"Many people find me unreasonable, which is normal. After all, with their lifespans, it's hard for them to see a complete upheaval. Naturally, they can leave everything to the 'wisdom of future generations.'"
As the two walked near the library, the crowd around them began to increase. Voldemort looked at the young wizards around him with a hint of mockery in his eyes.
"But you're different, Roger," Voldemort's tone was playful.
"You are also a practitioner of the path to eternal life, you will live a long time."
"Your strength is improving by leaps and bounds every day, but one day, you will also hit a wall, a bottleneck in talent. When your magic can no longer advance, while Muggle technology develops rapidly, when you see that, you will understand how I feel."
Regarding Voldemort's statement, Roger found it inexplicable: "Why worry about such a thing?"
"If you can't beat them, join them."
"Hmm?" Voldemort was taken aback.
"If one day, technological development truly catches up to magic, and my magic still struggles to advance, then I'll just join them."
"If there's really such a trend, I, as an immortal, would make arrangements in advance and simply infiltrate the Muggle high-ranking factions." Roger recalled that there were many powerful mages in his memory who had integrated into the technological faction.
"But..."
Roger interrupted Voldemort: "Don't have the idea that wizards are superior. If technology truly becomes that powerful, who is superior to whom? And don't think you'll be an outcast for being different. Aren't you curious about how Muggles awaken as young wizards? If you thoroughly research that and popularize it worldwide, won't everyone be the same?"
Saying that, Roger snapped his fingers again, dispelling the sound-dampening magic, and walked into the Hogwarts library ahead of him.
Behind him, Voldemort stopped in place and murmured, "...If you can't beat them, join them?"
Roger's words had awakened him from a dream.
Voldemort's vision was to gain endless power while possessing endless life.
If it was difficult to counterattack the Muggles from the fundamental stance of wizards.
Then, couldn't becoming a high-ranking Muggle and developing for a few hundred years to crush wizards in turn also be a path to becoming the king of the world?
Uh...
Ignoring Voldemort, who was struggling to overcome a certain ingrained cognition within himself, Roger entered the library, selecting books while contemplating his future.
Although Roger disdained many of Voldemort's actions, the conversation with Voldemort had still touched him.
The limits of talent.
The problem Voldemort had encountered would one day become his own problem.
The second brain had enhanced his talent, but this enhancement had not reached a superhuman level.
Moreover, the limits of wizarding power were also a problem to consider.
Although Roger felt that with his premonition of danger, he might be able to go far on the path of physical modification.
However.
After the body becomes stronger, a sound body cultivates a sound soul. A stronger soul will make mental power stronger, but this was just a theoretical conjecture by ancient wizards when they constructed the Modification Path.
Could this path also have limits?
Ultimately, like the current magical creature bloodline wizards, would it just be a bit stronger, or would it still be impossible for wizards to truly become gods?
Rituals, modifications, external objects—what he had seen in books back then once again swirled in Roger's mind.
After a long time, an idea suddenly emerged.
"The paths of my predecessors are not necessarily the paths most suitable for me."
"Once the problem of eternal life is solved."
"Perhaps I should try to find a path that is truly and completely mine."
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Walking through the courtyard of Hogwarts Castle, Roger suddenly felt a slight coolness on his nose. He looked up and saw that snow like goose feathers had begun to fall.
Unlike the light snow a few days prior, this heavy snowfall thoroughly announced the arrival of winter.
Based on the temperature, winter in Britain lasts from December to February.
"What's wrong? Standing here blankly?" A pleasant voice came from behind him.
Turning his head, he saw his classmates standing there, not just Hermione, who had spoken.
Harry, Ron, Neville, and other young wizards from Gryffindor, as well as Draco and other young wizards from Slytherin, were all present.
The two houses had just finished a class together and were now rushing through the courtyard to their next classroom.
Roger had stopped midway, and for some reason, the others had also halted, looking at Roger, who was rarely lost in thought, with curiosity.
"It's nothing," Roger waved his hand.
"I just suddenly realized that Christmas is less than 20 days away."
"Christmas..." Many young wizards' eyes lit up at the mention of it.
Because every Christmas, they would receive gifts.
Some of the younger wizards started thinking about what gifts to give others.
The young wizards around were full of excitement, but Roger felt no anticipation.
It wasn't that he had any issues with Christmas.
It was just that this year's Christmas was a little different.
This year was 1991.
This year's Christmas Day, December 25th... alas.
He wondered what impact the fall of the red giant would have on the world in this magical realm, and whether it would be different from his previous life.
Of course, such thoughts flashed through his mind and didn't linger for too long. After all, no matter the impact, he currently had no ability to interfere. Learning magic was the most important thing.
After that, Roger continued his day as usual: classes, breaks, the library, the laboratory, and returning to the dormitory just before curfew.
Just when he thought his peaceful day was about to end...
"Roger, someone's looking for you outside!" a knock sounded on the dormitory door.
Walking out of the Gryffindor common room, Roger's eyes immediately fell on Hagrid's tall figure.
"Why are you here?" Roger asked, a little surprised.
Normally, Hagrid wouldn't come looking for him at this time.
Hagrid stood there, scratching his head, and said, "My experiment has yielded some results again. Although I still haven't managed to miniaturize magical creatures, I think this result is a bit..."
"Weird?" Hagrid fumbled for words and could only find that adjective in the end.
After the incident with the Fear Demon last time, Hagrid was now like a snake bitten by a snake, fearing the well rope for ten years.
Even though he couldn't see any specific dangers in this latest result, Hagrid, fearing he might accidentally cause trouble again, immediately sought out Roger, wanting him to take a look.
As for Roger, since Hagrid had come all this way to find him, he couldn't let Hagrid make the trip for nothing. So, he familiarized himself with the path and headed to Hagrid's hut in the Forbidden Forest once more.
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"This thing..." The moment Roger saw Hagrid's new creation, he was startled.
After a closer look, Roger breathed a sigh of relief.
Roger poked the green-skinned creature in front of him with his wand, then turned to Hagrid and asked with a suspicious tone, "Hagrid, have you played Warhammer 40,000?"
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