Hogwarts: Wizards of Eternity

As one of the Pure-Blood Twenty-Eight, and also a British aristocratic family, the Malfoy family's splendor in their living environment was completely unmatched by their old rivals, the Weasley family, who lived in the Burrow.

Although the Weasley family held a department within the Ministry of Magic and wielded considerable power, they were still a step below the Malfoy family in terms of status.

As the head of such an ancient and powerful family, Lucius Malfoy should have been living a carefree life, squandering wealth and enjoying the finer things.

But the reality was far from it.

The seemingly powerful Malfoy family had always faced a significant crisis.

Pure-bloods versus Muggles.

Anyone could see that with the Muggle population increasing from less than 1 billion to several billion in recent centuries, the number of Muggle-born wizards would inevitably explode.

The gradual decline of pure-blood families would become an inevitable trend under such overwhelming pressure, the old order would be broken, and a new order would descend.

Even apart from the wizarding world, the technological advancements of Muggles were a worrying trend.

Faced with this situation, the Malfoy family had struggled—and tragically, they chose the wrong side.

Lucius almost got caught and sent to Azkaban along with many Death Eaters.

After the Voldemort incident, Lucius, after much soul-searching, decided to switch sides. But his son's return home for Christmas brought bad news: his attempt to build a good relationship with the Savior had failed.

Misfortune never comes singly, and the subsequent bad news kept coming one after another.

Looking at Dumbledore before him, Lucius was in despair.

— Finally, Dumbledore refused Roger's company and came alone.

He wouldn't let a child do such dirty work that might involve coercion or other things, even if the other party was willing.

"I—"

Dumbledore had just uttered the first word when Lucius preemptively said, "Headmaster Dumbledore, I was forced!"

Huh?

Dumbledore was taken aback by Lucius's performance.

'It was my fault, I shouldn't have done that, but I simply didn't dare to resist. You know, that was the Dark Lord!'" As he spoke, Lucius looked utterly remorseful, his voice even a little choked up.

His pale golden hair looked slightly withered at this moment, and his usually arrogant and icy gray eyes were now quite dim, resembling his initial defense during the trial, when he claimed to have been controlled by Voldemort's Imperius Curse and thus became a Death Eater.

Lucius didn't want to be like this, but he had no choice. From the internal files of the Ministry of Magic and from his son's description, he already knew how terrifying that little Seer was, and he also knew that Roger had a good relationship with Dumbledore.

This made him give up wasting time on futile struggles and directly play the sympathy card.

He believed that in front of Dumbledore, as long as he wasn't subjectively evil, there would always be a glimmer of hope.

This time, he wouldn't choose the wrong side again.

"... What did you do?" Dumbledore had a bad feeling.

"The diary, it's not with me anymore," Lucius muttered.

Indeed!

"When did it happen?!"

"Early January."

Dumbledore fell silent upon receiving the answer.

He met with Grindelwald and learned about the diary at the end of December.

If—...—

"Didn't find it?"

"I was one step too late. The diary is already in Voldemort's hands now."

"Is that so." Roger didn't care too much about destroying the diary. Anyway, whether it was Voldemort or the young Tom Riddle, they didn't count as a threat in his eyes.

Voldemort would gain higher growth, but wouldn't he and Dumbledore also grow?

"Should we continue to chase?" Although Roger wasn't very good at prophecies other than crisis prediction, he now had the Time Cinema Curse, making it not difficult to track someone.

Dumbledore shook his head.

Tom Riddle was a difficult opponent, but that was for ordinary people.

Compared to Tom, the little Seer in front of him, and another Seer in prison, were more troublesome existences!

In the end, the information that 'Voldemort must not get the diary'—...

Standing at the current point in time, the more Dumbledore recalled, the more vaguely he felt that something was not quite right.

"Instead of chasing Voldemort, I have something more important to do now."

"I'm going to Austria again!" There were some things Dumbledore wanted to clarify with Grindelwald!

At the same time as Dumbledore set off, on the other side of the world.

"To only be able to retrieve these—" Wearing a black robe, holding a diadem in one hand and a notebook in the other, with a ring on his finger, Voldemort, who had changed his parasitic host, murmured softly.

Unlike his original fate, he didn't suffer secondary damage from the magic of love, but actively sacrificed Quirrell to escape.

Because of the sacrifice, his condition was much better than in his original fate. After escaping Hogwarts,

he quickly completed a new parasitism.

The two months of being stylishly beaten by Roger's Seer power from afar, although humiliating, were actually of great benefit to Voldemort.

After being beaten until he lost his temper, Voldemort's originally near-mad will was suppressed a lot, and he rarely began to calmly think for a while.

During his time at school, he pondered the problems with his past path and the new possibilities given by Roger.

He wondered where his future lay.

At this moment, Voldemort was extremely certain that he was not the little Seer's opponent. With the Seer's predictive abilities, he should be able to easily find all his Horcruxes, as long as he was willing—...

A chilling feeling swept through his soul.

But Voldemort refused to admit defeat. Even if the opponent was terrifyingly powerful, Voldemort's will would never yield!

Voldemort didn't believe that anyone could always win, didn't believe that anyone could be invincible forever!

No matter how powerful a person was, there would definitely be a way to defeat him.

Of course, Voldemort wasn't just using mental victory to fantasize. As a pragmatist, he had already begun his new plan.

The first step: since the opponent was a Seer, hiding the Horcruxes was meaningless.

Playing hide-and-seek with a Seer? This was the dumbest game Voldemort had ever heard of.

He began to re-collect his Horcruxes. Fortunately, the location of the Horcruxes hadn't been touched. Except for a few that were inconvenient to take, Voldemort recovered all his Horcruxes.

The second step: how to play hide-and-seek with a 'hide-and-seek master'?

The answer was not to play from the start. Voldemort was going to change the game to... a race!

"Master." A Muggle who had been cursed and had his mind controlled bowed to Voldemort.

"Your satellite is ready to launch at any time."

Voldemort raised Ravenclaw's diadem: "I know."

Voldemort was going to exile this Horcrux to the depths of space. With the addition of the second cosmic velocity,

it would continue to drift in the universe.

Even Voldemort didn't know where it would drift to.

Perhaps this Horcrux would be directly destroyed, but perhaps...

it would become his last ray of hope!

After arranging the diadem, Voldemort turned his gaze to the diary and the ring.

The diary... Voldemort hesitated.

But Voldemort had already thought about where the ring should go.

Roger had once discussed the issue of time with him. To this day, Voldemort hadn't figured out how to defend if someone launched a timeline attack against him.

But he had another idea.

As the saying goes, if you can't solve the problem, you can solve the person who raised the problem!

I'll go directly to the Department of Mysteries and destroy all the research data on time magic. If someone wants to research it, I'll continue to destroy it—... This might also be a way, even if it's not a perfect one.

And Voldemort's arrangement for the ring was also in this action.

"Can time magic only return to the past?"

Is there a possibility that it can also be turned into a one-way ticket used to travel to the future?

Voldemort planned to flip through their research data when he had the ability to raid the Department of Mysteries in the future. If it worked, he would throw the Resurrection Stone Horcrux into the future, preferably tens of thousands of years later—... That little Seer couldn't really live for tens of thousands of years, right?

Finally... how could he deal with Roger?

After thinking about it, Voldemort believed that there was only one method that might have a chance of success.

At Hogwarts, in order to win the Philosopher's Stone game with Roger and break his prophetic powers, Voldemort once frantically searched for information in the Hogwarts library. In this process, he saw a book.

《The Cacophony of Fate》

But—... did he really have to do that?

Recalling the content about Seers in the book 《The Cacophony of Fate》, the conflicted Voldemort couldn't help but look down at his former diary.

— If it were me when I was young, what would I choose?

After more than half a month, Dumbledore's mood was completely different when he came to Nurmengard Castle again.

As before, he could sense the gaze directed at him before he even got close.

Looking up, Grindelwald was waiting for him there as always.

His clothes were neat, and his hair was tidy, obviously knowing that he was coming.

"Grindelwald! Are you plotting against me!" Without the slightest bit of courtesy, Dumbledore shouted loudly, cutting straight to the chase.

Dumbledore had experienced being plotted against before, and he usually wouldn't get angry,

but if the person plotting against him was Grindelwald...

His sharp gaze showed that his heart was not at peace.

"Plotting? You're using such harsh words," Grindelwald smiled calmly.

"I said it before, you can ask the little Seer, and you will know my answer."

“I think you already know my answer.”

Grindelwald's question was never directed at the little seer.

With Roger's undisguised way of doing things, did Grindelwald not know how Roger would answer?

His question, from the very beginning, was aimed at Dumbledore!

Dumbledore, do you want me to leave?

Your answer determines my answer!

“Of course, this is just my answer, and it doesn't decide anything.”

“Albus Dumbledore, you still have a chance to change your mind. Don't lie, don't hide.

Tell me, with a change unseen in a millennium about to arrive, do you still want to continue imprisoning me?” Grindelwald stood tall, opening his arms with a smile as he asked.

Clearly, he was the prisoner, but a terrifying aura surged from his body!