The moon holds a special significance in magic and the cycle of life and death, representing the cycle of life and death in the West and eternal immortality in the East.
Since ancient times, countless intelligent beings have harbored various complex emotions towards the moon.
And it is precisely this kind of power that Snape wishes to harness.
He wants to configure his potions like the Animagus Transfiguration, incorporating more ritualistic elements to enhance the potion's power, ultimately completing his own Elixir of Life.
"Professor Snape, you must have heard that Nicolas Flamel will be teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts this year. I think you'd gain a lot from a deep discussion with him," Roger said sincerely.
Snape's Dream Shadow remained in its usual expressionless, vacant state, but Roger could sense him frowning.
"But his path is Alchemy, which is different from my Potions..."
Sensing Snape's hesitation, Roger shook his head. "Although your paths differ greatly in technical details, your theoretical directions have many similarities."
"Nicolas Flamel's creation of the Philosopher's Stone likely involved many rituals related to the legend of the Philosopher's Stone as well, for assistance."
"Your Elixir of Life seeks to borrow power from legends like Chang'e flying to the moon. Many of the technical difficulties within that are answered by Nicolas Flamel."
"Of course," Roger paused here.
"If you're not interested in directly obtaining answers from others and want to forge your own path, to be a 'founding ancestor,' that's another matter entirely."
As the saying goes, mastery in one area leads to mastery in all.
As long as you travel far enough on the path of the extraordinary, you'll discover that no matter the system, everyone begins to "become more alike."
This is a very common phenomenon. Regardless of how one starts, everyone eventually embarks on a path of consuming oneself, consuming heaven and earth, and consuming all beings, with the goal of achieving omniscience and omnipotence.
Naturally, they will become more alike.
Whether it's Alchemy or Potions, or even Roger's current Three-Dimensional Law, they are all like this, without exception.
It's merely a matter of who has the more brutal methods, who is more refined, who has a higher starting point, and thus more possibilities.
Stripping away all superficialities, the fundamental comparison ultimately comes down to who has a deeper understanding of everything external.
The debate about the superiority of magic versus technology is similar. In Roger's eyes, it's utterly baffling. Everyone is following a convergent path; the only distinction is whether the path can be completed, not whether it's good or bad.
It's simply about who is walking that path and how they are walking it.
Leaving Snape deep in thought, Roger walked over to Dumbledore.
Before, with the start of the school year approaching, Dumbledore had been very busy with many daytime affairs, so their conversations had been brief. Now that they had time, they could naturally discuss things in detail.
"Headmaster Dumbledore, do you need me to brief the Board of Governors?"
When Roger speaks with others, in most cases, he first addresses the problems others are facing and asks if they need his help.
"No need. I will handle this myself." Dumbledore knew that with the advent of Virtual Reality, a group led by the Board of Governors, consisting of pure-blood families, had seen a glimmer of hope for the wizarding society.
Therefore, Roger held considerable sway with the Board of Governors.
If Roger were to inform them, the matters he wished to handle might indeed save a lot of time.
But Dumbledore did not want that.
What is friendship?
You help me, I help you, and through this back-and-forth, a relationship of mutual trust is built. This is the most basic form of friendship.
Roger's previous interaction with the Board of Governors had made them quite attentive to him. For this reason, they had specially created a department for him, not high-ranking but with immense power, pushing him into politics.
This was completely different from the path Dumbledore envisioned for Roger. He did not want Roger to get involved in those dirty political games.
Although the members of the Board of Governors bore the names of pure-bloods, they had been immersed in the arena of power for so long that they had forgotten what a true wizard was.
It was no wonder they were in decline.
In Dumbledore's eyes, these people were corrupting Roger. How could he possibly allow those individuals to have more contact with Roger and let the situation slide in a worse direction?
He would rather make more trips himself and deal with the Board of Governors, rather than have Roger interfere.
"Let's talk about what happened last time. Many things were inconvenient to discuss in letters. What exactly is going on with the German Ministry of Magic?"
Setting aside his own affairs, Dumbledore began to review matters with Roger.
"It's nothing much. I merely revealed a bit of my life's form of existence to their minister. Judging by his subsequent actions, he might have developed some intentions, that's all."
Seeing Dumbledore's confused and worried expression, Roger roughly explained his actions there.
"As long as he isn't an enemy to us, let him think whatever he wants. If there are benefits, we'll accept them and repay him accordingly in the future with his help."
Watching Roger's nonchalant attitude, Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief.
In fact, as a world-class wizard who had weathered many storms, Dumbledore didn't consider the ordinary Ministry of Magic of a country to be important. He had declined the British Ministry of Magic's repeated invitations to become Minister.
What Dumbledore truly worried about was Roger being completely corrupted by those people on the Board of Governors, becoming addicted to the game of power and self-congratulatory over the benefits gained from a small scheme.
That would deviate from the path of a powerful wizard in Dumbledore's eyes.
Fortunately, all his worries were unfounded.
Roger was still the same Roger.
Once this was confirmed, the rest were minor issues.
After finishing his conversation with Dumbledore, Roger moved to Professor McGonagall's side.
Professor McGonagall didn't have anything she wanted to ask, she was just a little concerned about how Roger had been doing during his two months away.
Whether he had encountered any difficulties.
But this was something Professor McGonagall worried about for nothing. Roger had always been the one to cause trouble for others; it was rare for anyone else to cause trouble for Roger.
"Then I can rest assured," Professor McGonagall said with a smile after Roger shared many interesting stories from his travels.
Initially, Roger had been a lifeline for her own fantastical idea, but as time passed, Professor McGonagall had gradually let go of that idea.
In Roger, she saw the courage to pursue something even when it seemed impossible, which made her feel a bit ashamed. She had chosen to place such a burden on an 11-year-old child simply because she missed her family.
This was not like her at all.
Surely, what she truly desired should be fought for with her own hands!
After a self-deprecating laugh, before the end of the first semester of their first year, Professor McGonagall purely regarded Roger as her successor and nothing more.
"Roger!"
Just as Roger finished his conversation with McGonagall, Hagrid also finished his well-wishes with Harry and approached Roger.
"I have a great idea to share with you!" Having spent a lot of time with Roger, Hagrid had also shown his straightforward nature.
He was someone who couldn't keep things to himself. Human society was a bit complicated compared to giants, and he had never quite gotten used to it; he felt much more comfortable with Roger.
No need to consider all those complicated twists and turns.
"Oh?" Roger put on an expression of rapt attention, but inwardly, he felt a slight sense of caution.
Because in the past, whenever Hagrid said, "I have a great idea," it usually ended in some kind of mishap.
Like the Fear Demon, the budget green-skin, and various other minor incidents.
Roger genuinely felt that Hagrid might actually possess some astounding wisdom! And Hagrid indeed did not disappoint Roger; his first words made Roger freeze: "Roger, your Conceptual Creation requires quite a bit of 'thought' to achieve, right?"
"Yes, why?"
"Nothing, I just wanted to remind you that besides humans and humanoid creatures like goblins and centaurs, there are many other... intelligent beings in this world."
...What?!
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