Hogwarts: Wizards of Eternity.

Chapter 11 The will of the strong is destiny

If Roger's first impression of Diagon Alley was the horror of mind-distorting magic.

His impression of St. Mungo's Hospital for Witchcraft and Wizardry was surprising in another sense.

At St. Mungo's, he saw all kinds of strange injuries. There were contestants who sent themselves to the hospital because of magic experiments in the Instrument Accident Department on the first floor, the Strange Bacteria Infection Department on the third floor, the Potions and Plant Poisoning Department on the fourth floor, and the Spell Injury Department on the fifth floor.

There are also patients who enter due to various accidents.

An elephant trunk grew on his face, his body became mechanized, magma flowed out of his hands and feet, and his body was riddled with holes caused by a large number of unknown parasites...

Those wizards who had no scars on the outside were often more seriously injured, with disordered memories, broken souls, curses, etc., even some forms of injury that Roger had never imagined.

After witnessing the wizards' pioneering spirit and ability to commit suicide, as well as the dangers of the magical world, Roger felt that he had come to the right place.

Since these patients who seemed extremely difficult to treat could be cured by the hospital therapists, then my little problem should be no problem at all.

And the fact was just as Roger expected. The therapist diagnosed Roger's condition and said that he should undergo surgery on the same day, stay in the hospital for observation for one day the next day, and be discharged on the third day.

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Bang, bang, bang...

The sound of metal colliding rang out as Roger's fingertips fiddled with it.

The metal fragments with a little blood on them rubbed against the metal tray.

Those were bullet fragments, seven in total.

Even though he had a certain degree of ability to sense danger, Roger could not avoid being injured in the horrific and chaotic war.

Some of the shrapnel in the body had grown together with the flesh because they had stayed in the body for too long, while others were close to key organs and arteries. It would be very risky to remove them using modern medical methods, which might cause secondary injuries. Therefore, Roger could only come to this magic hospital that had treated all kinds of strange injuries to deal with it.

The first shrapnel came from the arm and was embedded in the original owner's body before he was resurrected.

The second shrapnel came from my calf. I was injured by a stray bullet when I was running around in a panic when I first arrived in this world.

The third bullet came from his waist and abdomen. He couldn't stop bleeding after being shot, and it almost took his life. It was a local Kuwaiti who saved him with his only remaining medicine.

Between life and death, his magic power erupted for the first time, and he gained the ability to sense crises related to himself.

The fourth one was hit by a stray bullet while collecting survival supplies when his abilities were still unstable.

The fifth one was hit after his abilities stabilized and he thought he was the child of destiny.

Sometimes, even if you have a premonition, your body is too weak to avoid it completely.

This bullet shattered Roger's arrogance.

Roger was able to dodge the sixth bullet, but in order to save a child, he risked his life and was shot.

According to Roger's calculations, this shot would not be fatal.

And the last shot... made Roger realize how fickle people’s hearts are.

Looking at the bullet fragments, Roger was silent for a moment, then pulled his mind back from the ups and downs of the memory, took out seven small plastic bags that were usually used to hold 2-inch photos, collected the seven shrapnel on the tray, and wrote the serial numbers with a marker.

Ritual magic is everywhere. After everything has a causal connection with other existences, it often has a special mystical meaning.

Just like the bones of his father that Voldemort used to resurrect, donated unintentionally, the flesh of his subordinates, donated voluntarily, and the blood of his enemy Harry, taken by force.

It is a typical ritual that uses the mystical symbol of cause and effect.

Ritual magic is very magical in this world and has powerful power, not just resurrection. Currently, one of the ultimate transformations, Animagus, has a lot of ritual magic content.

For example, the first step is to hold a mandrake leaf in your mouth for a month without spitting it out, take out the leaf when the full moon comes to make the potion, and then complete the other steps in stormy weather.

Many powerful rituals were very demanding on materials. Some of these bullets almost killed Roger, and some caused his mind to undergo drastic changes, possessing extraordinary mystical significance. Roger would naturally not throw away these things that might be useful.

Roger has always adhered to a principle: "Preparing for a rainy day is a good habit worth having for most people."

Roger rarely fought a battle unprepared unless he had to.

After Roger collected the shrapnel, he began to pack his luggage.

He brought nothing but a few books.

He had surgery on the first day, stayed in the hospital for observation on the second day, and was discharged on the third day. Roger didn't want to waste even a single day.

Carrying his bag, Roger walked to the front desk on the first floor of St. Mungo's to settle the bill.

Roger's surgery was not easy for a Muggle hospital to handle, but it was just a piece of cake for the healers at St. Mungo's, just like cupping in a bathhouse. They cut open the flesh, took out the shrapnel, used potions such as dittany to heal the wound and replenish the blood, and that was it.

So it didn't cost much.

"Hmm?" Although he had been away from the battlefield for quite some time, as a prophet, Roger's perception was still sharp.

As he was paying the final payment, he suddenly realized someone was staring at him.

Looking in the direction of perception, I saw an old woman and a little boy who looked a little dazed.

The one looking at him was a child who was about his age.

This combination, this location, this feature...

Roger roughly guessed the other party's identity.

Neville Longbottom is nicknamed the Gryffindor Sword Master by many people.

His parents were tortured to insanity by Death Eaters with the Unforgivable Curse and have been hospitalized in St. Mungo's for nearly ten years, but they still haven't recovered.

The reason why the three unforgivable curses are unforgivable is that they have no counter-curses. Once you are hit, there is no cure... at least that is the case for now.

The reason why he looked a little dull was because he was cast with a forgetfulness spell when he was a child in order to forget the tragic experience of being captured by Death Eaters along with his parents when he was a child. This was the aftereffect of the experience.

After confirming that the other party was not a threat, Roger gave him a faint smile, nodded to show friendliness, and then withdrew his gaze.

Although he recognized the other party, Roger had no intention of getting close to him.

What Roger pursues is eternal life and the infinite wonderful things that the long time after eternal life can bring him.

He didn't intend to be distracted too much by other things when he needed to race against time.

but……

Although Roger Virgil is considered good in terms of talent and ability, it does not mean that he has no shortcomings.

Roger actually has always had a small problem, which is that sometimes he is not very clear about his position in the eyes of others. He is naturally not very concerned about what others think of him and has always been not very sensitive in this regard.

It was as if he didn't notice how much waves his casual words had caused in Professor McGonagall's heart.

He only becomes aware of something belatedly after being reminded of it, like the obvious fear displayed by many wizards in the Leaky Cauldron.

So when he turned and left at this moment, he overlooked one thing.

That is, the strong themselves will become the center of the vortex of fate. As a powerful prophet that there are few in the entire wizard civilization, many things will come to you even if you don't want to take care of them.

In a world where great power belongs to oneself, a wave of the hand of a strong man may turn into a storm of fate that sweeps away countless people!
(End of this chapter)