In the faintly yellowed memories of Roger, faded by time, Harry Potter, the 'Savior of the British wizarding world' who 'defeated' the mysterious person, received similar treatment upon entering The Leaky Cauldron.
However, there was still quite a difference between himself and Harry Potter.
After a brief silence, Harry Potter was met with an immediate uproar, with crowds gathering to catch a glimpse of the savior, eager to shake his hand and take photos as lasting mementos.
For a time, people welcomed him wholeheartedly, that scene of vibrant energy and flourishing life still vivid in his mind.
As for himself, after a brief silence, there was complete dead silence.
Those wizards who weren't well-informed, upon seeing Professor McGonagall, the Head of Gryffindor, reacted like mice seeing a cat.
The circles of the British wizarding world were too small; almost all wizards came from Hogwarts. Facing Professor McGonagall, these rascals who slacked off during their school years and spent their days drinking in pubs after graduation instinctively lowered their heads.
As for those who were well-informed and had many connections with the upper echelons of wizarding society, upon seeing Roger, they looked as if they had seen another mysterious person.
Their bodies stiffened.
They froze completely, instinctively not daring to move much.
With the conclusion of the trial, more of Roger's information was no longer classified and became known to more people.
Roger had personally killed over ninety people, and the number of those who died indirectly because of him exceeded this figure by more than an order of magnitude.
If an outsider familiar with this part of history were to observe Roger's actions, they would find that the overall trajectory of this war had deviated significantly from the Gulf War of another world due to Roger's existence.
The released battlefield footage left many young wizards, who had only lived within wizarding circles and had never witnessed the horrors of modern Muggle warfare, with no appetite for meat for a long time.
Facing the awkward silence, neither Professor McGonagall nor Roger paid it any mind.
The two walked straight through the crowd, which had fallen silent as if struck by fear, heading towards the back of The Leaky Cauldron.
With a light tap of his wand on the bricks of the alley wall.
The door to the magical world opened for Roger.
Noise, prosperity, people in all sorts of strange attire intertwined in the streets, the clamor of haggling, and the brilliant glow of magic appeared before Roger's eyes from time to time.
This was the commercial center of the British wizarding world, but compared to those high-end, grand commercial districts, it was more like a large marketplace.
And Roger's first impression of it was...
"Cognitive distortion, what a terrifying magic."
Diagon Alley was located in London, the capital of Britain. With so many residents in London, no one noticed the 'missing' large chunk of the London map.
Such a thing was truly terrifying to think about.
If he had this spell during the war, he wouldn't have had to lead his team on guerrilla raids; he could have just found a place to hide.
The survival difficulty would instantly change from hell mode to easy mode.
Roger was gradually beginning to understand why, in his memories from his past life, wizards looked down on Muggles so much.
Anyone would lose their reverence for a group whose minds they could manipulate at will.
Even if the other party possessed the power to harm, or even kill, them.
Of course, Roger wouldn't think that way. Having truly experienced the horrors of death and war, he would never underestimate any existence.
Stepping into Diagon Alley, the two walked forward.
Their first destination was the wizarding world's bank, Gringotts.
Hogwarts was a seven-year boarding school, and also a magic school.
Whether it was tuition fees, or the various books and equipment needed for teaching, even the school uniform, were all magical items.
They could only be purchased with wizarding currency; this place did not recognize US dollars, Euros, or British Pounds, only wizarding Galleons and Knuts.
But there were indeed wizarding students like Roger who awakened from Muggle families with no connection to wizards, and who simply had no money.
Therefore, Hogwarts provided some convenience: with proof of admission, one could exchange Muggle currency for a limited amount of wizarding currency at Gringotts.
For wizarding students who were too poor to even have Muggle currency and had special circumstances, there were also special interest-free student loans.
... This portion of the money came from the Ministry of Magic's education budget.
Although Roger didn't have much money, he wasn't so poor that he needed to borrow student loans.
At Gringotts, led by a small goblin, Roger exchanged some British Pounds for Galleons.
This amount was just enough for a student to buy all the necessary items and still have some left for living expenses.
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"What are you looking for?" Professor McGonagall asked, watching Roger wander around the shop after buying his first-year textbooks, a hint of confusion in her voice.
Their shopping trip had gone smoothly. Cauldrons, school uniforms, flying broomsticks, magical pets, and wands had all been purchased. Now, it was the final stop.
For his magical pet, Roger hadn't chosen cats, dogs, toads, or crows, but the more common owl.
Firstly, an owl could help Roger maintain external communication at Hogwarts, where communication with the outside world was not very convenient.
Secondly, other pets would require him to take care of their feeding, drinking, and waste, whereas for an owl, Roger could let it reside in the owlery in Hogwarts' West Tower and entrust its care to the school.
Over the years, this would save him quite a bit of time.
Regarding wands, Roger, like Harry Potter, went to Ollivanders, a shop that had been crafting wands since 382 BCE, around the time of China's Zhou Dynasty, and remains one of Europe's top three wandmakers.
Master wandmaker Ollivander tried many wands for Roger, going back and forth.
There was the kind, idealistic applewood, often favored by wizards skilled in combat, like the poplar wood; the adventurous maple; the honest black walnut, favored by those with sharp intuition; the hazel, for those who excel at emotional control; and the elder wand, symbolizing the extraordinary and powerful, though it also carried legends of misfortune, with none selling for many years.
Roger had good compatibility with these six types of wands; he could use them all, but Ollivander still felt they weren't quite the right fit.
The wand's compatibility with its user could greatly impact spellcasting. A wand isn't something you can just pick up and use.
It wasn't until Ollivander brought out the seventh wand that Roger felt a completely different, utterly comfortable sensation flow through him as he held it.
Ten inches, fir wood, with a unicorn tail hair core for stable spellcasting.
Fir wood wasn't particularly rare, and there were a few people who owned wands made of it, but they were mostly masters with considerable prestige in their respective fields.
It was more suited to wizards who were sufficiently lucky, extremely patient, strong-willed, and whose thoughts and goals were exceptionally clear after achieving great enlightenment.
Ollivander rarely saw an underage wizard who hadn't yet enrolled at Hogwarts possess such compatibility with fir, let alone to this degree.
However, Ollivander didn't dwell on it too much. As one of Europe's top three wandmakers, whose family had been crafting wands since the ancient Greek period over two thousand years ago, he knew, and had even witnessed firsthand, too many strange and peculiar things.
He was long past being surprised.
After obtaining his wand, Roger went to Flourish and Blotts, the bookstore that sold magical books. However, as Roger briefly flipped through the textbooks he had received, he couldn't help but frown slightly.
Then, he turned his gaze to the rows of bookshelves.
"I want to buy some other magical books," Roger replied to Professor McGonagall, his eyes filled with a thirst for knowledge.
Hearing Roger say this, Professor McGonagall stopped him. "Roger, I know you love magic, but it's very dangerous to dabble in magic beyond your ability to control it."
"Books like the first-year textbooks, 'Standard Book of Spells, Grade 1' and 'A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration,' are what we consider most suitable. They are simple to start with, and failing a spell won't have severe consequences. They are perfect for you; you don't need to look for anything else."
Glancing back at the serious Professor McGonagall, Roger knew she had misunderstood again.
It wasn't surprising. As a Hogwarts professor, she always dealt with all sorts of rather destructive, unruly children, so her mind naturally went in that direction.
"No, I'm not looking for more powerful magic."
"What I'm looking for is something more fundamental."
Roger said with a serious expression, "For example, a book that comprehensively and detailly introduces what magic truly is, and how it developed from ancient incantations to the modern magical system we have today."
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