Hogwarts: Wizards of Eternity

“Of course.” Roger had indeed said that, so Harry responded with an affirmative answer without hesitation.

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A Seer's prophecy is almost a predetermined fate, and only a very few existences can break it.

The moment he received the answer from Harry, Snape's dim world of eleven years shattered and changed.

“Then… what method do you intend to use to resurrect Lily?” Reversing his roaring posture from a minute ago, Snape asked cautiously, his back seemingly bending slightly as he spoke.

“I can't say.” Harry's tone was firm.

The matter of resurrecting his parents could be revealed; after all, Harry would have to learn many skills and magic related to the revival of the dead in the future, which was impossible to hide.

Nor was there a need to hide it.

Just like in the magical world, pursuing longevity was something many people were doing, and the resurrection of the dead was also something many wizards who wanted to retrieve their deceased loved ones were constantly researching.

As long as one didn't show tendencies towards serious illegal activities like grabbing people for experiments, few would be nosy.

But time travel was absolutely not to be revealed.

Traveling to the distant past, attempting to change history, was a major taboo strictly prohibited by all wizarding and Muggle high-level forces worldwide!

Once someone discovered that Harry wanted to do this, and he really had the ability to do so, even the title of 'Savior' and its underlying meaning might not be able to protect him.

Snape opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end, he said nothing.

The difficulty of resurrection was something Snape understood all too well; after all, how could he not have thought about reversing everything himself?

He hadn't succeeded, and countless wizards in the past who wanted to retrieve their loved ones hadn't succeeded either.

So… how would Harry succeed?

Snape found it hard to imagine.

But he could roughly guess that since Harry wouldn't say, his method was likely some kind of forbidden art not tolerated by the world.

As the saying goes, success comes from secrecy.

Snape absolutely didn't want the hope of Lily's resurrection to have even the slightest setback.

If his eagerness to learn the details at this moment led to the failure of Lily's resurrection, Snape would probably go mad.

Looking at Snape's expression, Harry pondered for a moment about what he could reveal, and then said, “Our method is very difficult, and it may take years or even decades to have a glimmer of hope, but I will do my best to do it.”

“No matter what dangers lie ahead…”

Clap!

Harry had only said half a sentence when Snape's hand heavily landed on his shoulder.

Then, he saw Professor Snape staring at him with a sharp and frightening gaze, his tone grim: “No matter what dangers lie ahead, I will tear them to shreds!”

Ignoring Harry, who was stunned in place because his words had been stolen, Snape straightened up, waved his wand, and a piece of paper flew into his palm.

With another wave, a line of words appeared in ink on the white paper.

If Roger were here, he would definitely find this thing very familiar.

“Harry, take this.”

Snape stuffed the slip of paper into Harry's hand, and Harry subconsciously looked down, only to discover that it was the [Hogwarts Library, Restricted Section Book Borrowing Slip].

And it was a 'blank' slip that could be used to borrow any book without a title!

“Come again tomorrow morning, and I'll give you some things. Remember, no matter what dangers and troubles you encounter, you can come to me at any time.”

Although there wasn't the slightest smile on Snape's face.

Harry could feel that Snape's promise at this moment was more trustworthy than an Unbreakable Vow!

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“Are you kidding me!”

“What?” Goyle mumbled, pulling out a handful of snacks from his pocket, while subconsciously responding to his 'boss'.

Draco Malfoy didn't care what Goyle was doing and continued, “I'm talking about the potions class just now.”

“Damn it, are we Slytherins or is that Harry bastard a Slytherin?”

“...Could it be that Headmaster Snape was replaced by someone using Polyjuice Potion?” Draco had a look of utter disbelief.

Professor Snape's attitude towards Harry before was something everyone could sense the animosity in, but now…

Hiss!

Of course, it wasn't just Malfoy and the other young wizards who were questioning Snape's behavior; even Hagrid and other wizards who had been paying attention to Harry were dumbfounded.

But they were destined not to get an answer; Harry, with his greatly different state of mind, wouldn't reveal the secret, and Snape, in his lifelong conduct, wouldn't explain to outsiders.

Only Roger knew everything.

Harry wouldn't reveal the secret, but in his eyes, Roger was different, and Harry didn't think he could hide anything from a Seer.

Bang!

The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground rang out.

“Be careful, Harry, these are alchemical items; put them down gently!” Hermione's voice came from nearby.

“It's okay, it's okay; these things aren't that fragile.” Roger, on the other side, waved his hand, indicating that they didn't need to be so nervous.

Professor McGonagall was very fast; the Geiger counter had been delivered yesterday, and it had gotten rid of its lead coffin shape.

“...Sorry.” Harry, who had been called by Roger to help, scratched the corner of his forehead apologetically.

Although Roger said not to mind, Harry still apologized for his absent-mindedness just now.

“Speaking of which, I'm really troubling you this time.” Roger said with a smile.

Now that he had come to Hogwarts, he naturally had to respect local customs.

For example, preparing some gifts for the children for the upcoming festival.

But although Roger's body was that of an 11-year-old child, his real age was not; moreover, even if he had been 11 years old, it would have been after the 21st century. With a generation gap every 3 years, how would he know what 11-year-old children in the 20th century would like?

So he asked Harry, Hermione, and Neville to help him brainstorm.

Why not Ron? He was too talkative; if the gifts were less of a surprise, it would always feel a bit lacking.

“It's no trouble; I'm very happy to be able to help.” Neville said from another corner of the Room of Requirement, 'Roger's Private Storage', while organizing items.

He was always forgetful and often had accidents in class; Roger had helped him smooth out many troubles. Although he was forgetful, he wouldn't forget these kindnesses.

“Roger, what is this?” After Neville finished speaking, Hermione walked to Roger's side, holding a sphere the size of a satsuma.

This was Roger's alchemical item storage room, containing various products of Roger's alchemical experiments during this period.

The vast majority were 'failures'.

Of course, the so-called failures were only judged based on the research objectives.

For example, the magic ring 'Second Heart', which could restart blood circulation in someone whose heartbeat had stopped.

This was a failed product of Roger's attempt to reconstruct the human body's material circulation system using alchemical techniques, but its strength was not up to par.

There was also the 'X-ray Glasses' that gave people X-ray vision.

This was a failed work that Roger made when he tried to develop an alchemical item that could directly observe the quantum world through the appearance of matter.

These glasses could only be used to choose whether to see through clothes or skin, flesh, etc., by turning the compass on the frame… It didn't help Roger's magical progress at all; this useless thing was thrown into the scrap heap by Roger along with the Second Heart.

Most of the failures here had a label attached, stating their purpose. Hermione, Harry, and Neville would pick out small trinkets from them that were suitable as gifts for the young wizards while not causing trouble.

But there were also some alchemical items that had no labels on them.

This was Roger's private storage room; those with labels were completed before Roger's Second Brain development was completed, when he didn't have absolute memory ability. Roger wrote labels to prevent himself from forgetting or mixing up their functions.

After having absolute memory ability, there was no need to go to the trouble.

At this moment, the one Hermione brought over was a late-stage alchemical work without a label. Roger glanced at it and a smile rose at the corner of his mouth.

“You've really found something interesting.”

“This is a failure I created when I was creating an upgraded version of the Second Brain.”

“How about it? Are you interested in trying it out?”

Hermione stroked the sphere in her hand, feeling somewhat inexplicable: “Second Brain? What's it for?”

“Um…” Roger recalled slightly.

This was a bit complicated to explain.

However, Roger quickly came up with a suitable description: “It can let you see a little of what the world looks like in my eyes.”

As soon as he finished speaking, not only Hermione but even Neville and Harry, who were sometimes absent-minded, had their faces filled with curiosity.

The world in Roger's eyes…

They really wanted to know what it was like!