Hogwarts: Wizards of Eternity.

Chapter 46 Why become the Dark Lord?
His breathing was rapid, and his hair and forehead were soaked with cold sweat.

Harry's pupils were slightly dilated, as if he had just run 3000 meters.

Roger had not seen the later films, but had seen the short video clips featuring Snape.

Snape was quite popular in his previous life, and he had occasionally encountered one.

This time, Roger expanded on the related death clips that he had seen, and used his own thinking techniques to render them more realistic, and made some details. When he presented it to Harry, it should have been almost the same experience as experiencing it in person.

"Just now..." After a while, Harry, who had gotten rid of the horrible feeling of death, opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

"That's a possibility for the future if I didn't exist."

"Voldemort returned in his fully restored form, and everyone at Hogwarts fought and died one by one."

"Don't make that ugly expression. Now that I'm here, the future won't go in that direction."

But this time it was Roger who misunderstood. The real reason for Harry's ugly expression was...

"Voldemort is really still alive?!"

Before entering school, he asked Hagrid about Voldemort, and Hagrid gave an ambiguous answer, "Some people think he's dead, others say different things, but I think he's still alive."

And now, this question that had been hanging in his mind for a long time was suddenly confirmed by Roger.

"Of course he's alive and he's at Hogwarts right now."

"..." Harry felt a little numb after receiving so much information today.

"But don't worry. With Dumbledore, the professors, and me, Voldemort, who hasn't recovered his strength, won't be able to do anything. Just continue to study with peace of mind."

Harry, who had been silent, suddenly realized that the world might never be as simple as he thought. It was because Roger, Dumbledore and others kept all the storms out that he could live a peaceful life.

Until this moment, the real world has just begun to open up before his eyes.

"Okay, it's almost time to rest. We still have to visit other professors next."

"Fortunately, your parents are both well-known figures in the school. We should be able to piece together their general experience in school and some of their post-graduation experiences very quickly."

As he spoke, Roger dragged Harry to the next professor's office.

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"No more struggle?" Roger smiled.

Roger finished Harry's work quickly.

While Harry was immersed in the stories about his parents that Roger had "borrowed" from various professors, Roger was not idle.

In addition to his usual magic research, he now has another important thing to do.

Continue the agreement with Voldemort, and use Quirrell as a springboard to fight Voldemort remotely every week.

At the beginning, Voldemort would teach Quirrell some magic to determine whether Roger's prophecy was really so flawless.

But when Voldemort was sure that there were no flaws in Roger's prophecy that he could exploit, he stopped teaching Quirrell.

There was no point in continuing, except to make the little prophet more familiar with his methods.

"Let's talk about it next time." After finishing today's battle, Voldemort ignored Roger's invitation to continue fighting.

In fact, it’s not true that Voldemort has no chance of turning the tables.

He has one last trick up his sleeve.

Voldemort is proficient in various dark arts, including some evil rituals that cost wizards their lives and squeezed out their potential. There might be a possibility of a violent breakout.

But there are two problems with this Heaven and Earth Together gameplay. One is that according to the contract, Voldemort cannot directly intervene in the battle, so Quirrell must arrange the ceremony personally and voluntarily die.

Second, after suffering a loss at the hands of the little prophet, Voldemort rarely felt a sense of powerlessness.

Looking back at the Hogwarts library, Voldemort suddenly realized that he still had room for improvement in some aspects. The more he knew, the more immature he felt.

Voldemort was reluctant to give up the useful identity of 'Quirrel' for the time being.

"Okay." Roger didn't force it, it was just a bit of a pity.

The fight with Quirrell not only greatly enhanced his experience in fighting wizards, but also allowed him to test a lot of new magic, and his ability to master magic also reached a new level.

If possible, Roger still wants to play two more games.

The door of the Room of Requirement opened, and the two returned to the tapestry on the eighth floor of Hogwarts, then walked in the same direction together.

After the battle, they usually go to the library. Of course, they each go to their own place and they go together just for the sake of convenience.

But today was a little different. Feeling that his Alchemy Eye was about to succeed and he was only one step away from initial immortality, Roger suddenly had a question to ask Voldemort.

"Voldemort." As he spoke, Roger snapped his fingers and set up a small magic to soundproof a small area.

Quirrell beside him didn't react at all, but Roger knew he was listening.

"As I recall, your goal is unlimited life and supreme power, right?"

"What?" Voldemort said through Quirrell.

He was a little surprised as to why the little prophet suddenly wanted to talk to him about this.

"Do you really think that Horcruxes can make you immortal, and that a ragtag army of Death Eaters can give you supreme power?"

Voldemort had no special reaction to Roger revealing the secret of the Horcruxes and calling the Death Eaters a ragtag army.

After all, the other party is a prophet, so it is normal for him to know a lot. The Death Eaters are indeed slightly less pure than the saints of Grindelwald, the last great prophet in the wizarding world.

"The body is not important to wizards. Will is the source of our greatness."

"The real power of the Horcrux lies not only in giving me multiple opportunities to be resurrected."

"More importantly, it can be engraved in my heart, and I can solidify my will at different time periods."

Voldemort was not shy about this topic. If someone who was not qualified spoke up, he would feel offended and he would kill them.

But this little prophet, he is qualified to talk about this with himself.

Even Voldemort was a little curious about how Roger, his fellow traveler on the road to immortality, viewed his Horcruxes.

Roger nodded, if he calculated according to his immature arrangement of immortality, youth, immortality and indestructibility.

Voldemort has reached the stage of 'immortality' and completed the initial stage of immortality.

The body is weak and the soul is immortal.

Engrave your will and your soul will never grow old.

Broken souls multiply, and death is rebirth.

but……

"and then?"

"What then?" Voldemort didn't react to what Roger was asking.

"The Horcrux has reached this stage, but it is still far from being called immortality."

"Did you know that the people in the Department of Mysteries are studying time? If someone was willing to risk their life to go back a few decades and prevent your parents from meeting, wouldn't you just disappear? Even ten thousand Horcruxes wouldn't be of any use."

Roger looked at Voldemort seriously and asked his real question: "Your goal is immortality, and you want to rule the world. There are countless wizards who will become your enemies, and any attack may fall on you."

"Time and space, fate, and even other more terrible means, your way to immortality is still far from enough."

"Why did you stop at just completing the Horcrux and couldn't wait to stand on the stage of history?"

(End of this chapter)