"Huh? Are you leaving already?" Charlotte's complexion had improved significantly, her face regaining its fair and rosy hue, ever since she no longer had to be caught between the Ministry of Magic and Roger.
Early this morning, she had woken up as usual to prepare for the day's activities, only to receive unexpected news.
"Yeah, we've been here for almost half a month. We have many other places to go, probably the day after tomorrow or the day after that," Roger said to Charlotte, who looked surprised.
Nearly a week had passed since they witnessed the remains of the little mustache burning in the flames.
During this time, Roger and Harry had stopped lingering in big cities and famous historical sites, instead observing the changes of time in the countryside and villages.
It could be quite depressing to constantly witness war and death, so occasionally enjoying pastoral scenery was a good choice.
The only regret was that even with Roger's personal casting and his Mental Power, the Time Phantom Shuttle Spell couldn't trace back too far into the past.
Before his transmigration, Roger had heard a theory, based on the latest archaeological findings by molecular biologists, that dinosaurs most likely had feathers. The reconstructions and documentary CGs he saw as a child seemed to be inaccurate.
Roger had wanted to witness firsthand what many extinct species looked like, but... Roger could only shake his head and lament his own weakness again.
Tracing back hundreds of millions of years was too difficult.
"Where are you heading next?" Charlotte's eyes flickered with reluctance upon hearing the news.
It wasn't that she had developed affection for the two children during their half-month stay; for Charlotte, this was merely a task assigned by the Ministry of Magic.
And it was a difficult task that had almost gotten her blamed.
What truly made her reluctant was the journey itself.
She had accompanied Roger and Harry throughout their tour of Germany.
The cheers of East and West Germans under the Berlin Wall, the establishment of the new German nation, the cries of 'Sieg Heil' echoing across the land, the bread costing 500,000 Marks, the frenzied war, the First Empire that was neither holy nor Roman, how the first arrivals survived and multiplied on barren land...
It was slightly different from what was in the textbooks; she had personally witnessed a more authentic history as if she were there.
This experience, which perhaps only a few people in the world had, was truly intoxicating for her.
Charlotte knew that all good things must come to an end, but she hadn't expected it to happen so soon.
"If nothing unexpected happens, it should be Greece," Roger replied casually.
Greece was one of the origins of Western civilization's development, encompassing technology, art, philosophy, and... the occult.
To trace the matters of ancient wizards, Greece, Egypt, and the East were all necessary destinations. However, limited by time and itinerary, they could only go to Greece this year.
"I've read many books written by ancient wizards, but I still want to know the environment in which they had such ideas."
Roger and Charlotte chatted for a while. According to yesterday's schedule, today was the day to visit Grindelwald, but Harry hadn't come out yet.
Roger waited for a while longer. Just as he was about to knock on Harry's door, Harry emerged from his room.
... For the past half-month, for convenience, they had been staying in a hotel's three-person suite, with one room for each of them.
Harry's expression was a bit off, and Roger could tell at a glance what he had just experienced.
"You don't need to be so anxious. With magic, the more anxious you are, the more likely you are to make mistakes... It's a strange feeling to meet your past self, isn't it?" Roger asked with a smile.
"Strange? Awful," Harry sighed.
Only now did he understand why the Department of Mysteries' Time Hall listed meeting one's past self as a taboo.
Having experienced the stimulation of wartime, Harry felt death drawing closer to him. At this point, Roger had given him an idea to enhance his survival ability.
Unlike Roger's previous method of directly feeding him 'food,' developing a magic spell related to the connection between past and future, and temporal changes, from scratch was too difficult.
Even just the beginning had led him to a major setback.
If he hid his true self in the past, what would happen to his past self? Harry had considered doing what Roger did, discussing with his past self and brainstorming ideas.
But the result...
"Absolute self-confidence... sigh." Harry couldn't help but sigh again. This seemingly ordinary thing was much harder than he realized.
Roger patted Harry on the shoulder: "That's why you're too impatient. Voldemort studied magic for how many years, and only with the legacy of his predecessors was he able to perfect his Horcruxes."
"You're always thinking about getting quick results. It's better to just let things happen naturally."
It was like a fun anecdote Roger had once read: a young monk asked an old abbot how many years it would take him to achieve enlightenment. The old abbot replied, "Ten years." The young monk then asked, "What if I work twice as hard?" The old abbot answered, "Then it will take you twenty years to achieve enlightenment."
Magic is a miracle of the mind. With things related to the mind, the more eager you are, the less you will achieve.
Facing Roger's comfort, Harry just looked at him with half-closed eyes, remaining silent.
This statement might be appropriate coming from someone else, but from Roger, Harry found it strange.
Roger saw through Harry's thoughts from his expression and chuckled, "Impatience and speed are two different things."
"It's like one person swinging a pickaxe, and another operating an excavator. If one person digs 30 meters a day, the machine digs 300 meters a day. You can't say the person operating the machine is impatient just because they dig 300 meters."
Roger's progress was very fast. In the eyes of others, Roger always seemed impatient, but Roger rarely did things outside his capabilities, unless it was absolutely necessary.
Roger had his own sense of balance. Under the gaze of his 'crisis premonition,' everything was within his control.
Except for the Path of Immortality, which would begin after the initial completion of the time plague... but that was necessary to ascend the ladder of Eternal Life, so there was no other way.
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Unlike observing historical events in Germany across different periods, the process wasn't very smooth when they were observing Grindelwald.
Although Germany was once within Grindelwald's sphere of influence, his power core was actually in Austria, his neighbor and the hometown of the little mustache.
Grindelwald's visits here were basically business trips, and he would disappear with Apparition at any moment.
The Time Phantom Shuttle Spell, however, required a fixed area for backtracking. This resulted in them just observing Grindelwald when he vanished, leaving no trace of where he went.
"Go to Austria?"
"Forget it." Roger waved his hand.
Roger had some interest in digging into things that had already vanished into the river of history.
But Grindelwald? Roger wasn't going to push it.
Wasn't he still alive? If there was anything he was curious about, he could just ask him in person later.
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