The clear reading voice, along with various snores, big and small, intertwined, creating a symphony.
Normally, students shouldn't sleep in class.
But this class was an exception.
This was a class that shouldn't have been a slacker class, a slacker class... Wizarding Magic History.
Wizarding history was a field worth studying, but the professor teaching it at Hogwarts was a ghost.
Ghosts in the wizarding world weren't simply souls after death; they were more like echoes of the deceased lingering in the world. While possessing some intelligence, they had no future.
They could only think about things from their lives, and if their obsessions were too low, it would further affect their intelligence.
Professor Cuthbert Binns, who was thinking about going to class at the moment of his death, fell into this category.
As a ghost, he saw living people as inanimate objects, and most of the time, communication was difficult. His lectures basically consisted of reading from textbooks, which was quite boring.
Therefore, this class had become a "catch-up sleep class" for the vast majority of students.
Only three people were exceptions.
One was Roger, who, as he did on the train when he first enrolled, would compare wizarding history with Muggle history and his own past life memories, trying to find any "altered" details as a form of relaxing enjoyment.
Another was Hermione, who felt academic pressure because of Roger's presence, so she was holding a book and previewing the course material.
The last one was Harry. Harry didn't have the habit of sneaking out at night anymore, but his curiosity about Hogwarts Castle hadn't diminished. So, he used his History of Magic class to do homework for other subjects, giving him more time to explore the magical castle and do other things.
Today was like any other day, with only the three of them awake in class. However, Roger was a bit different; instead of taking out two history books to relax as he usually did, he was thinking about something else.
It had been nearly a month since Professor McGonagall's first private Alchemy lesson for Roger.
In this month, Roger had gained a rudimentary understanding of Alchemy.
Then Roger discovered that Alchemy was a path with immense potential, but this path... didn't seem to suit him?
The Alchemy in this world, while complex to learn, involved how to transform one substance into another, how to combine different magical materials to imbue substances with magical properties... it involved a vast amount of knowledge.
But in a general sense, it wasn't complicated, with only three main branches.
One was Spell Solidification, which preserved a certain magical power. When needed, triggering the relevant conditions could unleash the magical effect.
Dumbledore's Deluminator, the Weasleys' enchanted car, and the backpack imbued with the Undetectable Extension Charm all belonged to this category.
The second branch utilized various magical materials imbued with mystique by the collective thoughts of beings. These materials were combined, and guided by a wizard's magic, they would undergo special reactions, ultimately creating artifacts needed by wizards.
The difference between this branch and the first was that the wizard's involvement was reduced. For example, to create an alchemical item with spatial properties, a wizard no longer needed to understand Space Magic. They only needed to understand the formula for refining the alchemical object and possess a certain level of magical power.
The third branch was what Roger had read about in "Ritual Magic is More Than Just Blood Sacrifice" – the path taken by the External Object Path in their pursuit of breaking through the limits of wizarding power, using the power of legends to create alchemical items.
And these three branches of Alchemy all had good potential. One could solidify and store their own magical power and let others use it.
One could acquire various magical powers that they couldn't wield yet. The last one even had the possibility of transcending limits.
But the problem was... they didn't match Roger's characteristics.
The reason Roger's magical abilities had progressed so rapidly, allowing him to create some incredible spells at the age of eleven as a first-year at Hogwarts, besides his own talent, was largely due to his precognitive ability. In magical experiments highly related to his own safety, it acted like a guiding light.
Body modification experiments, where a slight error could lead to instant death, meant that whenever there was a possibility of error, his precognition would issue a warning, guiding him.
Alchemy, however, was purely external. Although there were risks during creation, in most cases where alchemical research went wrong, no dangerous events occurred. Roger's precognition couldn't provide him with relevant hints during this process.
After all, wizarding Alchemy wasn't like Goblin engineering, which exploded at the slightest provocation.
Therefore, the speed at which Roger learned Alchemy, compared to the development speed of his Human Transfiguration Modification... it was like comparing a free-to-play player to a whale who had spent ten million on leveling up.
Roger was certain that if he focused on Alchemy and slowly developed alchemical formulas, let alone Eternal Life, he wouldn't even achieve longevity in this lifetime.
But through his preliminary research, Roger found that Alchemy indeed had the function of enhancing one's "talent," as Professor McGonagall had said.
An external alchemical information processing and storage device truly had the possibility of being realized.
He couldn't pick it up, yet he couldn't bear to put it down...
Did he have to outsource the road, like Hagrid?
But the problem was, even if Roger wanted to find someone, he couldn't find an Alchemy Master within the Hogwarts grounds who could create such a high-level alchemical item for him.
Roger didn't figure out what to do until the end of class... Did he have to ask Nicolas Flamel at the end of the semester, using the opportunity Dumbledore gave him? The end of the semester was next June, and it was currently October, still eight months away! Could he really watch this path unfold before him and be unable to walk it for eight months? Roger showed a rare hint of annoyance on his face.
"What's wrong? You look so glum, that's not like you," a pleasant voice sounded next to his ear. He turned his head and saw it was Hermione.
After class, Harry was waking up the sleeping students one by one. Hermione, while packing her books, noticed Roger's expression and walked over.
Last month, Roger had helped resolve the conflict between her and Ron. After that incident, Hermione, seeing herself through Ron's memory perspective, understood that some of her past actions had been too extreme.
She learned from her mistakes and reflected on her actions. Now, she was no longer so aggressive, and with a slightly gentler approach to things, she had also made friends.
Although most of these were superficial friendly plastic sisterhoods, it was at least a breakthrough from zero to one. She was no longer as anxious as before, and her life's rhythm had been improving.
And Hermione naturally wouldn't forget that it was Roger who changed everything for her.
She remembered this favor.
So when Roger seemed troubled, she came over.
...Actually, Ron, who had just woken up, also noticed Roger's state. But seeing Hermione approach, he didn't dare to go over.
He had hurt someone who genuinely wanted to help him, and Ron felt guilty about it. He usually didn't dare to look at Hermione.
Roger was a straightforward person and didn't hide anything, directly stating what he planned to do.
"Thought speed, multi-threaded thinking, that is, an alchemical item that can enhance one's own wisdom." Hermione pondered for a moment, then her eyes suddenly widened.
"Good heavens! You want to recreate the Ravenclaw Diadem?!" Hermione, who was knowledgeable and knew everything, instantly thought of a legendary item highly similar to what Roger had described.
"It's only similar in function, but the principle of operation should be different." Roger shook his head. What he planned to make was just an external alchemical computer that could link with the brain and understand his thoughts.
It just needed to store information and assist with calculations.
As for the existing Ravenclaw Diadem, Roger wasn't interested in it. Although he didn't know the details of what happened after Order of the Phoenix, he did know that the 'relic' of a Hogwarts founder had been made into a Horcrux by Voldemort.
The diary, the Slytherin Locket, the Ravenclaw Diadem, the Hufflepuff Cup, and Harry Potter – Roger only knew of five Horcruxes, and the diadem was one of them. Roger had no interest in dealing with the fragment of Voldemort's soul within the diadem.
He wasn't strong enough yet; going there would just be asking for trouble.
Afterward, Roger also talked to Hermione about some matters of Alchemy. When it didn't involve his true core secrets, Roger was a person who enjoyed sharing knowledge.
But it was clear that knowledge from such a difficult course, which only outstanding sixth-year students at Hogwarts were qualified to take, was a bit overwhelming for Hermione, who was only in her first year.
Soon, she was listening with a dizzy head, only able to respond with 'uh-huh' and 'mm-hmm'.
However, even though she couldn't understand the alchemical technical details Roger was talking about, Hermione could still grasp the core of Roger's worries.
But this was something she truly couldn't help with.
Finally, Hermione could only say with a tone of wistful admiration: "...If only your Transfiguration could create alchemical items."
Everyone who paid attention to Roger knew that his Transfiguration grades were excellent, and he was highly regarded by Professor McGonagall, the Transfiguration professor.
"Yeah," Roger nodded subconsciously.
"If it were like my Transfiguration..." Roger trailed off, suddenly falling silent.
After a few seconds of silence, suddenly.
Bang! With a crisp sound, Roger shot up, knocking over the chair behind him.
"That's right!"
"My Transfiguration!"
Recently, his thoughts had been trapped in the field of Alchemy, within the confines of those books, and he had almost forgotten his own core skill.
Sometimes, the veil of perception works like that, blinding you with a single leaf.
Roger, who had been awakened from his daze by Hermione's words, now knew the path he should take in the future!
"Transfiguration, Human Transfiguration Modification... Alchemy, Human Alchemy..."
"That's right."
"Human Alchemy! This is my path in Alchemy!"
Roger, Satori!
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