"What's wrong, Roger? Sighing so much here." Tom, owner of The Leaky Cauldron, walked up to Roger's table and handed him a glass of juice.
It wasn't what Roger had ordered, but a complimentary drink from Tom, the owner of The Leaky Cauldron.
At first, the pub owner felt Roger was trouble and was reluctant to rent him a room. However, seeing how young and homeless Roger looked at only 11 years old, he softened.
And after interacting with him these past few days, the owner felt that many people misunderstood Roger.
He wasn't the dangerous individual some people claimed, who would kill if unhappy or unhappy if not killing. He was a rather gentle and helpful good kid.
As for what happens on the battlefield, if you don't kill others, they'll come to kill you, so what's there to say?
The relationship between the two was good now, at least friendly.
"It's nothing, just feeling a bit overwhelmed. It's really hard to become a powerful wizard," Roger sighed, feeling a bit lost about which path to take.
Faced with three towering paths, Roger's choices were actually quite limited.
If he were like Grindelwald, a prophet, he would have a high chance of taking the Ritual Path to achieve longevity. The External Object Path, focusing on alchemy and potions, wouldn't be bad either.
But he wasn't.
Roger's prophetic abilities couldn't actually predict futures unrelated to him, nor could they see too far. The judgment he made about the future situation in the Middle East at the time was based on his past life memories and intelligence analysis.
His true prophetic ability could only sense dangers related to himself.
Therefore, the most suitable path for Roger.
Was the Modification Path.
Self-modification, stepping onto the path of evolution. This path actually had considerable potential.
The main reason wizards in this world hadn't succeeded on this path was that magical experiments were too dangerous. Every year, a considerable number of wizards ended up at St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries due to magical experiments, and some didn't even make it to the hospital, turning to ash directly.
For example, Luna of Ravenclaw's mother died accidentally while experimenting with a spell.
The wizarding world never lacked those who dared to innovate, but they either fell into a state of cognitive bias and couldn't extricate themselves, or their talent was insufficient to overcome the difficulties.
This was especially true in this field.
Just as the progress of modern medicine is built upon the sacrifices and selfless contributions of countless people.
This kind of research into the mysteries of life requires a large number of experimental subjects.
The wizarding population is simply too small to withstand trial-and-error methods of brute force.
Using Muggles? Let alone the legal issues.
Wizards were not yet ready for all-out war with Muggle human society! As for other creatures, magic is easily affected by mental interference. What works for modifications on lab rats might be completely unpredictable when applied to wizards.
But Roger was different; he was a prophet who could sense dangers related to himself.
In magical experiments, Roger could be said to possess the Innate Death-Seeking Holy Body! But...
Roger couldn't guarantee that his premonitions would always be effective.
What if, with a moment of carelessness, he forgot to activate his prophetic ability? Wouldn't that result in instant self-destruction?!
This was an extremely risky path.
But Roger couldn't think of any other good ideas either.
In response to Roger's lament, Mr. Aberforth just smiled and shook his head, "The path of growth is always winding, isn't that normal? Otherwise, everyone could become a great wizard like Dumbledore."
"That's true," Roger nodded.
Without much hesitation, Roger had made his decision.
With his prophetic abilities, becoming a prominent figure in the wizarding world wouldn't be difficult, but he would never be satisfied with that alone.
It was like someone capable of earning 20 million US dollars would never be satisfied with just 20 million US dollars.
Since he had the potential to transcend the mundane, even if the path ahead was an extremely dangerous cliff, Roger would risk his life to venture into that unknown possibility! As he had said before, he would fight forever, until the moment of death!
He downed the juice, thanked the owner, and headed upstairs.
Terrifying rumors related to Roger Virgil were still spreading. Rumors stop with the wise, but the wise are always a minority.
Roger felt that staying downstairs for too long might affect the pub's business, so he always hurried upstairs after eating... If the room Roger rented wasn't so small, with only a bed and books, and barely enough space to eat, Roger wouldn't even choose to dine downstairs.
If others have helped him, it's best not to cause them trouble if there's nothing else.
But what Roger considered reasonable, others did not.
"Roger," Mr. Aberforth called out to him.
"What is it, Uncle Aberforth?"
"Aren't you always reading books? You've been at it for so long, don't you want to go out for a walk?" Mr. Aberforth said kindly, worried about Roger's mental state since he never left his room.
Roger refused the owner's suggestion, "No, time is precious. School starts in a few days, and I still have many books to read."
Although he had decided to pursue the Modification Path.
He hadn't yet decided whether it would be bloodline modification, transformation modification, or soul modification.
He couldn't make a hasty choice in this regard. His lifespan was limited, and he had to achieve longevity before it ran out.
He planned to gain a thorough understanding of all three systems before choosing the one that best suited him.
Some things can't be rushed, but others require patience; Roger knew the difference.
Regarding this cutting-edge magical knowledge, Roger planned to consult Professor McGonagall and even those exceptionally brilliant wizarding professors at Hogwarts in their respective fields before making any decisions.
Voldemort would be secretly infiltrating Hogwarts as a professor this year. He wondered if he'd have a chance to glean some knowledge about soul modification from him...
After declining his boss's offer, Roger continued upstairs. But after only a couple of steps, he suddenly remembered something.
Shortly after he'd landed, he was arrested by the British Ministry of Magic, followed by a trial and funeral arrangements.
After buying his wand and other items, he'd borrowed books from Professor McGonagall, so his schedule was very tight.
This had caused him to almost forget something that was, to a certain extent, quite important! Turning back from the stairs, Roger returned to the pub's main hall and approached Mr. Aberforth. "Uncle Aberforth, I wanted to ask you about a place."
"Do you know how to get to St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries?"
"Hmm?" Mr. Aberforth paused.
"Are you injured?" he asked, looking Roger up and down.
He didn't look it.
Roger hesitated before saying, "Sort of. It's a bit of a minor issue. Muggle hospitals aren't equipped to handle it, but I think a magical hospital could." — (Feeling a bit under the weather with a slight fever, feeling dizzy while typing. Everyone, stay warm as winter sets in _(:з」∠)_)
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