Hogwarts: Wizards of Eternity

In Roger's memories, which were vaguely yellowed by the passage of time, Harry Potter, the 'Savior of the British Wizarding World' who had 'defeated' the Dark Lord, also received such treatment when he entered the Leaky Cauldron.

However, the difference between myself and Harry Potter was still quite significant.

After a brief silence, Harry Potter was instantly met with a clamorous uproar as crowds gathered to see the savior, eager to shake his hand and take a photo for a lasting memory.

For a time, people welcomed him wholeheartedly, a scene of vibrant vitality and burgeoning life that remained vivid in my mind.

On my side, however, the brief silence was followed by complete and utter stillness.

Those wizards who weren't well-informed enough fled at the sight of Professor McGonagall, the Head of Gryffindor House, like mice spotting a cat.

The British wizarding world was a small circle; almost all wizards were graduates of Hogwarts. Faced with Professor McGonagall, these badly behaved students who slacked off during their school days and frequented pubs during the day after graduation would subconsciously lower their heads.

Meanwhile, those who were well-informed enough and had extensive connections with the upper echelons of wizarding society saw Roger as another Dark Lord.

Their bodies stiffened.

They froze completely, instinctively afraid to move.

With the conclusion of the trial, more of Roger's information was declassified 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 that number 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 in another world due to Roger's existence.

The released battlefield footage made many young wizards, who had always lived within the wizarding circle and had never witnessed the horrors of Muggle modern warfare, lose their appetite for meat for quite some time.

Faced with the cold reception, neither Professor McGonagall nor Roger seemed to care.

The two of them walked straight through the silent crowd, heading towards the back of the Leaky Cauldron.

After a gentle tap of the wand on the bricks of the back alley wall,

The door to the magical world opened to Roger.

Noise, prosperity, people in various strange costumes intermingled in the streets, the haggling of bargaining, and the brilliant glow of magic also appeared from time to time before Roger's eyes.

This was the commercial center of the British wizarding world, but more than a high-end atmosphere commercial district, it was more like a large market.

And Roger's first impression here was...

"Cognitive distortion, truly terrifying magic."

Diagon Alley was located in London, the capital of England. With so many residents in London, they were completely unaware that a large chunk of the London map was 'missing'.

This kind of thing was simply terrifying to contemplate.

If I had this spell during the war, I wouldn't have needed to lead the team around to fight guerrilla warfare; I could have just found a place to hide.

The difficulty of survival would instantly change from hell mode to easy mode.

Roger had gradually understood why the wizards in his previous life's memories looked down on Muggles so much.

Anyone would lose reverence for a group of people whose minds could be manipulated at will.

Even if they had the power to harm or even kill them.

Of course, Roger wouldn't think that way. Having truly experienced the terror of death and war, he would never underestimate any existence.

Stepping into Diagon Alley, the two of them proceeded along the way.

Their first stop was the wizarding world's bank, Gringotts.

Hogwarts was a seven-year boarding school, and also a magic school.

Whether it was the school's tuition or the various books and equipment required for teaching, even the school uniforms, were magical items.

They needed to be purchased with wizarding currency. American dollars, euros, and British pounds were not accepted here; only wizarding Galleons and Knuts were recognized.

But there were indeed small wizards like Roger, who awakened from Muggle families with no connection to the wizarding world and had no money at all.

Therefore, Hogwarts would provide some convenience, allowing them to exchange a limited amount of wizarding currency for Muggle currency at Gringotts with their admission certificates.

And for small wizards who were so poor that they didn't even have Muggle currency and had special circumstances, there would also be special interest-free subsidized student loans.

...This portion of the money came from the Ministry of Magic's education appropriation.

Although Roger didn't have much money, he wasn't so poor that he needed to borrow a student loan.

At Gringotts, led by a short goblin, Roger exchanged some British pounds for Galleons.

This money was just enough for a student to buy all the necessary items and still have enough to live on.

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"What are you looking for?" At Flourish and Blotts, Professor McGonagall looked at Roger, who was still wandering around the store after buying the first year's textbooks, and asked with some doubt.

The two of them had a smooth shopping trip. Cauldron, school uniform, flying broom, magical pet, and wand had all been purchased. Right now, this was the last stop.

Roger didn't choose cats, dogs, toads, or crows for his magical pet, but rather the more common owl.

Firstly, owls could help Roger maintain external contact at Hogwarts, where external communication was not very convenient.

Secondly, other pets would require him to take care of their eating, drinking, and excretion, while Roger could let the owl reside in the Hogwarts West Tower owlery and entrust it to the school for care.

Over time, this would save him a lot of time.

In terms of wands, Roger, like Harry Potter, went to Ollivander's Wand Shop, which had been making wands since 382 BC, around the time of the Chinese Zhou Dynasty, and was still one of the three major wand manufacturers in Europe.

Wandmaker Ollivander tried many wands for Roger back and forth.

The kind idealist and long-lived Applewood, the Aspen wood often used by wizards skilled in combat, the Maple wood of adventurers, the Hornbeam wood of intuitive and honest people, the Hazel wood of those skilled at controlling emotions, and the Elder wand, symbolizing extraordinary power and carrying a legend of misfortune, which hadn't been sold for many years.

The above six types of wands had good compatibility with Roger; he could use them all, but Ollivander always felt that they weren't quite a perfect match.

The degree of compatibility between the wand and the user can greatly affect spellcasting; wands are not something that can be used as soon as you get them.

Until he took out the seventh one, when Roger held the wand, he suddenly had a completely different, extremely comfortable feeling all over his body.

Ten inches, Fir wood, with a Unicorn tail hair core for stable spellcasting.

Fir wood was not particularly rare; there were still some people who owned this type of wand, but most of them were masters with considerable prestige in various fields.

It was more suitable for wizards who were lucky enough, extremely patient and strong-willed, and had incredibly clear thoughts and goals after a thorough understanding.

Ollivander rarely saw a young wizard who hadn't even entered school having compatibility with Fir wood, let alone being so perfectly matched.

However, Ollivander didn't take this matter too seriously. As one of the three major wand manufacturers in Europe, with his family having been making wands since the time of ancient Greece more than two thousand years ago, he knew and had even witnessed too many strange and bizarre things.

He was already used to it.

After getting the wand, Roger came to Flourish and Blotts, which sold magic books, but after Roger briefly flipped through the textbooks he had obtained, he couldn't help but frown slightly.

Then, he turned his gaze to the rows of bookshelves.

"I want to buy some other magic books," Roger said, with a look of thirst for knowledge, answering Professor McGonagall's question.

Hearing Roger say this, Professor McGonagall stopped him: "Roger, I know you like magic very much, but rashly contacting magic beyond your ability to control is a very dangerous thing."

"As first-year textbooks, books such as 'Standard Book of Spells, Grade 1' and 'A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration' are what we think are most suitable. They are simple to get started with, and failing to cast spells won't cause serious consequences. They are very suitable for you; you don't need to look for anything else."

Looking back at the serious Professor McGonagall, Roger knew that she had misunderstood him again.

This was not surprising. As a Hogwarts professor, she was always dealing with various destructive brats, so she subconsciously thought in that direction.

"No, I'm not trying to find more powerful magic."

"What I want to find are more fundamental things."

Roger said with a serious expression: "For example, books that comprehensively and thoroughly introduce what magic actually is, and how it has developed from ancient incantations to the modern incantation system of today."