The sweltering summer heat was oppressive.
England in June should have been cool, but today the weather was uncooperative. The outdoor temperature was already above 28 degrees Celsius, and it was even hotter indoors.
The young wizards in the same classroom as Roger were all sweating profusely.
Wizard robes were enchanted with charms for warmth in winter and coolness in summer, but their effect couldn't lower the body temperature of the young wizards that rose due to nervousness and excessive mental exertion.
Roger put down his pen. This was a new quill given to them by the teacher specifically for the exam, and it had been enchanted with anti-cheating spells.
At this moment, only two seconds had passed since the start of this exam.
Back when Roger was writing his Three-Dimensional Theory for Dumbledore, he had finished an A4-sized, dictionary-thick notebook in two to three hours, with a total content of nearly 2 million words.
This was after Roger had repeatedly deliberated, revised, and organized his understanding of magical theory while transforming his thoughts into words.
For the simple content of a first-year written exam, two seconds was more than enough respect from Roger.
After putting down his pen, Roger, just like in the previous written exam, idly dipped his fingertip in ink and then, using wandless spellcasting, transformed it into perfume.
He was contemplating a question.
The essence of smell is volatile substances, meaning that a 'part' of an object dissipates into the air from the whole, allowing people to smell it.
However, according to one of the basic rules of Transfiguration, the 'Gamp's Law of Elemental Transfiguration,' it is difficult to 'disassemble' a transformed object. This is also why wizards cannot conjure food out of thin air; a wooden cake, when eaten, would turn into wooden fragments, not disassemble into nutritional components.
But the scent, as a volatile substance, could be captured by the human sensory cells.
Where exactly was the dividing line for this transformative disassembly...
Although Roger had accepted Professor McGonagall's suggestion to take a long break, it didn't mean he had completely abandoned his magical research during this period.
He had merely allowed the matter of virtual reality to grow wildly for the time being, and was only keeping up with the most basic progress on his Three-Dimensional Theory.
He had shifted most of his thoughts away from the development of eternal life technology and focused on self-reflection.
Why did Roger see Voldemort's path as a 'wicked path'? The reason was that, in Roger's opinion, even if Voldemort's path could reach its end, it wouldn't be Voldemort who ultimately achieved eternal life, but something else he had created.
That thing, which considered itself Voldemort and was composed of Voldemort's essence, would replace Voldemort himself.
Not wanting to become like that, Roger had to find a way to resolve his own hidden dangers.
Roger now acted more relaxed and carefree than ever before, trying to perceive some changes in his mind.
During this process, Roger did not intend to use methods like solidifying magic, as Voldemort did, to solve his mental issues.
Roger subconsciously felt that magic ultimately had its limits. Using limited magic to regulate an infinite inner self might not be a good choice. If he took this path, how would he distinguish between his own mind and magic?
If Roger wanted to follow Dumbledore's path and stick to pure magic all the way, then this wouldn't be a problem, because that path, taken to its extreme, meant magic is me, and I am magic; there would be no need to distinguish too clearly.
But Roger's path was more than just magic.
Time flowed by as Roger pondered. The professors collected the papers, and the students moved to the next examination hall.
Wizards' exams not only included written theory but also placed great importance on practical application.
Handling herbs, casting spells, brewing potions... Only a very small number of courses tested only theory, rather than having both theoretical and practical exams.
For example, the last exam, History of Magic, was one of the few courses that did not involve practical application.
As the ghost professor Binns called out the end of the exam and gathered all the students' parchment papers, the first-year young wizards' final exams were officially over.
Some students cheered, while others who hadn't studied diligently in class, or were prone to suspicion, asked those around them, "Which of those weird old wizards invented the self-stirring cauldron?" and compared their answers.
"F**k! Ron, didn't you say you barely studied? You dragged me into a game of Wizard's Chess the day before yesterday, how come your answers are almost all correct?!"
"Luck. It just so happened that I remembered everything that was tested, hehe."
"...Wait, what are you guys doing? Don't hit my face!"
As Roger left the examination hall, he heard the commotion and screams behind him.
But he didn't pay any attention.
The other students were the same, happy to see the 'lucky one' face consequences.
"Roger, wait for me." After the exam, Harry didn't stay in the examination hall to 'rescue' his good brother Ron Weasley, but instead caught up with Roger.
"Huh? What's up?" Roger stopped and turned to look at Harry.
"Nothing much, I just wanted to ask about your plans for the summer vacation," Harry asked.
Having spent so much time together, Harry naturally knew that Roger had no fixed abode in London. Before enrolling, he had been living at Hannah Abbott's home in The Leaky Cauldron.
So he wondered if Roger would spend another summer vacation at Hannah's place.
"I haven't decided yet," Roger said without any pretense.
"I had originally planned to discuss with Headmaster Dumbledore whether I could stay at Hogwarts during the holidays, as I still have many magical experiments to conduct."
Hogwarts' final exams were in the first week of June. Results were released on the second weekend, followed by a farewell feast and the announcement of the House Cup results the day before the train departed, bidding farewell to the graduating students.
In the third week, the Hogwarts Express would depart from Hogwarts for London, and all teachers and students would leave, marking the complete end of the academic year.
However, some people would not leave, such as the castle caretaker Filch, the gamekeeper Hagrid, the Headmaster and Deputy Headmistress Dumbledore and McGonagall, and the Head of Hufflepuff. She was the Herbology professor, and the school's greenhouses needed someone to guard and care for them, so she rarely left the school.
"But recently, I've been thinking about whether I should go on a trip during the summer vacation."
This was still influenced by Professor McGonagall. Roger felt that encountering some people and events might be more beneficial to his cultivation and development than staying cooped up in a laboratory for over two months.
"Traveling?" Harry's eyes showed a flicker of longing.
"Do you have any destinations in mind?"
"I haven't decided on anything yet, but if possible, I'd like to go into space, above low Earth orbit. I want to see if casting spells in space is the same as on Earth." Roger also looked expectant.
"Besides that, I also want to go to the deep sea and visit wizards in faraway foreign countries."
"And..." Roger's words suddenly stopped here.
He thought of the Middle East, but he didn't know if he should set foot on that land again.
"In short, there are quite a few places I want to go, but due to scheduling conflicts, I haven't decided yet."
It wasn't just scheduling conflicts; for some trips, Roger still needed to confirm with Dumbledore before acting.
After all, as Dumbledore had said, Roger was no longer an ordinary student. In the eyes of many British wizards, he and Harry were like Merlin reincarnated, and people abroad were likely keeping an eye on them too.
"...That sounds nice." The thought of only being able to return to his aunt and uncle's house, facing their disgust, made Harry feel a bit dejected.
Although his emotional growth had been significant, and Harry had the resolve to face anything with strength, being looked down upon by his blood relatives meant his emotions couldn't possibly remain unaffected.
Seeing Harry's expression, Roger thought for a moment and then said, "Don't want to go back? Then why don't you come traveling with me?"
He knew, of course, that Harry's Love's Magic required spending time with his family to be maintained.
However, Roger didn't believe Harry absolutely needed Love's Magic.
The power of love could protect Harry's childhood, but he would eventually have to grow up.
Voldemort was becoming less and less human. Who knew if Love's Magic could even recognize that monster standing above time after his complete transformation? Besides, with him around, Harry also had his own magical path.
These two rivals, with a 'tacit understanding,' both chose Time Magic as their new path. Entangled by the prophecy, it was hard to say who would go further.
"Uh, let me think..." Now it was Harry's turn to hesitate.
Seeing this, Roger didn't say anything more. Instead, he waved goodbye and headed for the Headmaster's office.
He was going to discuss the summer vacation with Dumbledore.
But when he knocked on the door and actually saw Dumbledore, Roger suddenly had another thought.
"Headmaster Dumbledore, after this school year ends, Professor Snape should be finishing his teaching of Defense Against the Dark Arts, right?"
"Have you thought about the professor for next year?" Roger asked with great curiosity.
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