After his initial experiments, Roger became certain: the pursuit of life extension through his Microscopic World Transformation Art was a viable path.But he quickly ran into the same ancient obstacle that had once stumped the wizards of old.
The reason the ancients never ventured into microscopic transformation—or harnessed Transformation Art to unleash something as precise as a neutron ray burst—was because Transformation Art is, at its core, rational magic.It demands clarity: the caster must not only understand what they wish to transform the target into, but also possess a perceptual connection to the target itself.
Lack of understanding leads to twisted results—like Ron's infamous attempt to turn a rat into a cup, which resulted in a ceramic with a twitching rat tail.Lack of perception leads to nothing at all.Whether you see the rat or feel it, you must at least know: "I want to turn A into B."You can't just wish B into existence without knowing what A is.That, after all, is the territory of the Summoning Charm—an entirely different branch of Transformation Art.
Thanks to his microscope, Roger could perceive cells and capture their structure, but even that had its limits. The resolution confined his transformations to the cellular level—no deeper.Just like the wizards before him, his precision was capped by the scale of perception.
And then there was the second, more troubling problem.If Roger truly wished to attain longevity, he would need to create a microscopic entity—one that could be controlled by his will and capable of repairing and modifying his body.But leaving aside the challenge of crafting such a substance, the real mystery was:How could he connect his will to something that small?
His studies at Hogwarts had brought him to a new level of magical understanding.Eventually, he developed two possible approaches—one clearly flawed, and the other... maybe workable.
"Well," Roger said to himself, "let's try both."
Harry Potter hadn't expected to encounter Roger again so soon after discussing him with Professor Quirrell.Yet, here they were, just days later.
"Please, help me," Roger said earnestly, without a hint of embarrassment.
To him, asking for help was no sign of weakness.If cooperation solved a problem faster, why hesitate?
Problems create bonds.You help me, I help you. That's how people demonstrate value.As favors accumulate, so do sunk costs—and with them, trust. That's how real relationships are built.Unless, of course, you've got nothing to give and are just using others.But when you're not strong enough to take on the world alone, leveraging relationships is a powerful skill.
The trick lies in discerning who's worth trusting—and who's bound to be a source of endless trouble.
For Roger, a 'seer,' that wasn't a problem.
"Sure," Harry said easily. It wasn't a big deal to him.With that, he led Roger across the castle grounds, toward the shadowy edges of the Forbidden Forest.
They were going to see Hagrid.
Roger could have gone alone, but introductions make everything easier.Especially when you're about to ask for something complicated.
Hagrid, for his part, wasn't bothered at all.In fact, he was delighted—glad to see Harry making new friends.
"...Magical creatures invisible to the naked eye?" the towering half-giant muttered as he bent over Roger's microscope. He grunted, cracking his neck after the awkward angle.
He more or less understood what Roger meant—not creatures made invisible, but those so small they were unseen to begin with.
"Yes," Roger nodded. "And I'm also a bit interested in hybridizing the bloodlines of magical creatures."
His idea was straightforward in theory.
Take the Boggart, for example—a creature that could read fear and transform accordingly.They had once turned into Dementors and nearly made Harry faint.There were magical creatures capable of perceiving thoughts—some empathic, some telepathic.
Now imagine one so small it had no brain, no thoughts of its own, yet could sense a wizard's will... and transform accordingly.
Roger wanted to breed such a creature.A microscopic familiar, bound to thought alone.
But this strayed into the realms of Blood Magic and Magizoology—fields Roger had little training in.It was far removed from his original path of Transformation Art, and in terms of long-term potential, it simply wasn't as promising.
So, while he was willing to experiment, he had no intention of changing his course.
Roger didn't plan to walk the path of Magizoology himself—not seriously, not yet.But he did want to outsource it.Just in case.
If his pursuit of longevity through Transformation Art ultimately failed, this side path might serve as a backup.He didn't want to end up like the old wizard who penned Blood Magic and Transformation Art: Future Era Conjecture—a visionary who, faced with failure late in life, was forced to abandon his life's work and start down a new track with too little time left.The poor man had died of old age halfway through.
Roger, by contrast, always prepared in layers.Plan A. Plan B. And sometimes even a C, D, and E.
As for Hagrid—even if Roger's main path succeeded and this exotic creature project proved unnecessary, he'd still remember the favor.Relationships mattered.Besides, if things went well, cultivating a unique magical creature could bring Hagrid immense recognition. A new species, well-documented and responsibly managed, might even earn him a dedicated section in future Magizoology textbooks.
"This..." Hagrid lowered his head after listening to Roger's explanation, pondering it carefully. Then he straightened up with a grin.
"All right! I'll help you with it!"
He agreed not because Roger was a seer, nor because of Harry's presence, nor because of future promises.Hagrid was a big-hearted man with a simple passion: magical creatures.
And the idea of helping to create a brand-new species—one the world had never seen, maybe even the seed of a whole new order of magical life?
That was just too cool.Cooler than the Philosopher's Stone.Cooler than Norbert the Norwegian Ridgeback.This was, hands down, the coolest thing Hagrid had heard all year.
With that, the visit came to an end.Harry and Roger left Hagrid's hut, both smiling.
Roger's smile was one of satisfaction—he'd secured a critical piece of his contingency plan.Harry's was quieter, content—he was glad to have been part of something that helped a friend.
But then, a sharp gust of wind swept across the grounds.Their school robes flared dramatically.
Roger's expression changed instantly, his smile vanishing like a switch had been flipped.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked, catching the sudden shift in Roger's face—tight, twisted like he'd just bitten into a lemon.
"It's nothing," Roger muttered. "Just... a side effect of a magical experiment."
The truth was, Roger hadn't just been waiting on Hagrid's path to unfold—he was already pursuing the other solution.
He called it Magical Neuron Reconstruction Technology.
It wasn't ready. Not really.His methods were still crude, unstable.
And now his body was paying the price.
To put it plainly, it was as if he'd rewritten his pain receptors. The light brush of fabric from his school uniform felt like wearing a suit made of barbed wire.The cold wind?Torture. Pure and simple.
"Magical experiment?" Harry asked, frowning. He knew Roger was chasing some form of immortality, but the details had always been vague.
"Yes," Roger replied with a strained smile. "I call it Magical Neuron Reconstruction Technology."
Then his smile shifted—mischievous, curious.
"Want to try it?"
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