Once, at Harry Potter's home, his uncle Vernon was too afraid to even speak to Roger.
But this wasn't because Roger intimidated him; it was simply that his very existence was unbearable for a Muggle.
It was like Icarus in Greek mythology, flying high with wings sealed by wax, only to have them melted by the sun and fall into the sea.
Or like the airborne microbes that are heavily slaughtered by the human immune system with every breath.
If the gap in their levels was too great, merely being close could cause injury or even death.
And this was merely the residual effect of Roger's power, which he had subconsciously restrained.
"Mr. Vogel, please look at me."
On the surface, Roger's body appeared to be that of an ordinary human infant, but remember, his original body had been vaporized by fusion power.
His current physical form was reassembled using a massive amount of fusion nuclear explosion energy as a tether! As Roger willed it, the latent energy began to surge, and infinite light and heat emerged. Before Minister Vogel, Roger's 'Plutonium Man' form revealed just the tip of the iceberg.
And this was not the end.
Under the influence of the 'Time Plague,' Roger was no longer a singular individual; he had begun to evolve into a 'whole' that permeated space-time.
Although, in terms of progress, it hadn't even reached the starting point yet.
However, the impact it had already caused Harry, who was relatively sensitive, to feel a greater discomfort than when he was influenced by Voldemort.
At this moment, Roger removed all the spells he had used to conceal his spatial anomalies.
"Are you sure I need to use what you call secrets to do anything?"
The anomalies in space-time distorted Vogel's perception. In Vogel's eyes, what was reflected was no longer a young wizard, nor a dangerously powerful humanoid fusion entity.
Instead, it was an endless brilliance igniting and spreading, from the present to the past, like a prairie fire, with billions of lights unfolding before his eyes!
Everything melted and evaporated before him.
Vogel could feel a powerful magical force enveloping him, ensuring he wouldn't suffer physical harm. Otherwise...
In that instant, he understood why Dumbledore had felt comfortable letting them out. This wasn't two young wizards going on a trip; it was like being handed a walking nuclear bomb! "I don't think I'm that powerful, but with guerrilla tactics, I'm confident I can inflict significant losses on you," Roger said conservatively.
Snap! With a snap of his fingers, the world before Vogel's eyes returned to normal. As if time were rewinding, under the effect of a silent repair spell, the ashes and gases in the now-blank reception room transformed back into their original forms.
Leather chairs, a solid wood table, and the warm cup of black tea in front of him.
Opening the window, the outside was bright and sunny, fresh air rushed into the room, and the sounds of traffic reached his ears. After some time, even after Jason Vogel had recovered, no one else knocked on the door, and no alarms sounded.
Clearly, everything that had just happened was confined to within these few dozen square meters, not transmitting to the outside world or alerting anyone.
If not for the unusual spatial-time fluctuations still emanating from Roger, stinging his senses, he might have believed it was all just his imagination.
"You..."
"Have you perhaps crossed that line?" Vogel asked woodenly, his voice dry, as if forced from his throat.
Having received such immense stimulation without any psychological preparation, he found it difficult to accept reality.
But as a wizard, he instinctively asked the most crucial question.
What line? Of course, it was the line that countless elite wizards had strived for over thousands of years but had never broken, the line that transformed wizards into gods!
What Roger had shown him was not the transformation into a giant of light that Dumbledore had witnessed.
Roger had only revealed a fraction of his life's essence, not even a tenth of his full power. The focus of his demonstration was not the quantity of energy.
Rather, it was that Roger had surpassed ordinary wizards and become a different level of being.
Wizards who merged with Magical Creature bloodlines would have a slightly higher upper limit than ordinary wizards, but what about those who completely surpassed them?
It was precisely as this thought crossed his mind that Vogel had asked his question.
Picking up the black tea in front of him, Roger took a shallow sip, then shook his head and said, "Still a long way to go. This is just the first step."
Roger wasn't being modest about this. According to the ancient wizards' visions of the future, truly god-like wizards would have every thought be magic, and their thoughts and desires could change everything in the world.
They valued extremely strong Mental Power, strengthening the link with magic, and finally achieving 'I am magic'... a bit like the path Dumbledore was currently treading.
By this standard, Roger was still far from qualified.
In fact, from Roger's perspective after initially completing the Three-Dimensional Theory, the fundamental reason ancient wizards had been stuck at this stage for so long was that magic was too powerful.
They were all striving towards omnipotence, like a race that could naturally teleport across countries, always trying to get from Earth to Mars using teleportation.
They ignored the method of taking a long detour via wheels, carriages, steam engines, internal combustion engines, and finally rocket launches to reach Mars.
All the transportation technology trees before space rockets were meaningless and a waste of vast amounts of money and time to a race that could teleport.
Because there was no demand, no one was willing to spend hundreds or thousands of years taking a 'detour' for a mere possibility.
It wasn't until he, who had a premonition of crisis and could accelerate magical research, appeared, using all the technology left by his predecessors, that he forged a 'detour.'
In Roger's eyes, he still had a long way to go, but it wasn't like that in Vogel's eyes.
Wizards had been stagnant for too long. This advancement, this 'step,' was a glimmer of hope in their eyes!
"...Do you want to stay in Germany? You can have my position." Vogel's mind raced, trying to do something.
Although Grindelwald's era had passed, his ideology had never truly died.
In Germany, a prevailing ideology of respecting the strong and prioritizing wizards still existed.
Vogel wasn't exactly a 'believer' in this whole system, but he knew very well that even if Roger couldn't advance further, the power he had already displayed was terrifying enough. If Germany could produce another wizard capable of serving as the Chairman of the International Confederation of Wizards…
Everything would be vastly different.
Roger's reaction to this was:
A silent smile.
After a moment of eye contact, Vogel lowered his head, "...I apologize, that was presumptuous of me."
To possess such power at such a young age, how could he possibly be swayed by his own meager bargaining chips? After calming down slightly, Vogel realized he had been a bit foolish.
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