"Immortal, ageless, indestructible, unkillable..." After finishing his conversation with Harry, Roger returned to the familiar library of Hogwarts. With Quidditch over, the library had become more crowded.
Roger sketched out his future plans on paper, steps that would lead him closer to Eternal Life.
He had already begun walking the path to longevity, and with the help of Alchemy, he might see progress within the next year or two.
As for the path to agelessness, he was still conceptualizing it. Longevity was a matter of the body and soul, while agelessness was more about the mind. Even with an theoretically extended lifespan, if one's spirit couldn't withstand the erosion of time, becoming weary and numb, it wouldn't truly be agelessness.
There was no rush for that. Besides, the realm of 'self' was something others couldn't assist with. He could wait until his path to longevity was well underway before tackling it.
The problem lay with the subsequent paths.
How could he achieve indestructibility and unkillability?
For physical immortality, if his Transfiguration modifications reached their peak, even if his body turned to ash, he could easily recover. But how could his soul become immortal?
Based on some knowledge from his past life, Roger believed that 'time,' 'concepts,' and 'existence' were potential avenues.
He could thread his existence through space-time; as long as space-time endured, he would endure. Or he could transform into a memetic entity, surviving in the collective subconscious of all beings; as long as sentient beings existed, he would exist. Alternatively, he could become a conceptual being, resurrecting countless times as long as a certain concept existed in the universe.
Currently, Roger was pouring all his effort into researching longevity alone. He simply didn't have the capacity to consider these things, which were orders of magnitude more difficult than longevity.
Therefore, Roger planned to outsource the paths of indestructibility and unkillability, much like he had outsourced a path to longevity to Hagrid.
He wasn't expecting any specific results, just for some related research to be conducted. That way, when he eventually delved into these fields, he wouldn't be starting from scratch with no prior knowledge.
He didn't even need them to research 'immortality' specifically. Simply researching 'time' itself would save him considerable time and effort.
Roger had harbored this idea since his encounter with Hagrid, but he hadn't found the opportunity to put it into practice.
Magic and scientific research were very different.
In scientific research, if you threw enough money at it, even if the scientists didn't particularly like the study, continuous experimentation could yield some results.
But magic, something so deeply connected to the mind, required a certain affinity, obsession, and passion in a particular field to achieve significant accomplishments.
Thus, even though Roger wanted to sow some seeds and wait for time to harvest the results, he hadn't found suitable candidates.
Until, during his conversation with Harry this time, Roger realized that Harry's current mindset might be somewhat fitting.
However, Roger didn't place too much importance on this. An 11-year-old child was full of innocence and whimsy, with a fickle mind. While Harry was determined to alter time for his parents now, it wasn't guaranteed he'd retain that resolve a few years later when teenage desires bloomed.
It was incredibly difficult to regain a determined mindset once lost.
So, Harry was merely a contingency plan. If Harry succeeded, Roger would be delighted.
If Harry gave up midway, Roger wouldn't lose anything, as he had only offered guidance at crucial moments.
... On the other side of the library, Voldemort, using Quirrell's body to search for information on Seers, was unaware that during the time he was engrossed in his reading, Roger had altered Harry's fate.
At this moment, Voldemort was filled with helplessness.
After nearly a full day of research, he discovered that while the library contained detailed records of famous Seers from ancient and modern times, some books also mentioned methods to counter Seers.
For instance, the book "The Dissonance of Fate" described how Seers could use prophecies to interfere with other Seers' prophecies, making it harder for them to observe the future.
However, this method required the user to be a powerful Seer capable of making prophecies at any time.
Then there was "Man Conquers Heaven." The author of this book proposed a theory: if someone's hatred for destiny reached a near-maniacal level, they might be able to become invisible within 'fate' through a casting method involving magical surges.
This was indeed a method, but refining the theory into a usable spell would require Quirrell to reach a level where he could cast such a spell.
Voldemort estimated his own talent in the domain of fate. Even if he dedicated himself to it for 20 years, he might not be able to complete it.
Most other methods were similar: they either required Quirrell to possess exceptional talent in the domain of fate or demanded legendary prophetic artifacts.
There weren't many high-level fate-related magic spells that didn't rely on riddles, and Voldemort quickly finished his search.
He concluded that to counter fate, one either needed to wield the power of prophecy themselves or possess a strength greater than the sum of fate's power, overcoming skill with brute force.
There were indeed no other shortcuts.
Was he truly going to concede? Unable to find a way to break through with Quirrell, Voldemort sought to find a solution through Roger.
For example...
'Professor Quirrell defeats me in a direct magical duel, and the Philosopher's Stone is yours. You may not attempt to obtain the Philosopher's Stone by any other means before our game concludes.'
... Tsk, was this also within your calculations, Seer?
Recalling one of the conditions of the unbreakable vow, Voldemort abandoned his line of thought.
In that instant, Voldemort began to reflect.
A mere minor game between himself and the Seer had put him in such a predicament.
Could he really break the prophecy of the Dark Lord and the Savior as he had envisioned? Could that bespectacled child truly become his grave-digger? He had so many Horcruxes, surely not?
Realizing that the power of fate and prophecy was greater than he had initially perceived, a thought suddenly flashed through Voldemort's mind: "Shouldn't I, too, leave some contingency for Harry Potter's matter?"
He had too little time to win the bet with the little Seer, no matter what.
But Harry Potter was different. He would need many more years to grow, enough time for Voldemort to make arrangements to counter the Savior prophecy!
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The next morning, before Roger could even wait for Harry, Hagrid unexpectedly showed up first.
"What? Your miniature magical creature is done?!"
"No, uh, I can't really say. The situation is very complicated. Just come and see for yourself." Hagrid looked haggard, as if he hadn't slept for days and nights. He scratched his head, appearing very troubled.
Seeing Hagrid struggling to articulate, Roger didn't say anything and followed him to the hut located next to the Forbidden Forest.
After that...
Inside the hut, Roger looked at Hagrid's creation with a pained expression, his brow furrowed even deeper than Hagrid's.
"This thing..."
This peculiar creature gave Roger a vague hallucination, as if he were seeing the warp daemons under the Four Chaos Gods.
Wizard 40K? I don't want this kind of world-line! "Hagrid... can you tell me how you managed to raise it?"
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