Harry Potter: Eternity Wizard

Roger's thoughts were simple. He believed the world was fascinating, and as both an "audience member" and a "participant," he wasn't willing to leave before he had seen and experienced enough.

A person's lifetime was limited, and the most creative, energetic, and capable years were only a handful. Many outstanding scientists made their most significant discoveries in their youth.

Roger had no intention of wasting those precious seven years at Hogwarts.

So, he chose to be direct.

He didn't think his decision carried any particular risk.

The pursuit of immortality was a thought that had crossed most people's minds.

In the wizarding world, it wasn't even considered a taboo.

Living as long as Nicolas Flamel—over 600 years and still alive—was rare.

But using powerful magic to extend one's lifespan to one or two centuries? That was common.

For example, Armando Dippet, a former headmaster of Hogwarts, had assumed the position when he was around 200 years old.

What was truly forbidden was achieving immortality through Dark Magic.

Like creating a Horcrux, which required cruel methods.

As Roger had expected, Professor McGonagall didn't find his pursuit of longevity particularly concerning. What caught her attention was something else.

"Roger, the continuation of life follows a certain path, but resurrection is an absolute taboo."

Professor McGonagall's face was serious, with a hint of sorrow. She spoke to Roger with utmost sincerity.

"If wizards had unlimited time and magic… perhaps they could undo everything, erase all regrets, and obtain everything they desired."

Her words struck a chord in her own heart.

They also made her worry—was Roger planning to touch the true taboo of the wizarding world? Bringing the dead back to life!

It was a natural assumption for McGonagall.

She knew that Roger had lost too much on the battlefields of the Middle East and had witnessed too much death.

She had even helped arrange the funeral for the parents of Roger's current body.

Seeing McGonagall's expression, Roger knew she had misunderstood.

But he didn't argue. Instead, he followed her train of thought and said, "Resurrection is impossible—I'm well aware of that. But… what exactly counts as death?"

"In ancient times, a stopped heartbeat meant death. Then, with modern medicine, brain death became the true end. And for wizards, only the dissolution of the soul signifies true death."

"The definition of death changes with advancements in technology and our evolving understanding of the world."

"Perhaps one day, as long as a person's traces remain in history, as long as someone still remembers them, they won't be truly dead. Maybe wizards will find a way to pull the ones they wish to save from the river of time."

If McGonagall had only been slightly moved before, now she was truly shaken. Her steps halted involuntarily.

Because Roger's words touched on something even more forbidden than resurrection—

Reversing time itself.

Roger noticed the growing sharpness in McGonagall's gaze and chuckled lightly.

"Professor, don't look at me like that. I value my life too much to do something so incredibly dangerous."

"What I mean is… if one lives long enough, they can wait for civilization to develop. The future will always bring people willing to do anything to erase their regrets. All I need to do is plant some seeds, quietly watch them grow, and when the time is right, pick the fruits that fall."

It was like a modern person with no knowledge of making a phone traveling back to ancient times and gaining immortality. They wouldn't need to invent a phone themselves. Simply spreading the concept and some modern scientific ideas could eventually lead to the creation of a phone, whether in 300 years, 500 years, or at most 1,000 years.

This process wouldn't even require his direct involvement—there would always be brilliant minds willing to take on the task.

Roger would plant his ideas in the early timeline and harvest them in the future. Naturally, effortlessly. No need for unnecessary complications.

All he had to do was preserve each step of technological progress, ensuring that knowledge was never lost to history, preventing humanity from constantly reinventing the wheel.

People often say, A thousand years is too long—seize the day and live in the moment. That's because ordinary people have no choice but to seize the moment.

But for an immortal… time is an entirely different concept.

Of course, all of this was still far in the future. Roger had no idea if he would ever attain true immortality.

Looking at how most Hogwarts graduates never pursued deep magical research—at most, learning a few spells to become "wand-wielding magical technicians" or "wizarding enforcers"—it was clear that mastering magic wasn't easy.

His conversation with McGonagall was nothing more than idle chatter about life plans.

For now, what mattered most was learning magic.

Unfortunately, after leaving the Middle East and spending some time as a prisoner in Britain, Roger had forgotten one important thing.

He thought of this conversation as just another late-night dormitory debate among boys, just casual talk while walking.

But to Minerva McGonagall, it was something entirely different.

Minerva McGonagall had never forgotten—Roger was a Seer.

And not the cryptic kind like Hogwarts' Divination professor, Sybill Trelawney.

He was more like that man who nearly changed the wizarding world—Gellert Grindelwald.

A true, powerful Seer who could predict the future with terrifying accuracy!

A joke? Nonsense?

McGonagall was more inclined to believe that this young Seer had genuinely foreseen something.

Would the future truly give birth to such magic?

Magic capable of pulling people from the river of time?

McGonagall had her own regrets.

A moment ago, she had wanted to warn Roger about the dangers and taboos of reversing time.

Now, she found herself lost in thought.

And who could blame her?

Both souls and time were among the highest levels of magic—something far beyond the reach of a young wizard who hadn't even mastered his first spell.

The idea that "as long as a soul exists, one isn't truly dead" even vaguely touched upon the secrets of Horcruxes, a form of Dark Magic.

How did Roger know these things?

Other than being a Seer, was there any other explanation?

Time passed quietly as they talked.

By the time McGonagall snapped out of her thoughts, they were already standing at the entrance of The Leaky Cauldron.

Roger stood beside her, his eyes filled with longing for the wizarding world.

Wands, spellbooks, the vast knowledge of the magical realm—everything he had dreamed of lay just beyond this tavern.

Behind The Leaky Cauldron was Diagon Alley, the largest wizarding marketplace in Britain.

But the moment they stepped inside the pub, the once lively atmosphere instantly fell silent—

So quiet that even a pin drop could be heard!

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