Hogwarts: Wizards of Eternity

Breathing rapidly, his hair and forehead were soaked with cold sweat.

Harry's pupils were slightly dilated, as if he had just run 3000 meters.

Roger hadn't seen the later movies, but he had watched short video clips focusing on Snape.

In his previous life, Snape was quite popular, and he had occasionally come across them.

This time, Roger took the death scenes he had seen and expanded upon them, using his own mental techniques to enhance the realism and add details.

When presented to Harry, the experience should be similar to experiencing it firsthand.

"Just now…" After a while, Harry, who had escaped from that terrifying sense of death, opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

"That was a possible future if I didn't exist."

"Voldemort returns in full form, and everyone at Hogwarts fights and dies one by one."

"Don't make that ugly expression. Since I'm here, the future won't develop in that direction."

But this time, Roger misunderstood. The real reason for Harry's ugly expression was…

"Voldemort is really still alive?!"

Before entering school, he had asked Hagrid about Voldemort, and Hagrid had given a vague answer: 'Some people think he's dead, others say different things, but I think he's still alive.'

And now, this unresolved question in his heart was suddenly confirmed by Roger.

"Of course he's still alive, and he's in Hogwarts right now."

"…" Harry was a little numb from receiving so much information today.

"But don't worry, with Dumbledore, the professors, and me, Voldemort, who hasn't regained his power, can't cause any trouble. Just continue to go to school in peace."

The silent Harry suddenly realized that the world might never have been as simple as he thought.

It was Roger, Dumbledore, and others who shielded him from all the storms, allowing him to live a peaceful life.

Only now, the real world had just lifted a corner in front of him.

"Alright, you've rested enough, right? Next, we're going to visit other professors."

"Fortunately, your parents were both well-known figures at the school. We should be able to quickly piece together their general experiences at school and some things after graduation."

As he spoke, Roger dragged Harry to the next professor's office.

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"Not going to struggle anymore?" Roger asked with a smile.

Roger quickly completed Harry's matter.

While Harry was immersed in the stories of his parents that Roger 'borrowed' from various professors, Roger was not idle.

In addition to his usual magical research, he now had another important task.

Continuing his agreement with Voldemort, using Quirrell as a stepping stone, he sparred with Voldemort remotely every week.

At first, Voldemort would teach Quirrell magic to determine if Roger's predictions were truly flawless.

But after confirming that Roger's predictions had no flaws that he could exploit, Voldemort stopped teaching Quirrell.

Continuing would only make this little seer more familiar with his methods, which was meaningless.

"Let's talk next time." After ending today's battle, Voldemort ignored Roger's continued invitation to fight.

In fact, it wasn't that Voldemort had no chance of turning the tables.

He had one last trick.

Voldemort was proficient in various dark arts, including some evil rituals that sacrificed life to squeeze a wizard's potential, which might offer a slim chance of breaking the stalemate.

But this 'live and die together' approach had two problems: first, according to the agreement, Voldemort couldn't directly interfere in the battle, so Quirrell had to set up the ritual himself and volunteer to die.

Second, after being defeated by the little seer, Voldemort rarely experienced a sense of powerlessness.

Looking back at the Hogwarts library, Voldemort suddenly realized that he seemed to have some room for improvement in certain aspects.

The more he knew, the more he felt his own immaturity.

Voldemort was reluctant to give up the useful identity of 'Quirrell' for the time being.

"Alright." Roger didn't force it, but he was a little disappointed.

Sparring with Quirrell not only greatly enhanced his experience in fighting wizards but also allowed him to test many new spells, raising his mastery of magic to a new level.

If possible, Roger wanted to fight a few more rounds.

The door of the Room of Requirement opened, and the two returned to the tapestry on the eighth floor of Hogwarts, then walked in the same direction.

After the battle, they usually went to the library, but they read their own books. Walking together was just a coincidence.

But today was slightly different. Feeling that his alchemical eye was about to succeed, only one step away from initial immortality, Roger suddenly had a question to ask Voldemort.

"Voldemort." As he spoke, Roger snapped his fingers, setting up a small-scale soundproofing spell.

Quirrell next to him didn't react at all, but Roger knew he was listening.

"I remember, your goal is infinite life and supreme power, right?"

"What is it?" Voldemort said through Quirrell.

He was a little strange as to why this little seer suddenly wanted to talk to him about this.

"Do you really think Horcruxes can make you immortal, and a ragtag army like the Death Eaters can give you supreme power?"

Voldemort didn't react much to Roger mentioning the secret of Horcruxes and calling the Death Eaters a ragtag army.

After all, the other party was a seer, so it was normal to know a lot. The Death Eaters were indeed slightly inferior in purity compared to the Acolytes of Grindelwald, the great seer of the wizarding world.

"The physical body is not important to wizards. Willpower is the source of our greatness."

"The true power of Horcruxes lies not only in giving me multiple chances to resurrect."

"But also in that it can engrave my mind, and I can make my will at different times permanent."

Voldemort didn't avoid this topic. If someone unqualified opened their mouth, he would feel offended and kill them.

But this little seer was qualified to talk about this with him.

Voldemort was even a little curious about how Roger, a fellow traveler on the road to immortality, viewed his Horcruxes.

Roger nodded. If he calculated according to his immature arrangement of longevity, agelessness, immortality, and indestructibility.

Voldemort had already reached the 'immortality' stage and completed the initial stage of immortality.

Disregard the physical body, the soul lives forever.

Engrave the will, the mind does not age.

Fragment the soul to proliferate, death is also rebirth.

But…

"And then?"

"What then?" Voldemort didn't realize what Roger was asking.

"Horcruxes at this stage are far from being called immortality."

"Do you know that the people in the Department of Mysteries are studying time? If someone is willing to sacrifice their life to go back decades and prevent your parents from meeting, wouldn't you just disappear? Ten thousand Horcruxes wouldn't help."

Roger looked at Voldemort with a serious expression and asked his real doubt: "Your goal is immortality, and you want to do great things like ruling the world. Countless wizards will become your enemies, and any attack could land on you."

"Space-time, fate, and even other more terrifying methods. Your path to immortality still has many shortcomings."

"Why did you just complete the Horcruxes, stop there, and impatiently stand on the stage of history?"