, watching Harry and his 'little companions' talking and not leaving, looking quite impatient and angry.

Looking past Vernon, Roger saw Harry's Aunt Petunia and cousin Dudley behind him.

As soon as they saw Harry, they showed a frightened and uneasy expression.

Roger felt that the middle-aged man's anger seemed to be because Harry was delaying things, but perhaps his wife and son's performance was the main reason.

Unlike his wife Petunia, Vernon had no blood relationship with Harry. To him, Harry was just a burden, and a hateful one at that, who made his wife and children scared.

"You must be Harry's family!" Mrs. Weasley looked curiously at the Dursley family.

"You could say that," Uncle Vernon said.

"Hurry up, boy, we can't afford to waste a whole day." After saying that, he turned and walked away without looking back.

He didn't want to have anything to do with his wife's hated wizards.

If it weren't for Petunia's request, he really wouldn't have come.

Hermione, who hadn't gone far, looked at Harry's family and couldn't help but mutter something in a low voice.

Harry glanced at Uncle Vernon's departing figure, then turned back to look at his companions.

"Go ahead, I'll come find you in a couple of days," Roger said to Harry with a smile.

"Okay, see you later." Harry nodded and followed his uncle's footsteps.

"See you later."

Everyone went back to their own homes and found their own mothers. Roger watched as the people at the station became fewer and fewer, and as he was thinking about where he would stay tonight, a low voice sounded from behind him.

"Roger."

Turning his head, it was actually Severus Snape.

Except for a few people with special reasons, the teachers also had to leave Hogwarts, including Snape.

"This is?" Looking at the not-too-small test tube filled with liquid that was handed to him, Roger looked questioningly at Snape, who had just called out to him.

"A small token of gratitude for many things," Snape said with a hint of awkwardness.

Roger instantly understood that it must be for Harry's matter, so he took it. For someone like Snape, if you refused him, he would only think you looked down on him, and there would be even more trouble.

"This is not a small token at all," Roger said, looking at the Felix Felicis in his hand.

This was one of the most advanced potions in the wizarding world that money couldn't buy. Some people also called it 'Liquid Luck'. "Compared to the weight in my heart, it's insignificant," Snape replied.

Roger didn't say anything more. The same thing had different meanings in different people's eyes. In some people's eyes, glass marbles could also be treasures surpassing diamonds.

"Speaking of which, your change in attitude towards Harry is a bit beyond my expectations," Roger said, changing the subject.

Since the other party had given him a valuable gift, Roger couldn't just take it and leave without saying a word. He had to say a few polite words.

Roger could understand that Snape's attitude towards Harry would change after Harry had the possibility of saving Lily, but Roger could sense that Harry and Snape's relationship was getting better, and this was not just because of the resurrection.

Rather, Snape had a genuine affection for Harry, and this affection didn't stem from the resurrection.

"I just took off my tinted glasses," Snape's eyes showed a hint of melancholy.

"He's nothing like James Potter, nor is he like his mother."

"He shouldn't be anyone's substitute, he's just Harry."

Seeing the courage that he lacked in his life in Harry, Snape couldn't help but imagine that if he had the courage to face the facts of right and wrong and face difficulties when he was still a student, wouldn't Lily have left, and everything would have developed in another direction?

Thinking of this, Snape's gaze suddenly froze when he looked at Roger.

"Speaking of which," Snape's expression became thoughtful.

"If you really want to say who he looks like, Harry seems to be more like you."

"... Ah?" Snape's topic was too jumpy, and Roger was stunned for a moment.

"It's not just Harry. Hermione, Professor McGonagall, Headmaster Dumbledore, those who are often in contact with you, are becoming more and more like you."

"From their behavior, from the way they think about things." The more he said, the more Snape frowned.

"The excessive focus on magic, starting to think about some very grand things." Now that he thought about it, Snape could feel the difference between everyone and the past.

When Professor McGonagall watched the Quidditch matches at school, she was obviously not as passionate as she used to be. She used to like Quidditch very much.

Headmaster Dumbledore was also the same. Several times Snape had something to look for him, he found him doing magic research. The last time Headmaster Dumbledore was like this was a long time ago.

Since he was almost 100 years old, Dumbledore had withdrawn his energy from magic and put more of it on the education of the next generation, but now...

Thinking of this, Severus Snape's slightly furrowed brows relaxed, and the corners of his mouth curled up in an imperceptible arc: "I feel like you're like a source of infection."

"But it's not a bad thing."

In Snape's eyes, Voldemort was not dead, and Grindelwald had escaped from prison again. In this troubled time, it was better for everyone to become stronger.

Loving to learn, having goals, and studying magic were all good things.

Snape was calm here, but Roger's eyebrows began to furrow.

"More and more like me—"

"Source of infection—"

"Self, Gu technique, time, all living beings, dimensional magic, self-dimension, medium dimension, subspace, the only easy thing is not easy—." Roger's eyes gradually became empty, and he kept murmuring words.

"Huh?" Snape noticed that Roger's appearance was a bit strange.

But he didn't rashly disturb him. He recognized this state. People would be like this when they suddenly figured something out.

He was also in this state at the moment when he took a key step on the road of potion making.

"Alaya—that's right, Alaya-vijnana!"

"I understand, I understand!"

The empty pupils gradually bloomed with infinite brilliance!

Roger couldn't help laughing: "My path to immortality, maybe I can go this way."

But soon Roger's smile quickly subsided, because he soon realized that the method he had accidentally realized was a bit too dangerous.

His crisis prediction might not be able to help too much.

This time, he really had to rely entirely on his own will.

"Mr. Severus, thank you very much this time. I will remember this favor," Roger said very sincerely.

A flash of inspiration was worth a thousand gold. Roger sincerely appreciate Snape.

Although this road was dangerous, Roger still wanted to try to walk it.

Just like he said before.

People who cherish their lives in the face of great events and forget their lives for petty gains are not worthy of attaining eternal life!

Since 'it' had a chance of success, Roger would personally experiment and verify it again before saying anything else.

A few days later.

Harry, who was eating breakfast, heard a knock on the door.

Thinking that the agreed time was near, Harry's eyes lit up and he hurriedly got up and walked to the door. Through the cat's eye on the door, he saw Roger's figure.

Opening the door, Harry, who had a smile on his face, was about to speak when his smile suddenly froze.

"Roger, you—" Harry couldn't say why, but he had a strange feeling.

"Very perceptive, it seems your research on time magic is good," Roger was not surprised by Harry's perception.

After all, I've been frequently using Time Magic these past few days. It would be strange if Harry, who is on the path of Time Magic, didn't sense anything.

"How are the preparations going, Harry? When are we leaving?"

However, Harry didn't answer the question. Instead, his face extremely serious, he asked: "Roger,

Are you alright? I feel like something's very wrong with you right now. What have you done?!"

"...Harry, have you ever tried communicating with yourself?"