Hogwarts: Wizards of Eternity.

Chapter 60 The Day the Savior Meets the Dark Lord
In Voldemort's eyes, the relationship between Roger and Voldemort is absolutely hostile.

Voldemort wanted to obtain his ideal eternal supreme power, so Roger, a "monster" who posed a great threat, had to be eliminated.

For Roger, Voldemort had a blood feud with his partners, and his existence also threatened Dumbledore, to whom he owed a favor.

Besides, Voldemort is not some innocent character like a baby.

So although Roger did not think Voldemort was an enemy, he did not mind wiping him out of the world if he had the chance.

But whether it is Voldemort or Roger, they are both very casual people.

Even if the other party is an enemy, they don't mind communicating and learning with them, and gaining knowledge from them that can make themselves stronger.

Weapons with absolutely no enemies are very useful, but I just want to be politically correct, so I sneer at other people's achievements.

Learning foreign skills in order to defeat them was a very common thing in the eyes of the two.

So when Roger only knew about Voldemort's five Horcruxes, and Voldemort was temporarily unable to attack him on campus this year due to the oath and other restrictions, and both sides were unable to do anything to each other, the two of them communicated from time to time.

December 12th, Christmas Eve.

Voldemort and Quirrell came to the appointment as usual and continued the almost impossible-to-win game with Roger.

"Don't you find that ironic?"

"Hmm?" Standing in front of the Room of Requirement, which one had to pass through three times before entering, Roger, who was turning around to open the room, looked back at Voldemort.

He was seen using Quirrell's body to flick a small plastic ball hanging next to the tapestry of the giant monster beating the fool Barnabas with his finger.

Those were the Christmas decorations that had been put up on Christmas Eve.

"We are wizards, but we are celebrating that person's birthday."

"The wizarding and Muggle worlds are too deeply intertwined. You are in me and I am in you. Every aspect is entangled..." Voldemort's gaze shifted from the plastic ball to the window, looking down from the 8th floor at Hagrid who was dragging a Christmas tree in the courtyard.

Generation after generation of Muggle wizards have been constantly bringing everything from Muggle society into wizard society, and it is difficult to stop them.

He established the Death Eaters under the banner of pure blood because he wanted a 'pure' team, but...

Can you really tell the difference?
He always thought of Roger's theory of 'If you can't beat them, join them'. Voldemort thought it was feasible, but his pride and persistence wouldn't allow him to do so.

It was already difficult for ordinary people to do things that violated their principles. But for someone like Voldemort, whose thinking was deeply influenced by negative emotional magic and whose thoughts were even more extreme, it was ten times more difficult.

The struggle between 'correctness' and 'persistence' was brewing in his mind, tormenting him all the time.

"It's not just wizards and Muggles. Look at the Muggle world. Isn't it also a tangled mess of you and me? There are too many strange events and world trends. As long as you put this sentence into practice, you can clear up the fog in your sight."

Roger, who came from the era of full globalization, said casually.

"This can be considered a general trend of the times. Unless you have the strength to completely overturn the table, you'd better join in and become an indispensable part of others."

"The era of isolation is over." After saying that, Roger walked into the Room of Requirement with the door opened without looking back.

Voldemort looked at Roger's back and an idea flashed through his mind.

...Do I really have to study how Muggles became wizards and then carry out that plan?
"Are you going to follow this trend too, Roger?"

"The strong will not complain about the environment, because the strong will make the environment what they want it to be... just like I use my fists and wand to make Slytherin and Gryffindor live in harmony in front of me." Roger did not answer directly, but the answer was obvious.

He is going to take another path.

Voldemort: "..."

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At the beginning of the fight, Quirrell and Roger could fight back and forth on the surface, but now, nearly two months later, Quirrell is no match for Roger and is knocked down by Roger in the first encounter.

After the routine and boring battle ended, Voldemort wanted to leave.

But Roger stopped him and asked the question: "Voldemort, why did you choose the path of magic you are on now?"

"I've been hesitating recently about what path I should take. Can you give me some advice?" Roger asked directly without any concealment, with a sincere smile on his face.

Hearing Roger's words, Voldemort couldn't help but be stunned for a moment: "You ask me this? Are you serious?!"

Although the two of them would also talk about some sensitive topics, this question was obviously beyond the scope.

For a moment, Voldemort was a little doubtful whether Roger was joking, but looking at Roger's sincere expression... Are you serious?
"I don't intend to explore the secrets of your core magic. I'm just a little curious about why you chose this path."

"Reason..." Voldemort and Roger looked at each other in silence for more than ten seconds.

After thinking for a long time, I think it’s not impossible to just say a few words about this.

Voldemort is not so taciturn when it comes to those who are qualified to have a normal conversation with him: "There is no special reason, it is just because only the magical path I have chosen can give me the power and ability to realize my ambitions."

Voldemort did not specifically say what path he had chosen, nor did he deceive Roger. He just used vague words to describe his mental journey at the time.

Compared to Minerva McGonagall and Severus Snape, Voldemort and Roger were in a more similar situation. Both of them were talented enough to be good at many magics and had several paths to choose from. His answer was very meaningful to Roger. Lie?

For others, Voldemort might not mind using sweet words to set a trap, and then watching the other party fall into it and finally become his pawn.

But Roger was different.

Roger's ability to observe fate is so strong that even Voldemort can hardly understand it. Using lies to plot against a prophet?
This is not the way to be a clown!

To Roger, Voldemort always either said nothing or told the truth and would not do anything that would make him laugh.

"So that's it." A flash of inspiration came to Roger's mind.

Professor McGonagall's 'good at'.

Professor Snape's 'beloved'.

Voldemort's 'power'.

A large number of words intertwined in his mind, and Roger had already noticed the commonality among them.

"Thank you for sharing, I think I know what to do." Roger's smile became bright.

Looking at Roger's appearance, Voldemort nodded without much concern, then turned and left.

As for the magic road, as long as you can find the threshold to enter it, except for a very few fools who get here by luck, you can basically find the path that you should choose.

Voldemort believed that whether he answered this question or not would not have much impact on Roger's ultimate achievement.

Even if he didn't answer, it would at most delay Roger's development by a month or two. It would be meaningless except for showing his narrow-mindedness and embarrassing himself in front of the prophet.

Compared to the prophet, Voldemort is now more concerned about another issue.

Voldemort left the Room of Requirement but did not head towards the library.

Instead, he took out an envelope from his pocket with interest and played with it in his hands.

Go down the stairs.

He came to a familiar door.

Before Halloween, I tried every possible means to get in.

In order to get past the three-headed dog's guard without causing any trouble, he even went to great lengths to get a Boggart to extract information from Hagrid.

But after Halloween, his actions became a joke, the Philosopher's Stone was not here.

It was unknown when the three-headed dog was moved away.

In the empty room, Voldemort opened the trapdoor.

Jump down.

It was a room that had been greatly expanded by the Traceless Extension Charm.

A boy wearing glasses looked like he had been waiting for a long time.

"Voldemort." The boy with glasses whispered the nightmare-like name.

"...Harry Potter." Looking at that figure, Voldemort showed an interested expression and threw the "invitation letter" that was sent to his office by an owl this morning.

The letter was stuck diagonally in the ground.

"I didn't expect that you would have the courage to find me even though I didn't bother you."

"Who gave you the courage?"

"Is that... the Death Eater behind you?!" Looking past Harry Potter's body, Voldemort focused his sight on Severus Snape behind him.

Severus Snape's secret identity was revealed.

But neither Snape nor Harry reacted.

"I asked you to come here because I want to settle accounts with you from 11 years ago." Harry said in a calm tone.

Seeing that the two people's reactions were different from what he expected, Voldemort narrowed his eyes and said in a joking tone: "Settling the accounts from 11 years ago?"

"How can I torture and kill your poor parents?"

"Hahahaha, if you want to settle that account, I think it's better for you to settle it with the guy behind you first."

"Severus, what did you do 11 years ago? Do you want me to tell him loudly now, or... do you tell him yourself?!"

Voldemort decided to do something ruthless.

He didn't think there was any need to drive a wedge between the two.

Instead, just looking at the painful looks on these two guys' faces can make me feel good for the whole day!

(End of this chapter)