Hogwarts: Wizards of Eternity

"Too slow, Roger!" Mr. Abbott's voice came.

"Sorry, things are a little more troublesome than I thought," Roger said apologetically.

Today is the day Hogwarts starts. Since Roger is going to Hogwarts, the books in his room naturally need to be taken care of. That's a pub room, not Roger's library.

After checking out, Roger had to clear out all the books.

These important books, which almost record the entire evolution path of wizarding civilization's magic, were borrowed to Roger by Professor McGonagall, not given to Roger. So Roger's method of handling them is very simple.

Except for a few books that he hasn't read yet, and those that are very worthy of savoring and repeated viewing, the rest can be mailed back to Professor McGonagall.

Roger thought it would be a simple process, but he didn't expect the wizarding world's postal service to be more troublesome than he thought, delaying him by 20 minutes to fill out the information required by the post office.

… Although Roger himself also bought a magical pet owl, in order for the magical pet to accompany the wizard for a long time, the magical pets sold to first-year little wizards are basically teenagers, not mature birds of prey that can mail dozens of books.

It's actually possible to make more than a dozen trips back and forth, but Roger can't bear to torture his magical pet like that.

Since he bought it, it's family, there's no need to torment it for this little thing.

"Sorry, I kept you waiting." Walking out of the post office and sitting in the back seat of the car, Roger said.

"There's nothing else, right? Any more delays and it will be really late," Mr. Abbott said.

Roger shook his head and said, "Nothing."

"Then what about you, Hannah?" As he spoke, Mr. Abbott couldn't help but turn his gaze to the fair-skinned, golden-haired girl beside him.

The girl's name is Hannah Abbott, and she is a family member of Mr. Tom Abbott. She is also 11 years old this year and is also a little wizard about to enroll.

The boss thought that since he was sending his child anyway, sending one was sending, and sending two was also sending, so he conveniently gave Roger a ride.

"I don't either," Hannah, sitting in the passenger seat, replied.

Getting the answer, Mr. Abbott stepped on the gas pedal, and the car drove towards King's Cross Station, where Platform Nine and Three-Quarters was located.

During the journey, Mr. Abbott, having nothing to do, sometimes chatted with Hannah, sometimes exchanged a few words with Roger, but there was almost no dialogue between Hannah and Roger.

It's not that there is any conflict between the two. In fact, their relationship is quite amicable, it's just that they are not interested in each other.

For Roger, Hannah is just a child, not mature enough, and not interested in magic. He really has nothing in common with her.

Instead of spending that time coaxing a child, it's more important to read a few more magic books, which is more important for his growth.

And Hannah was originally a little interested in Roger. After all, the guests in the bar like to brag after a couple of drinks, and the topics they have been discussing recently are basically only two.

One is the legendary savior Harry Potter, who is about to enroll this year, and the other is the legendary seer Roger Virgil, who is also a freshman.

In the mouths of the bar patrons, these two are always blown to the sky.

Especially some older bar patrons, they always associate these two children with the two figures who were above all living beings in their era… After all, there are still many similarities, aren't there?

But after Hannah had more contact with Roger, she found that Roger didn't seem to be anything special. He just read books all day long, like a bookworm.

Not at all the type that little girls would like.

She even sometimes thought in her heart: 'Could it be that the savior Harry Potter is also like this, completely different from the rumors?'

Looking at the two children who had no intention of paying attention to each other, Mr. Abbott sighed in his heart.

As a bar owner who has seen countless people, he can see that Roger, who can devote all his energy to one thing without distraction, even if he is not a seer, will definitely achieve great things in the future.

In addition, he originally thought that Roger was a very good person, so naturally he hoped that his child could become friends with him.

The wizarding world has never been a peaceful place. Where there are people, there is a world, there are conflicts.

Even if the vast majority of British wizards come from Hogwarts, and are strictly speaking brothers and sisters, the conflicts that should exist will still exist.

Even the conflicts of the previous generation will be extended to the children at school through words and deeds.

In Hogwarts, a place of closed education, the struggles between students and the suppression of each other have never stopped.

Whether in school or in society, it is not a bad thing to have a big shot willing to take care of you.

Powerful wizards and pure-blood families who control resources are the real rulers of the wizarding society. Being on good terms with powerful wizards can even trigger effects such as 'a photo with a big shot can repel enemies'.

But unfortunately, his wishful thinking failed. The two had no intention of becoming friends at all. Mr. Abbott could only expect Roger to look at his face. If Hannah encountered trouble at school, and he was out of reach and couldn't help, he could lend a helping hand.

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"Spatial teleportation, precise cognitive distortion… Amazing." Pushing a trolley full of items such as school uniforms, cauldrons, and owl cages through Platform Nine and Three-Quarters at King's Cross Station, Roger murmured softly, looking at the crimson Hogwarts Express in front of him.

Just now at King's Cross Station, a group of little wizards' parents were talking about Muggles, and the little wizards disappeared through the platform. It was outrageous that no ordinary people passing by noticed.

"Is it a regional magic spell? Once you enter the area, will your will be automatically confused?" Roger pondered the scene he had just seen.

"Roger, it's time to go." A voice from behind interrupted his thoughts.

"We've already wasted some time. If we don't get on the train, it will be full. You don't want to stand all the way, do you?" Hannah urged.

"Of course not." While answering, Roger walked forward.

The two squeezed together towards the crowded platform. The noise of the crowd, the cries of various magical pet birds and beasts, and the thick smoke from the steam train were intertwined, causing them to frown as they moved forward.

From time to time, there were even children who had already boarded the train leaning against the windows to say goodbye to their families. All kinds of chaotic sounds were really disturbing.

Hannah's worries were right. By the time Roger got on the train, the front carriages were completely full.

The middle and rear carriages were the same. Although they were not full, there were basically people, and there were no completely empty carriages.

"It seems I can only share a seat with someone." Just as Roger had this thought.

Suddenly, the corner of his eye saw a toad clinging to the door of a carriage.

After clinging for a while, with no reaction from the closed door, it turned its head and looked at Roger approaching with its lifeless eyes.

Then, it cautiously jumped two steps in the other direction.

This is…

When Roger walked to within only two meters of it.

A somewhat honest-sounding young voice entered his ears.

"Grandma, I've lost Trevor again!"

The boy leaned against the train window and shouted in a slightly sobbing, helpless voice.

"Oh, Neville…" On the platform, looking at her grandson's mournful face, the old woman looked helpless.

Bang.

The latch was opened.

"Excuse me, is this Trevor you're talking about?"

Neville turned his head and saw a kind young man with soft golden hair standing there.

And in front of him was a toad floating in the air, constantly kicking its legs 'swimming', looking a little panicked.

"Trevor!" Neville's eyes widened instantly, looking surprised.

Then he hugged the toad into his arms.

Seeing him like this, Roger took the opportunity to say: "Many of the carriages outside are full. Can I squeeze in here?"

Compared to asking each carriage one by one whether there is anyone who can let him in, and being rejected by those little wizards who have agreed to be in the same carriage and like a quiet environment and don't want him to enter, the current opportunity just saves some trouble.

"Of course!" Neville was very enthusiastic and welcoming to the good person who helped him find Trevor.

… Of course, Roger knew that this lost toad was the opportunity for Hermione Granger, Harry Potter, and Ron Weasley, the original golden trio, to meet for the first time.

His actions may cause some disturbance to the future he knows.

But he doesn't care about that.

The so-called plot is actually just things that might happen in the next seven years.

A butterfly flapping its wings slightly may also cause a storm thousands of miles away. As long as he exists, he will definitely affect others and cause unknown consequences.

But does he still have to spend energy thinking about what impact his every action might have on the plot?

Thinking about these messy things every day, does he still want to learn magic?

What a joke.

As a seer, Roger has always believed that there is no such thing as destiny.

Roger also doesn't believe that his world would be worse than a world without him!

Even if he is too weak now to withstand Voldemort's possible backhands and the revenge of the scattered Death Eaters, and he hasn't watched the later movies of the Phoenix Society, and many of the information are short-sighted channels that he heard and doesn't know the details, Roger wants to directly report all the information of Voldemort's Horcruxes to Dumbledore.

Although Roger doesn't care much about things other than his own path to immortality… but at least, he owes Dumbledore a lot of favors, and he will definitely not let Dumbledore lie in a grave a few years later.

Nor will he let Dumbledore constantly lose one after another of his beloved students, with tears streaming down his face.

Wouldn't that make my, Roger's, favor seem very cheap?!