Harry Potter: Eternity Wizard

"What's wrong, Roger? Sitting here sighing."

Tom Abbott walked over to Roger's table and handed him a glass of juice.

It wasn't something Roger ordered—it was on the house from Tom, the owner of the Leaky Cauldron.

At first, the bar owner thought Roger was trouble and was reluctant to rent him a room. But seeing that he was just an 11-year-old homeless kid, he softened.

After spending some time around Roger, the owner realized that many people had misunderstood him.

Roger wasn't the kind of dangerous person some claimed—someone who killed when unhappy and felt unhappy when not killing. In reality, he was a gentle and helpful kid.

As for the battlefield, if you don't kill others, they'll kill you. What's there to say?

Now, the two had a good relationship—at least a friendly one.

"It's nothing, just feeling a bit lost. Becoming a powerful wizard is really difficult." Roger sighed, unsure of his path forward.

Faced with three possible paths to power, his choices were quite limited.

If he were a seer like Grindelwald, he could achieve immortality through rituals. Alchemy and potions were also viable.

But he wasn't.

Roger's prophetic ability couldn't foresee the future unrelated to himself, nor could he see too far ahead. His analysis of the Middle Eastern situation back then was based on past life memories and intelligence, not true foresight.

His actual ability only let him sense personal danger.

So, the best path for Roger—was the path of self-modification.

Transforming himself, stepping onto the road of evolution. This path had immense potential.

The reason wizards hadn't succeeded in it was that magical experiments were too dangerous. Every year, many wizards ended up in St. Mungo's due to experiments. Some didn't even make it there—they were reduced to ashes on the spot.

Take Luna Lovegood's mother, for example—she died in an accident while testing a spell.

The wizarding world never lacked innovators. The problem was that they either got stuck in their own knowledge limitations or lacked the talent to overcome obstacles.

This field was particularly brutal.

Just like how modern medicine advanced through countless sacrifices and selfless contributions, research into the mysteries of life required a vast number of test subjects.

But the wizarding population was small—too small for a trial-and-error approach.

Using Muggles?

Leaving aside legal issues—

The wizarding world wasn't ready for an all-out war with Muggle society!

As for other creatures, magic was highly influenced by the mind. What worked on a rat wouldn't necessarily work on a wizard. No one knew what would happen.

But Roger was different—he was a seer who could foresee his own dangers.

In magical experiments, Roger was practically an Innate Suicide Saint Physique!

But...

Even Roger couldn't guarantee his ability would work every time.

What if he got careless one day and forgot to activate his foresight? Wouldn't he just blow himself up instantly?!

This was an extremely risky path.

But Roger had no better options.

Hearing Roger's sigh, Abbott simply smiled and shook his head. "The road to growth is always full of twists and turns. Isn't that normal? Otherwise, everyone would be as great as Dumbledore."

"That's true." Roger nodded.

Without much hesitation, he made his choice.

With his prophetic ability, making a name for himself in the wizarding world wouldn't be hard. But he wasn't going to settle for just that.

Just like someone capable of earning 20 million dollars wouldn't be satisfied with just 20 million.

Since he had a chance to transcend the ordinary, even if the road ahead was a deadly cliff, Roger would still risk his life to chase the unknown!

Just as he once said—he would fight until the moment of his death!

Downing the juice in one gulp, Roger thanked the owner and headed upstairs.

The terrifying rumors about Roger Virgil were still spreading. While wise people dismissed them, the wise were always the minority.

Roger felt that staying downstairs too long might hurt the bar's business. So, after eating, he always rushed upstairs. If his rented room weren't so small—barely fitting a bed and books—he wouldn't even bother eating downstairs.

Since he was receiving help, the least he could do was not cause trouble.

But while Roger saw it as common courtesy, others didn't see it that way.

"Roger," Abbott called out.

"What's up, Uncle Abbott?"

"You spend all your time reading. It's been a while—why don't you go outside for a bit?" Abbott asked kindly. Seeing Roger constantly shut inside worried him.

Roger refused. "No thanks. Time is precious. School starts soon, and I still have a lot to read."

Even though he had chosen the path of self-modification—

Whether it would be bloodline modification, transformation, or soul modification, he hadn't decided yet.

This wasn't something he could choose lightly. His lifespan was limited—he had to achieve immortality before it ran out.

He planned to study all three systems thoroughly before picking the best one.

Some things shouldn't be rushed, but some things required patience. Roger knew how to prioritize.

When it came to advanced magical knowledge, he intended to consult Professor McGonagall and other top-tier professors at Hogwarts before making a decision.

This year, Voldemort would secretly infiltrate Hogwarts as a professor. Maybe Roger could even steal some knowledge about soul modification from him...

Rejecting Abbott's suggestion, Roger continued upstairs—but after taking two steps, something hit him.

Right after getting off the plane, he had been arrested by the British Ministry of Magic. Then came the trial and funeral preparations.

After buying his wand and other items, Professor McGonagall had lent him books, keeping him busy.

He had almost forgotten something quite important!

Turning around, Roger returned to the bar and approached Abbott.

"Uncle Abbott, I want to ask for directions."

"Do you know how to get to St. Mungo's Hospital?"

"Hm?" Abbott paused.

"Are you hurt?" He looked Roger up and down.

Didn't seem like it.

Roger hesitated before saying, "Sort of. A small problem. Muggle hospitals aren't a good option—I think a wizarding hospital will be able to handle it."

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