Chapter 699 Time Magic

In the lobby, Anton stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking at the eclipse vines that covered the third floor of his house at 11 Grimmauld Place.

In the far corner, Pedro dragged a single sofa over, sank into it, and lit another cigar.

Carrying all the past on his body, the shouts that came through the long river of time, all memories, emotions, and wills were so heavily pressed on his heart, it was so heavy that it made people crazy to collapse.

Only alcohol and tobacco can paralyze his mind.

For human beings, the smoke from a cigar is not enough for the lungs, but for a goblin creature like him, everything is just right.

As long as he traveled back to the age of great voyages and searched for 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 exhaled a mouthful of smoke slowly, and smiled wistfully.

"I'm a coward. In the final decisive battle between wizards and goblins, I just hid under the bookshelf and avoided the war. Only then did I survive."

Pedro pursed his lips, his nose twitched, his eyes squinted and he shook his head, as if holding back some emotion.

"I'm a failed goblin, all my life, and everything I've done sucks."

"Witch Nerida Volkanova viciously cursed me into a human being, and I forfeited her life-extending potion."

"I regret."

"I went back and killed myself, married her, gave birth to Nagini, and took a lot of human apprentices, intending to pass on the wisdom of our husband and wife."

"I was so proud then."

Pedro spread his hand holding the cigar, his face was full of self-mockery, and he was not half-smug.

"Behold, the great goblin wise man, the great 'collector and traveler of time and memory', Pedro, has accomplished a great feat of changing 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 down.

Slowly exhale the smoke, silent.

He just raised his head like this, "Everything is terrible. Magic will backfire. You humans call the backlash of magic the black magic that erodes the soul. We goblins call this magical phenomenon 'magic loop'. You don't need to say that. Understand, it doesn't matter."

Pedro raised his head and stared at Anton, "In the field of time magic, it's called 'time correction'!"

"The time is corrected, I turned back into a goblin, and lost the memory of that time, my wife died, our daughter Nagini became a blood-cursed orc, and my students also lost their memories!"

"Quack quack quack..."

"Quack quack..."

He laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten his waist, he stretched out two fingers vigorously, and said happily, "I did such a stupid thing twice, haha, twice!"

"For my wife, I cast it once!"

"For my daughter, I cast it again!"

"Haha, that's ridiculous, I'm making everything worse!"

"That nasty Rozier, he married my daughter, he wants to save my daughter, and he has become my fucking best friend!"

"It's all because of him that I did it again!"

"Shet!"

Pedro threw away the cigar in his hand cursingly, crushed the cigarette butt with his shoe angrily, then walked to the room just now, and walked over with a bottle of spirits.

He opened it vigorously and poured Anton a glass, but he drank directly from the bottle.

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"Let me tell you, it's too funny, you know?"

"I was so proud that time again, haha, it's great, Pedro, you're amazing, I thought so at the time." Pedro looked at Anton with red eyes, "haha, amazing."

He sniffled vigorously, "But the time is fucking correct again!"

"My goblin family, haha, the history I carry is like a joke, and there is no hope of resurrection!"

Anton froze for a moment, and looked at him suspiciously, "Why is there no hope all of a sudden?"

"Yeah!" Pedro took a sip of wine, staggered back to the sofa, slammed his body into the sofa, and muttered, "Why is it so sudden, there is no hope."

"Tom Riddle was supposed to be dead, Gellert Grindelwald was supposed to be dead, Albus Dumbledore was supposed to be dead, Nicole Flamel was supposed to be dead, Severor Snape should have died..."

Pedro's voice became a little hoarse, and he looked up at Anton, "That's it, it was very sudden, right? They should have died, but now they are all alive, and their timeline should have become dim , they should all be dead, and now they're all so fucking bright!"

His voice was full of grievances, "It's been hundreds of years, I've been waiting for hundreds of years, and I finally watched the wizarding world become weaker and weaker from generation to generation, and it was almost destroyed by ordinary humans, and it was about to decline."

"I don't have the kind of ambition to deal with wizards, I just hope to take this opportunity to revive the goblin race and let them join forces with the declining wizards..."

"Let them take this opportunity to accept the return of the goblin, that's all."

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Pedro smiled mockingly, "Time magic corrected everything, and they slapped me one after another!"

"I'm desperate."

"That's why I ran over to tell you this Christmas, at the time of magic, to let you complete the human Animagus of the goblin, at least leaving a possibility for the goblin."

"Everything is so bad anyway, I can't hope for anything anymore, so be it."

Anton looked at Pedro silently, took a sip from the wine glass from the table, and the spicy taste rushed straight to his stomach.

He found a sofa and sat down, staring 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', not a simple reverse, but a state of continuous cyclical evolution."

"I don't know how you time travelers view the future, but for me, everything I see is constantly changing, and it is not definite!"

"Time is not fixed, fate is not fixed, and the world is not fixed!"

"It has endless possibilities!"

Pedro raised his head and stared blankly at Anton, "Infinite...possibilities..."

"Yes." Anton smiled slightly, "Magic is the power of the mind. When the mind accepts the established track, it will go to that track, but if you don't want to accept that track, as long as you burst out the power of the mind, it will go It’s not going to go on the established trajectory.”

"Make the impossible possible, that's magic!"