In the lobby, Anton stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking at the elephant-eating vines covering the third floor of his house at No. 11 Grimmauld Place.
In the far corner, Pedro dragged a single sofa over, sunk deep into it, and lit another cigar.
Carrying everything in the past on his back, the shouts that filtered through the long river of time, all the memories, emotions, and wills weighed heavily on his heart, so heavy that it made him crazy and collapse.
Only tobacco and alcohol can numb his mind.
For humans, a cigar smokes nothing but the lungs, but for a fairy creature like him, everything is just right.
As long as he traveled back to the Age of Discovery and plundered a large cargo ship full of cigars that was about to sink into the ocean, it would be enough for him to use for a long time.
He slowly exhaled a puff of smoke and smiled sadly.
"I'm a coward. During the final battle between wizards and goblins, I hid under the bookshelf to avoid the war, and that's how I survived."
Pedro pursed his lips, his nose twitched, he squinted his eyes and shook his head, as if he was suppressing some emotion.
"I am a failed goblin, and I have been all my life. Everything I have done has been terrible."
"The witch Nerida Volkanova viciously cursed me to become a human, and I stopped using her life-extending potion."
"I regret."
"I went back and killed myself, married her, gave birth to Nagini, and recruited a lot of human apprentices, intending to pass on the wisdom of our couple."
"I was so proud at that time."
Pedro spread out his hand holding the cigar, his face full of self-mockery and not the slightest bit proud.
"Behold, the great goblin sage, the great 'collector and traveler of time and memory', Pedro, has accomplished a great feat that changed history."
"This is simply the most amazing time magic!"
"Ha~"
He sneered, stuffed the cigar into his mouth tremblingly, took a deep breath, raised his head, and blinked hard to prevent the moisture from dripping from his eyes.
Slowly blowing out the smoke, silent.
He just raised his head and said, "Everything is terrible. Magic will backfire. You humans call the backlash of magic black magic corroding the soul. We goblins call this magic phenomenon 'magic loop'. You don't need to use this term."
Understand, it’s not important.”
Pedro raised his head and stared at Anton, "In the field of time magic, it is called 'correction of time!"
"After the time correction, I turned back into an elf and lost the memory of that period. My wife died, our daughter Nagini became a blood-cursed orc, and my students also lost their memories!"
"Quack, quack, quack..." "Quack, quack, quack..."
He laughed so hard that he couldn't stand up straight. He stretched out two fingers and said happily, "I did such a stupid thing twice, haha, twice!"
"For the sake of my wife, I cast it once!"
"For the sake of my daughter, I used it again!"
"Haha, that's ridiculous, I made everything worse!"
"That damn Rozier, he married my daughter, he wanted to save my daughter, and he became my damn good friend!"
"It's all because of him that I used it again!" "Xuet!"
Pedro cursed and threw away the cigar in his hand, crushed the cigarette butt with his shoe angrily, then walked slowly to the room just now, carrying a bottle of liquor.
He opened it vigorously and poured a glass for Anton, but he drank directly from the bottle.
Tons tons tons.
"I'm telling you, it's hilarious, you know?"
"I was proud again that time, haha, you are so great, Pedro, you are so awesome, I thought so at the time." Pedro looked at Anton with red eyes, "Haha, you are awesome."
He sniffed hard, "But the time has been fucking corrected again!"
"My fairy clan,
Haha, the history I carry is like a joke, and there is no hope of resurrection!"
Anton was stunned for a moment and looked at him doubtfully, "Why is there suddenly no hope?"
"Yes!" Pedro took a sip of wine, staggered back to the sofa, threw his body hard into the sofa, and muttered, "Why did it happen so suddenly? There is no hope."
"Tom Riddle should have died, Gellert Grindelwald should have died
Those who should have died, Albus Dumbledore should have died, Nico Flamel should have died, Severus Snape should have died..."
Pedro's voice became a little hoarse, and he raised his head and glanced at Anton, "Just like that, it was very sudden, right? They were supposed to be dead, but now they are all alive. Their timeline was supposed to be dim."
, they should all be dead, and now they are all so brightly lit!"
His voice was full of grievances, "It's been hundreds of years. I've been waiting for hundreds of years. I've finally watched the wizarding world become weaker and weaker each generation. It's almost destroyed by ordinary humans, and it's almost declining."
"I don't have the ambition to deal with wizards. I just hope to take this opportunity to resurrect the goblin tribe and let them join forces with the declining wizards..."
"Let them take this opportunity to accept the goblins to return, that's all."
Tons tons tons...
Pedro smiled sarcastically, "Time magic corrected everything, and they slapped me one after another!"
"I'm desperate."
"That's why I ran over to you during the magic moment of time this Christmas, asking you to complete the human Animagus of the goblins, so as to at least leave a possibility for the goblins."
"Everything is so bad anyway, I have nothing more to hope for, so that's it."
Anton looked at Pedro silently, picked up the wine glass from the table and took a sip. The spicy taste hit his stomach warmly.
He found a sofa and sat down, stared at Pedro's figure, and said softly, "Magic is not a simple relationship between casting and backlash, Pedro."
"Black magic affects wizards, and wizards also affect black magic. It is indeed a 'magic loop'. It is not a simple inversion, but a state of continuous cyclic evolution."
"I don't know how you time travelers view the future, but for me, everything I see is constantly changing. It is not definite!"
"Time has no definite character, destiny has no definite character, and there is no definite character in the world!"
"The possibilities are endless!"
Pedro raised his head and looked at Anton blankly, "Infinite...possibilities..."
"Yes." Anton smiled slightly, "Magic is the power of the soul. When the soul accepts the established trajectory, it will move towards that trajectory. But if you are unwilling to accept that trajectory, as long as you burst out the power of the soul, it will