Harry Potter: Eternity Wizard

When a charge is ambiguous—when it can be argued either way—the key to the verdict lies in the individual on trial and whether their sentencing would pose a threat to the wizarding community.

On this matter, Dumbledore chose to trust the child—and, by extension, his own judgment and abilities.

As the Wizengamot adjourned, a figure slowly approached Dumbledore.

"Dumbledore, you're about to face some trouble," said an elderly man, clad in the Wizengamot's official robes. He looked almost as old as Dumbledore himself, speaking in a solemn tone.

"Hmm, I'm ready for it," Dumbledore replied, fully aware of what his longtime friend was referring to.

The American Magical Congress wasn't particularly concerned about Roger Virgil's case. Their interests didn't always align with those of the United States; they had simply been watching for an opportunity, trying to take advantage of the situation. In Dumbledore's eyes, they were easy to handle.

The real trouble lay in the Middle East. One of Roger's charges was that he had falsely claimed to be a religious prophet during the war. But… he was a prophet.

In fact, a faction within the Middle Eastern wizarding community genuinely believed he was the prophesied religious figure.

Although wizards seemed detached from the Muggle world, their territorial boundaries still followed Muggle national borders. Every year, a significant number of Muggle-born children experienced magical outbursts and became wizards.

Some pure-blood wizarding families even held noble titles in Muggle nations.

Despite the International Statute of Secrecy, the line between the wizarding and Muggle worlds wasn't as rigid as it seemed.

In a world where most countries were religious states, many wizards were influenced by religion—whether due to Muggle upbringing or wizarding family traditions. Some wizards, aware of the historical witch hunts, viewed the church with hostility.

And in the Middle East, people on both sides of the conflict believed Roger was the prophet. Some wanted to protect him, while others sought to destroy him.

The case was moved to Britain partly because Roger was British and partly because the infighting in the Middle East had reached a deadlock—neither side could convince the other.

Now, the Wizengamot had ruled with a 30:20 vote, declaring Roger Virgil not guilty. He was acquitted on the spot, but the matter was far from over.

The old wizard had known Dumbledore for years. He understood Dumbledore's soft yet stubborn nature—if he had saved Roger, he would protect him to the end.

This meant tensions between the British and Middle Eastern wizarding communities were inevitable.

Seeing Dumbledore's confidence, the old wizard said no more. He simply nodded and walked away.

If Dumbledore was prepared, there was nothing to worry about.

After all, he was the Headmaster of Hogwarts, the cradle of British wizardry; the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot; the Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards; the greatest wizard of the century in Britain!

He believed his old friend could handle any challenge.

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At this moment.

Standing at a busy London intersection, Roger glanced back at the entrance to the Ministry of Magic, disguised as a telephone booth.

He felt an overwhelming sense of unreality.

He had already prepared himself for Azkaban—enduring the torment of Dementors, scraping together any magical knowledge he could from fellow prisoners, lying in wait for seven years until Voldemort's return and the mass prison break of the Death Eaters. That would have been his moment to escape.

…He hadn't read the Harry Potter books. He'd only watched the movies up to Order of the Phoenix—the later ones felt too different in tone, so he never finished them. He had only seen a few clips here and there on short video platforms.

But since Death Eaters appeared later, that meant Voldemort must have issued a "general pardon," right?

Roger wasn't sure. But in life, one had to have hope.

And yet, just when he thought he had no way out—suddenly, a new path appeared.

He was free? Just like that?!

"How does it feel? Do you feel lighter?"

A gentle voice spoke beside him.

Roger turned. At some point, Dumbledore had appeared next to him.

The old wizard was still in his Wizengamot Chief Warlock robes, as if he hadn't had time to change. But the stern authority he had in court was nowhere to be seen. Instead, he looked as warm and kind as a grandfather from next door.

"It's a fascinating feeling—freedom," Roger admitted honestly.

"Professor Dumbledore, words cannot express my gratitude. I will always remember what you have done for me."

Roger looked up at the towering old wizard, who stood just over six feet tall, his expression serious.

If this Dumbledore was truly the one Roger had come to know from the movies, then his intervention made sense. But Roger never took others' help for granted.

He would remember this favor.

Dumbledore merely smiled, lifting a hand to ruffle Roger's silky blonde hair.

"You're only eleven, still just a child. Don't act so serious all the time. You're safe now, you're free. If possible, I hope you can live like any other child. Smile more."

Roger lowered his head, silent.

Live like a child…?

After everything he had been through, he didn't just feel disconnected from childhood—he felt disconnected from normal people altogether.

Seeing Roger's reaction, Dumbledore paused, then withdrew his hand and changed the subject.

"Roger, what are your plans now?"

Just like the old Wizengamot wizard had predicted, Dumbledore wasn't going to abandon Roger now. He wouldn't just pull him out of prison and leave him to fend for himself on the streets.

Britain was peaceful, but not to the extent that a child could roam the streets without worry. Homeless people, illegal immigrants, gangs, rogue wizards, magical creatures—there were too many uncertainties.

"First, I'll try to contact my mother's relatives. My father was an orphan, so my only connections are on my mother's side. Her business was based in Kuwait, but it was destroyed. Between the lost assets and unpaid contracts, the company is likely bankrupt."

"If I inherit anything, it'll be debt. I haven't been in contact with my mother's family for four years. I have no idea how they feel about me now."

Roger spoke matter-of-factly, as if going from a wealthy Roman aristocrat to a penniless nobody was nothing worth dwelling on.

To him, his most valuable asset was the knowledge in his mind.

Knowing the future of this world, he had countless opportunities to make money.

Besides…

"Even if they don't welcome me, they wouldn't ignore my mother's affairs. I brought some money back from Kuwait—not much, but enough for a proper burial."

"As a minor, handling these things isn't easy. I need their help. After my parents' funeral, I'll dedicate myself to one goal."

"And what goal is that?"

Dumbledore watched Roger thoughtfully. It seemed helping this child live like an ordinary boy would be a long and difficult road.

"Confirming whether or not I am a wizard."

"If I am, I will find a way to learn magic."

Yes. Now that he knew this was a magical world, his top priority was studying magic—not wealth.

Dumbledore blinked. "Hmm?"

Seeing his confusion, Roger explained, "You all say I committed various magical crimes, but I'm not entirely sure I can use magic. I'm not even sure I am a wizard."

"From what I learned in prison, most young wizards have brief magical outbursts—not like what I experienced. Apart from sensing danger related to myself, I have no other abilities."

"Sometimes, I wonder… is my 'ability' even magic? I've heard there are other beings with special abilities—ghosts, centaurs, vampires, trolls…"

His expression darkened.

After everything, he understood the importance of power. He knew what he truly desired.

If he had no connection to magic, it would be a devastating blow.

"You think too much," Dumbledore said, shaking his head with a hint of amusement.

"If the Ministry of Magic accused you of magical crimes, they must have had undeniable proof."

He took out a white envelope and placed it in Roger's hands.

Then, he smiled.

"Every child born in Britain and raised here for a time appears on the Hogwarts admission list."

"This is your Hogwarts acceptance letter."

"Roger, without a doubt—you are a wizard!"