Hogwarts: Wizards of Eternity.

Chapter 34 Voldemort, I call you, will you answer me?
"The school rules say that we must wear uniforms at school and keep them clean." Another classmate said.

"So we can make micro-innovations in other places." Roger took out a loose-leaf notebook he carried with him from the lining of his clothes.

He opened the notebook, pulled out a piece of paper, and with a tap of his finger, the white paper turned into a pair of fluorescent vampire dentures.

He handed it to the classmate next to him, and tore off another piece of paper to create Jason's hockey mask from the classic 1980 horror movie "Friday the th".

Finally, he shook the notebook, turning the entire notebook into a pumpkin hood.

Some young wizards are not interested in these, but they are quite attractive to young wizards of Muggle origin.

They would dress up for festivals until they were 11 years old, but now they suddenly don’t dress up and feel a little uncomfortable.

It’s just that people tend to follow the crowd. Since no one around them is dressed up, it’s not easy for them to be special.

But now that the Prophet has taken the lead...

Suddenly, the little wizards who had celebrated Halloween in Muggle society before surrounded Roger.

...after some chaos.

Hogwarts Great Hall.

A variety of delicious foods suddenly appeared on golden plates, and the Halloween dinner began. Harry looked around and saw many little wizards dressed up in all kinds of gadgets, masks, hoods, bandages... Although their school uniforms were still wizard robes, it did have a more Halloween atmosphere than before.

"So, which character are you dressed like this? A special vampire?" Turning around, Harry looked at Roger who was sitting next to him.

As Roger picked up a fried chicken drumstick, he casually said, "It's the Egyptian Pharaoh who knows how to play cards."

"...Ah?" Harry was stunned for a moment. He looked up and down, but couldn't see that Roger looked like an Egyptian pharaoh in any way except for the pyramid-shaped pendant on his chest.

Just when Roger was about to talk to Harry about the "fashion" from the future and the power of the Pearly Tears in its heyday.

bump!
There was a loud bang.

The door of the auditorium was opened.

"Troll, there's a troll in the basement classroom!"

"I..." Professor Quirrell had already planned his lines, but he couldn't continue halfway through.

Because he noticed Roger not far away from him.

There was a pyramid pendant hanging in front of Roger, with a dark red crystal inlaid in the center of the pendant.

...the magic stone!

Why are you here?!
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After Roger got the Philosopher's Stone, he thought about how to preserve it.

In Voldemort's impression, this thing should be kept by Dumbledore on the third floor.

If he thought normally, Roger should have followed the original trajectory of fate.

Let Harry misunderstand Snape, let Snape fight with Voldemort, and at the same time find other professors to show their secret letters to the headmaster, let them set up the Devil's Snare, find keys, wizard chess, and potions, and then find a substitute for the magic mirror to cast spells.

Anyway, the magic of love left by his mother was still in Harry, so Voldemort could not hurt him. As long as Harry's little hand touched him lightly, Professor Quirrell, who had been deeply infected by Voldemort, would die instantly.

Voldemort, having lost his body, could only flee.

And taking this opportunity, Harry can also go through some training.

But Roger didn't want this.

Roger had been to the battlefield, and he knew that taking someone's life was not a good experience, especially in close combat, unless you no longer considered the other person as a "human".

Let Harry kill Quirrell? Never mind, maybe he would have to face that one day, but Roger didn't want it to be when he was eleven.

Just because you’ve been caught in the rain, you can’t tear up other people’s umbrellas.

So Roger thought of a way.

On Halloween, Quirrell would release a troll. According to the original fate, Hermione would cry in the ladies' room for the whole afternoon because of Ron's bad words, and Ron, who was worried about Harry, would come out to look for him.

Finally, they faced the giant monster's attack together in the women's restroom.

They used a levitation spell to knock down the troll, and from that moment on, having experienced life and death together, they became true friends.

But fate has changed beyond recognition under the instigation of the butterflies. Hermione's life has changed slightly, and Harry and Ron's ways of dealing with things have also shifted subtly because they have encountered circumstances different from their original destiny.

The battle of the women's restroom will never happen.

However, Voldemort has not been influenced by me yet, so his actions should not change.

So, you can squat on him for a while.

The result was just as Roger expected.

Quirrell, who broke into the hall, was stunned for half a second when he saw the Philosopher's Stone hanging clearly around Roger's neck.

But he soon reacted.

When you are not sure about the situation, you should remain unchanged in the face of change.

So he rolled his eyes and pretended to faint.

Anyway, this semester, everyone has known that I am a bit neurotic, so this reaction is not abrupt.

At this time, Dumbledore had already left the UK, and the school affairs were taken over by Vice-Principal Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall was very calm in the face of emergencies.

First, they used magic to create a loud noise to attract the attention of the little wizards who were making a mess below and make them quiet down. Then they instructed the prefects of each college to lead the little wizards back to the dormitory, and the party ended.

The danger level of the troll is not high for a qualified wizard. Any of the prefects or even most of the senior wizards are enough to deal with it. However, it is very dangerous for children who have never experienced battle.

For those who have never fought, when encountering an emergency, let alone casting spells, they would be lucky if they don't recite the wrong spell and get themselves injured.

It can be said that the magic wand in the little wizard's hand poses a greater threat to them than the troll.

So in order to avoid accidents, it is better to evacuate safely.

Following Vice-Principal McGonagall's order, the young wizards who were looking for their prefects became a little confused again.

Roger took this opportunity to walk to Professor Quirrell seemingly unintentionally, and pulled him up with a levitation spell, pretending to take him to the teachers' table so that the professors could take the 'fainted' Professor Quirrell away for treatment.

Quirrell didn't respond.

But Roger felt that his sense of crisis had given him a very subtle warning.

Roger, who was already very familiar with his own abilities, knew that this was the reaction of someone who had the ability to hurt him when he was extremely alert to him.

Roger ignored it and adjusted the angle to block the direction where others could see his face. Then, in this noisy environment, he whispered meaningfully, "Can we just forget about the Philosopher's Stone?"

Quirrell's little finger trembled slightly.

"Just consider it as a favor to me...Voldemort."

Quirrell:!
Voldemort:?!
(End of this chapter)