The broom flew at breakneck speed.
Following the guidance of the magic cursor, as if guided by magic, Anton quickly arrived at the island of Pedro the Fairy.
"Will you come in with me?" Anton, knowing the old wizard was too proud to meet acquaintances as a ghost, asked with a playful air.
Turning around, he saw the old wizard had disappeared.
Hey.
Anton, unconcerned, lowered the broom and descended.
His left hand, tightly gripping his wand within his wizard robes, he knocked on the fairy's door again.
It wasn't long before steady, clean footsteps approached. The sound of a bolt opening accompanied by the snap of a chain, and the door slowly swung open.
A delicate little face appeared behind the door.
It was the same little girl, Anna Rosier.
She wore an intricately embroidered royal blue Victorian dress, but she wore a brown dragon-skin apron covered in oil stains.
The proud little swan nodded politely, "Mr. Rosier is here," and turned to leave. Anton vaguely caught the little girl secretly rolling her eyes.
"Hehe." This person really holds a grudge. It's just because he didn't announce his name. Anton followed him inside.
The goblin's hut looked small from the outside, but the space inside was vast, clearly due to the illegal use of the Undetectable Extension Charm.
At the front was a seemingly ordinary living room. Following Anna inside, a winding path led to a laboratory filled with all sorts of bizarre instruments.
Lupin lay on a wooden bed, resembling a Muggle hospital bed. A heavy instrument hung from the goblin's head, extending to his eyes with something like a telescope.
Lupin was still pale, clearly awake, and he immediately noticed Anton.
Pedro the goblin stared at his chest, mumbling something.
Hearing the noise, he looked up and put the instrument down.
"Little wizard, there's some trouble."
Anton shook his head in disbelief. "Don't lie to me. My teacher is a master of the Cruciatus Curse. Normally, a wizard struck by it for a short period of time would only need a few days to recover."
Pedro sneered. "A Cruciatus Curse Master..."
"Of course, of course. His Cruciatus Curse is incredibly powerful." Pedro pulled out another cigar and beckoned Anton to follow him.
Passing by a neighboring workshop, they saw a strange machine filled with gears, a full eight meters tall. Anna, a thin figure, stood atop a stand, laboriously tightening a screw with a large wrench.
The scene was particularly amusing: the meticulous, expressionless little girl, the proportions of a mouse and an elephant.
"Anna, take a break," Pedro called out.
Anna simply nodded and continued to laboriously lift the wrench.
"A large-scale time-twister. I'm the only one in the world who possesses this skill." Pedro waved his cigar-holding hand with a casual, nonchalant air.
Anton nodded silently, saying nothing.
He wasn't interested in this gadget.
Time-turners were a favorite feature of Harry Potter fan fiction, and he was familiar with them.
However, no matter which book he read, one truth was clear: in the wizarding world, time-turners couldn't change anything.
Wizards could only look forward. Going back wasn't completely useless, but it was better than nothing.
After passing through several mysterious-looking rooms, they finally arrived at a room with a massive table.
A pile of sand sat atop it.
"I often have many patients here, and I explain their conditions to their families here." Pedro extended a thick finger and gently tapped the table.
A Lupin-like model rose from the sand.
Excellent, this was magic.
Anton observed Pedro's gestures curiously, hoping to learn the same trick himself.
"Hey, you're just like your teacher. You always want to learn everything you see," Pedro said, clearly noticing Anton's look, his tone tinged with sarcasm.
Anton didn't seem to mind, his eyes sparkling as he stared at the Lupin model in the sand, exclaiming in admiration, "It moves!"
The sand Lupin suddenly struggled, his body expanding, his height steadily increasing, and he eventually transformed into a werewolf.
"Your teacher has a very foolish theory," Pedro said, clearly disliking the old wizard.
"He thinks werewolves are the only magical animagus humans can transform into."
Anton nodded. "It's said that animagus can only transform into non-magical animals, and the teacher thinks werewolves are the only magical creatures humans can transform into."
"That's just because he's ignorant," Pedro said with a sullen look.
"If that's what he said, are blood-cursed orcs considered magical animagus?"
Coincidentally, Anton had actually encountered a blood-cursed orc a few days ago, Nagini.
Nagini was originally human, but inherited a blood curse from her mother. This curse transforms people into snakes, but eventually they lose their human form and memories, becoming fixed in their snake form.
"Too much. This world is more than what he sees." Pedro exhaled a puff of smoke and suddenly looked intently at Anton. "Little wizard, I asked you to give your teacher the potion. Did you do it?"
Anton pursed his lips, looking embarrassed. "He's a very powerful wizard. I'm looking for an opportunity."
Pedro looked at him steadily and chuckled. "No matter what the difficulties, you need to do it. No one can resist the 'Unbreakable Vow' spell. Even the price Dumbledore paid was terribly high."
"You feed it to your teacher, and I'll cure your uncle. We'll each do our own thing. The spell will ensure that everything is in accordance with the agreement."
That's right.
"Okay, I fed it to the teacher," Anton said with a grin.
"Impossible!" Pedro looked incredulous.
"Given his understanding of potions, it's hard to find an opportunity. It's only been a few days!"
At that moment, a headless figure emerged from the sand on the table, its head resting on its left hand. It smiled at Pedro, "I can vouch for him that he did feed it."
The old wizard's expression was complex as he stared at Pedro. "My dear teacher."
Pedro was clearly startled. Seeing the old wizard's face, he stepped back in panic. A long sword, seemingly made from a dragon's rib, appeared in his hand.
The inscription on the sword glowed like a magic spell.
"Are you afraid of me, my teacher?" The old wizard laughed.
Pedro swallowed, and the long knife in his hand disappeared. He looked at him in astonishment, then glanced at Anton.
"You..."
"You actually killed him and cut off his head?"
He was familiar with creatures like ghosts, but this was outrageous. The old wizard was in such a state that it was obvious that he had died by having his head chopped off!
This young wizard did it?
Anton was also stunned and looked at the old wizard and Pedro, "Teacher?"