Wizardpunk, Ascension of Flesh?

In alchemy, creating magical items required all kinds of magical materials.

There were generally three types of things that could be called magical materials.

The first was items obtained from magical creatures, such as dragon nerve and unicorn tail hair.

The second was magical plants like Sleekeazy's.

The third was objects such as incense ash, grave soil, and rain dew, which had been endowed with special mystical properties by the subconscious beliefs of all living beings.

But there was another kind of magical material, one that was avoided in most discussions, yet was quite useful and commonly used in ancient times.

...Humans!

Muggles and wizards alike had, during the era of Ancient Magic, been used as magical materials, readily available in the laboratories of powerful wizards.

As creatures capable of disturbing magic through thought, humans could naturally become magical materials as well—and high-grade ones at that.

Awakened by Hermione's words, Roger realized that while his talent for ordinary alchemy was mediocre, if he changed his perspective and worked on Human Alchemy, his talent would instantly go through the roof! Muggle society had always conducted research into biological computers. Roger believed he could completely draw upon their ideas, layer them with his own magic, use his own body as refining material, perform alchemy within his body, and ultimately create a wetware biological computer tailored to his needs! If this thing truly worked, he would not even need to undergo the extremely risky magical modification of his brain. He could simply create an external brain, just like in A Certain Magical Index.

Of course, the Undetectable Extension Charm was still necessary. Once this alchemical wetware was made, it probably would not be small, much like the earliest computers in Muggle society.

He had none of the wireless connection technology seen in A Certain Magical Index, so he could only keep it close to his body and connect it by wire.

If he wanted to carry it with him, he naturally needed some specially made Space Magic items.

This technology was no less significant to Roger than the longevity technology involving bodily Transfiguration modifications that he was still developing.

Not only could it enhance Roger's abilities, it would also be extraordinarily meaningful to his future path toward eternal life.

Roger had never believed that such a difficult path as eternal life could be traversed by one person alone.

Outsourcing the longevity paths he had no immediate use for to Hagrid, and once asking Harry whether he was interested in researching longevity—these had merely been Roger's rehearsals for his future path.

If one day Roger's power could crush everything and he could defeat the entire world by himself,

then Roger would bring about an earth-shattering transformation without hesitation!

He would make everyone a supremely gifted genius, make the world's resources immensely abundant, give everyone the ability and material conditions to pursue truth, and then...

There was no need for anything after that.

Just as Roger had once said to Minerva McGonagall.

"I only need to plant a few ideas upstream of the timeline, then harvest them downstream. Naturally, that will be enough."

There was no need for further action. Roger only needed to watch human civilization keep advancing under the drive of desire, silently pick the fruits from behind, and amid the brilliant river of stars, shepherd civilizations and harvest civilizations.

Time stood on the side of those who lived forever.

"Harry, Harry?"

"Are you all right?" Oliver Wood stepped forward and asked with concern.

As captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team, he was extremely satisfied with Harry Potter, the boy Professor McGonagall had brought in.

He had never seen such a gifted Seeker.

Oliver Wood was certain that as long as Harry did not run into trouble, Gryffindor would definitely win this Quidditch tournament!

There was no other possibility!

After witnessing Harry's outrageous athletic ability, the team's other two Beaters and three Chasers had even suggested changing the team's previous tactics and building an entirely new strategy centered around Harry.

Everyone had been fired up, their sights set squarely on the championship.

But then something unexpected happened.

For some reason, Harry had been absent-minded throughout training these past two days. He looked dazed, and just now, a Quaffle had grazed his body and knocked him off balance, nearly making him fall from his broom.

"I..." Feeling the concern around him, Harry knew that as a member of the team, he should not bring his personal emotions into it.

But if emotions were so easy to control, the world would not be the way it was.

"Sorry. Something happened recently. I'll adjust my mindset as soon as possible over the next couple of days. I won't delay the November match," Harry apologized to everyone who was concerned about him.

At that moment, he realized that he had to change.

Harry had not done much since enrolling at Hogwarts.

He learned magic, played all sorts of games with Ron, explored the magical castle of Hogwarts, gathered information about his parents, wanting to know them better, and attended Quidditch practice.

The problem had arisen during his exploration of Hogwarts Castle. In an abandoned old classroom, he had discovered a mirror.

In that mirror, he saw... his father and mother!

Harry found it difficult to describe the feeling. It was not merely a reflection. When he looked at them, it felt as though they were truly beside him, and the warmth of being loved surged through his heart.

He became immersed in it.

Unable to pull himself free.

Rubbing his shoulder, where a bruise had formed from the Quaffle's impact, Harry did not heal it. Instead, he let the pain constantly remind him that there seemed to be something wrong with his mind right now.

Captain Wood and the others were still waiting for him.

For the first time in his life, Harry had become someone so trusted and relied upon by others—not because of the inexplicable empty title of The Boy Who Lived, but because they genuinely trusted him.

How could he allow himself to betray such precious trust!

So...

"Roger, save me!"

"Hm?" Roger calmly shifted his gaze toward his knocking door.

At this hour, all the day's classes had ended. Halloween was only a few days away, and the other students were outside playing and preparing for the coming holiday.

Ever since Hermione had enlightened him with a single sentence a few days ago, Roger had been conducting Human Alchemy research without stopping, even after returning to his dormitory.

Recognizing Harry's voice outside, Roger Virgil tapped his wand against his left arm, which was emitting a dazzling blue glow and seemed to contain some monster writhing beneath the skin, pausing his Human Alchemy experiment.

Once Roger had returned to an ordinary appearance, he opened the dormitory door.

The moment he entered, as though afraid he would regret it the next second, Harry poured out his experiences to Roger in a rapid rush.

The instant Roger heard that Harry had seen his parents in the mirror, he knew what Harry had encountered.

The Mirror of Erised, which reflected one's desires...

After thinking for a moment, Roger, who was somewhat interested in the thing himself, said, "It isn't a big problem. I'll go with you and take a look."