Hogwarts: Wizards of Eternity

Magic is a complex and intricate discipline. Most people find it incredibly difficult to master even a single branch, let alone innovate and develop in multiple directions. Only a select few true powerhouses are qualified to do that.

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While Professor McGonagall is strong, she isn't powerful to that extent.

She 'knows' alchemy, but her primary focus is on Transfiguration, so she hasn't delved very far into alchemy.

In fact, she initially studied alchemy to explore further possibilities in Transfiguration, attempting to directly create alchemical items using Transfiguration.

After a failed exploration with minimal gains, she didn't continue down the path of alchemy.

However, even with her limited knowledge, it's enough to teach Roger, a complete novice, the basics.

Professor McGonagall also had her own motives for teaching Roger alchemy.

She had discerned that Roger is a remarkably stubborn person. While he's willing to listen to advice, nothing can stop him from pursuing what he believes is right, even if it means facing a near-certain death.

Minerva McGonagall hadn't forgotten their conversation in front of the Leaky Cauldron.

Reversing time, seeking redemption from the river of time… life is long, and who doesn't have regrets?

Whether from a teacher's perspective or a personal one, Professor McGonagall hoped Roger would live well.

So, she wanted to guide Roger down a new path. Experimenting with external objects is much safer and more forgiving than experimenting on his own body.

Of course, learning alchemy isn't something that happens overnight; it's a gradual process.

After agreeing with Roger that she would set aside some time to personally teach him alchemy, they left the Deputy Headmistress's office and headed to the spacious courtyard of Hogwarts Castle.

Madam Rolanda Hooch's flying lesson was about to begin.

Hogwarts' ethos is twofold: first, to teach according to aptitude, with ordinary students taking ordinary courses, and ambitious students studying independently in the library and joining small classes organized by teachers. Whether you're working as a labourer or in the Ministry of Magic, everyone has a bright future.

Second, to promote unity and competition. After students are divided into four houses, they aren't completely isolated. On the contrary, to encourage more interaction, the school's courses are usually taught jointly by two random houses.

For example, this lesson is with the lions and snakes together, and the next lesson will be with the lions and eagles.

And today, coincidentally, it's a joint lesson for Slytherin and Gryffindor. They formed two rows of teams according to their houses, winking at each other intentionally or unintentionally.

This is a typical 'exchange' between the two rival houses, but when they saw Roger's arrival, the faces of both the Gryffindor lions and the Slytherin snakes couldn't help but twitch, and the atmosphere slowly calmed down.

Draco Malfoy, who had held a grudge against Harry Potter for not giving him face on the train and rejecting his overtures, withdrew his glare at Harry and looked down at his broomstick.

Since the last time he and Harry made too much noise after a certain class, resulting in Roger 'sanctioning' him, he didn't want to provoke Roger anymore.

… Shouldn't a Seer only be able to predict the future? How can he also see the past and dig up other people's dark history! That's too despicable!

Roger pretended not to notice the atmosphere just now and began to communicate with Madam Hooch, along with Professor McGonagall.

Rolanda Hooch, who is mild-mannered and conservative, clearly had some objections to Harry, a first-year student, becoming a Seeker for the school team, but she frowned and didn't explicitly object.

After all, one was the Deputy Headmistress, plus a Seer, and the other was the 'Savior' of the British wizarding world, while she was a teacher of a 'flying water class' with low magical technical content, even if she wanted to interject…

Those who understand, understand.

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Things progressed very smoothly. Harry's flying talent was already very high, and coupled with the physical talent Roger had modified for him, it made Harry terrifyingly strong.

Now, with just a little training to increase his experience, he would be fully qualified to be a formal player in the Quidditch World Cup. This level is like a second-tier national team member playing in an amateur event.

When Harry performed a series of difficult maneuvers in front of the two professors according to Roger's instructions, even Madam Hooch, who loved Quidditch but hated special privileges and breaking the rules to force people in, was completely speechless.

She even reversed her slightly disgusted attitude from just now, and now her eyes almost shone when she looked at Harry.

"Good, a good seed!" Rolanda Hooch began to imagine Harry winning the Quidditch World Cup in the future.

Professor McGonagall was also very satisfied. It seemed that she wouldn't have to avoid Snape this year.

Roger was even more looking forward to what fun scenes would appear in Quidditch this year.

Seeing the expressions of the few people, Harry, who had just performed several high-difficulty maneuvers, knew that he was in.

And just when the four people present were in a good mood, an accident happened.

"I said, I don't need you to teach me!" Ron, who had fallen to the ground covered in grass clippings, got up.

"Hahahahaha…" Draco looked at the long, swollen red mark on Ron's face, drawn by the wooden handle of the broomstick, and laughed wantonly.

The Malfoy family, which values bloodline honor, has always been very unhappy with the Weasley family, who can be called the 'shame of the pure-blood sacred family'. Seeing Ron embarrassed, he was naturally very happy.

"I…" Hermione Granger frowned and wanted to say something.

Seeing that Hermione still wanted to speak, Ron didn't even bother to pay attention to Draco, who was mocking him. His blood pressure soared, and he glared at Hermione, his face flushed: "I said! I'm fed up with you! Fed up with your condescending, meddling attitude! No wonder you don't have any friends!"

He almost shouted these words.

As soon as he finished speaking, Hermione's eyes immediately turned red, her breathing became rapid, she opened her mouth to say something, but she couldn't say anything.

Hermione Granger is a young witch from a Muggle family. Her family has no connection with magic at all. A letter of admission sent her to this strange world.

She was curious about the world of magic, and also afraid of this foreign land where she had no relatives.

In response, she chose to read, arming herself with knowledge, but as soon as she took the first step into school, she was 'tripped'.

She met Roger.

She discovered that the skills that only a few elite wizards could master, the things she couldn't even figure out how to get started with, could be easily mastered by truly talented wizards in their childhood.

Her confidence, which had been hit, wasn't rebuilt until she officially began studying at Hogwarts and discovered that Roger was just an exception, and most of the young wizards were not as good as herself.

But even so, the feeling of powerlessness after being hit hadn't completely dissipated. The young wizards from wizarding families around her were familiar with each other before entering school, and the feeling of being excluded from various circles made her feel even more lonely and uneasy.

She longed for friends, longed to be recognized by others, and wanted to get rid of the invisible discrimination brought about by her different background.

So, how could she get these?

Hermione Granger thought the answer was simple, and that was Roger Virgil!

He, like herself, came from a Muggle background, but easily gained everyone's recognition. Although most people were somewhat afraid of Roger because of his behavior, those who had received his help truly believed that Roger was trustworthy and worthy of respect.

"If you feel like you're at your wits' end and don't know what to do, why not try going to Roger?" These words began to circulate among the students.

Hermione admired Roger, so she decided to imitate Roger.

Roger didn't care at all about other people's opinions of himself and was maverick. Hermione used her feigned arrogance to make herself different.

Roger never paused his pace of learning, and Hermione also spent every day in the library, studying day and night.

Roger would help others as much as possible when they sought reasonable help from him, and Hermione used her advantage of knowing a lot of knowledge to point out the mistakes in other people's magic learning as much as possible and give correct guidance.

She shared what she thought was the most precious knowledge for free, hoping that others could feel her heart.

Except for the iron-fisted suppression of classmates, which made the students of the four houses achieve 'maintaining surface friendliness when they are present', which was impossible to imitate, Hermione had tried her best to replicate all of Roger's actions in her own way.

But Hermione didn't get good results, and loneliness still lingered around her. People kept her at arm's length.

And today, it was even more…

Ron was a different situation. He was born into a large family, and his 'brother' status at home was low and not valued. His entire childhood was full of various frustrations.

He wanted to become a powerful wizard, to become someone like the Quidditch captain in his impression, who was the focus of everyone's attention, majestic, and respected.

But after he entered Hogwarts, he found that his talent was not enough to support his ideas. His speed of learning various knowledge seemed to be very mediocre.

So he started to slack off, playing wizard chess every day, coping with homework to the bare minimum, complaining, and always mumbling about various small things in life.

And today, his only good friend, Harry, seemed to be about to become the kind of person he had dreamed of becoming.

Ron was happy for his friend, but a feeling of sadness and bitterness still welled up in his heart.

He looked at his flying broom, a spark of fire silently burning in his eyes.

‘Try it, just try it, maybe I'm like Harry and have talent too?’ A voice kept saying in his heart.

He began trying to do some extracurricular flying maneuvers at a low altitude of two meters off the ground, flying maneuvers of Quidditch players that he had seen on the news.

Hermione noticed Ron's rash actions and tried to stop him, but Ron didn't listen to her at all.

So she began to point out some of the problems with Ron's flying, to prevent him from making a mistake and having an accident.

But flying is something that requires concentration. The shame of having his mistakes pointed out, coupled with Draco's smirk on the side, made the 11-year-old boy feel even more embarrassed.

With his mind in turmoil, he lost control of the broom, which suddenly struck him in the face, and he fell to the ground.

…Previously, when learning magic in other classes, Ron had been very unhappy with Hermione's 'busybodiness', but because Harry had told him not to speak ill of others, he had endured it.

This time, with more 'busybodiness', the old grudges and new hatreds erupted together, and that's what happened just now.

Noticing the students arguing, Professor McGonagall wanted to go over and stop them, but Roger reached out and stopped her.

“I'll handle it, Professor.”