Hogwarts: Wizards of Eternity

Between Roger and Voldemort, in Voldemort's eyes, it was an absolutely antagonistic relationship.

Voldemort wanted to obtain the ultimate and eternal power he desired, and Roger, a 'monster' with a great threat, had to be eliminated.

As for Roger, Voldemort had a blood feud with his partners, and his existence also threatened Dumbledore, to whom he owed a great debt.

Moreover, Voldemort was not an innocent figure like a baby.

Therefore, although Roger didn't consider Voldemort an enemy, he wouldn't mind erasing him from the world if he had the chance.

But whether it was Voldemort or Roger, both were quite informal people.

Even if the other party was an enemy, they wouldn't mind communicating and learning from each other, gaining knowledge from the other party that could make them stronger.

There was absolutely no thought that an enemy's weapon was very useful, but I would sneer at other people's achievements for the sake of so-called political correctness.

Learning the enemy's skills to defeat the enemy was a very common thing in their eyes.

So when Roger only knew about Voldemort's five Horcruxes, and Voldemort was also restricted by oaths and other limitations and couldn't attack him on campus this year, after both sides couldn't do anything to the other, they occasionally communicated.

December 24th, Christmas Eve.

Voldemort and Quirrell came as usual to keep their appointment, continuing the almost impossible game with Roger.

"Don't you find it ironic?"

"Hmm?" Standing in front of the Room of Requirement, which had to be passed three times to enter, Roger turned his head and glanced at Voldemort, who was turning around to open the room.

He saw him using Quirrell's body to flick the plastic ball hanging next to the Barnabas the Barmy tapestry, which had been beaten by trolls.

It was a Christmas decoration that had already been put up on Christmas Eve.

"We are clearly wizards, but we are celebrating that person's birthday."

"The world of wizards and Muggles is too deeply intertwined. You are in me, and I am in you, entangled in all aspects..." Voldemort's gaze shifted from the plastic ball to the outside of the window, looking down from the 8th floor at Hagrid in the courtyard, who was dragging a Christmas tree.

Generations of Muggle wizards were constantly bringing various aspects of Muggle society into the wizarding world, which was difficult to stop.

He established the Death Eaters with the banner of pure-blood, wanting a 'pure' team, but...

Can it really be distinguished?

He always remembered Roger's theory of 'if you can't beat them, join them.' Voldemort thought it was feasible, but the pride and persistence in his heart didn't allow him to do so.

It was already very difficult for ordinary people to do things that violated their principles. For someone like Voldemort, whose thinking was deeply affected by negative emotional magic and whose ideas were even more extreme, it was ten times more difficult.

'Correctness' and 'persistence' fought in his mind, tormenting him all the time.

"It's more than just wizards and Muggles. Look at the countries in the Muggle world. Aren't they also intertwined? Too many strange events and world trends are developing. As long as you apply this sentence, you can clear away many mists in your vision."

Roger, who came from the era of comprehensive globalization, said casually.

"This can also be regarded as a certain trend of the times. Unless you have the strength to completely overturn the table, you'd better join in and become an indispensable part of others."

"The era of isolation is over." After speaking, Roger walked into the Room of Requirement without looking back as the door opened.

Voldemort looked at Roger's back, and a thought flashed in his mind.

...Could it be that I really have to study how Muggles become wizards and then carry out that plan?

"Are you also going to follow this trend, Roger!"

"The strong don't complain about the environment, because the strong will turn the environment into what they want... just like I used my fists and wand to make Slytherin and Gryffindor get along harmoniously in front of me."

Roger didn't answer directly, but the answer was obvious.

The path he was going to take was a different one.

Voldemort: "..."

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When the battle first started, Quirrell could still exchange blows with Roger on the surface, but now, almost two months later, Quirrell was no match for Roger, and was knocked down by Roger in one encounter.

After the routine and boring battle ended, Voldemort wanted to leave.

But Roger stopped him and asked the question: "Voldemort, why did you choose the path of magic you are on now?"

"I've been hesitating recently about which path I should take. Can you give me some advice for reference?" Roger asked straightforwardly without any concealment, with a sincere smile on his face.

Hearing Roger's words, Voldemort couldn't help but be stunned for a moment: "You're asking me this? Are you serious?!"

Although the two would also talk about some sensitive topics, this question was obviously out of line.

For a moment, Voldemort wondered if Roger was joking, but looking at Roger's sincere appearance... Are you for real?

"I'm not planning to explore your core magical secrets. I'm just curious about the reason you chose this path."

"Reason..." Voldemort and Roger silently looked at each other for more than ten seconds.

After thinking for a long time, he felt that it wouldn't hurt to say a few simple words.

For someone who was qualified to talk to him normally, Voldemort was not so taciturn: "There's no special reason. It's just because only the path of magic I chose can give me the power and ability to realize my ambitions."

Voldemort didn't specifically say what kind of path he had chosen, nor did he deceive Roger. He just used vague words to describe his mental journey at the time.

Compared to Minerva McGonagall and Severus Snape, Voldemort and Roger were in a more similar situation. Both were talented enough to be proficient in many magics and had several paths to choose from. His answer was very useful for Roger to refer to.

Lie?

To others, Voldemort might not mind weaving a trap with rhetoric, and then watching the other party fall into it, and finally become his pawn.

But Roger was different.

Roger's ability to observe fate was already so strong that Voldemort couldn't understand it. Using lies to plot against a seer?

Being a clown wasn't done that way!

For Roger, Voldemort always either said nothing or told the truth, and would not do anything that would make him look foolish.

"I see." A flash of inspiration flashed in Roger's mind.

Professor McGonagall's 'expertise'.

Professor Snape's 'true love'.

Voldemort's 'power'.

A large number of words intertwined in his mind, and Roger had already noticed the commonality among them.

"Thank you for sharing. I think I know what to do." Roger's smile became brighter.

Looking at Roger's appearance, Voldemort nodded without much care, and then turned and left.

The path of magic was something that, as long as you could touch the threshold to enter it, except for a very few fools who came by luck, you could basically find the path you should choose the most.

Voldemort believed that whether he answered this question or not would not have a significant impact on Roger's final achievements.

Even if he didn't answer, it would at most delay Roger's development time by a month or two. Other than showing that he was narrow-minded and embarrassing himself in front of the seer, it was meaningless.

Compared to the seer, Voldemort was more concerned about another question now.

After leaving the Room of Requirement, Voldemort did not go in the direction of the library.

Instead, he took out an envelope from his arms with great interest and played with it in his hand.

He went all the way down the stairs.

He came to a familiar door.

He had tried every means to enter it before Halloween.

In order to pass the guard of the three-headed dog without causing a big commotion, he had also spent some effort to get a Boggart to trick information from Hagrid.

But after Halloween, his actions became a joke, and the Philosopher's Stone was not here.

The three-headed dog had also been transferred away at some point.

In the empty room, Voldemort lifted the trapdoor.

He jumped down.

It was a room that had been greatly expanded by the Undetectable Extension Charm.

A boy wearing glasses looked like he had been waiting for a long time.

"Voldemort." The boy wearing glasses murmured softly, that nightmarish name.

"...Harry Potter." Looking at that figure, Voldemort showed an interested expression, and threw the 'invitation letter' that had been sent to his office by an owl this morning.

The letter stuck diagonally on the ground.

"I didn't expect that I didn't go looking for trouble with you, but you actually had the courage to come to me."

"Who gave you the courage?"

"Is it the Death Eater behind you?!" Over Harry Potter's body, Voldemort focused his gaze on Severus Snape behind him.

Severus Snape's hidden identity was exposed in one breath.

But neither Snape nor Harry had any reaction.

"I invited you here to settle the accounts from 11 years ago." Harry said in a calm tone.

Seeing that the two people's reactions were not what he had expected, Voldemort narrowed his eyes and said in a teasing tone: "Settle the accounts from 11 years ago?"

"The things I did to torture and kill your poor parents?"

"Hahahaha, if you want to settle that account, I think you should settle it with the guy behind you first."

"Severus, what did you do 11 years ago? Do you want me to tell him loudly now, or... will you say it yourself?!"

Voldemort decided to drop some bombshells.

It wasn't that he felt there was any need to sow discord between these two.

Rather, just looking at the painful expressions on these two guys' faces would make him feel good all day!