The goblin Pedro is a famous doctor in the chaotic land of wandering wizards.
He is also a wise man who masters all kinds of exquisite goblin magic machinery and large time converters.
However, when it comes to research on potions, treatments, and even the human soul, he is obviously a long way behind the old wizard.
The most obvious example is that Anton was allowed to live in the goblin's house.
Go up the crooked stairs, open the door, and the second floor is a forest full of the fragrance of soil.
Looking up, there is a vast sky and a drizzle.
Looking into the distance, the edge of the forest cannot be seen.
Only when you look back, there is a stone archway.
Anna Rosier walked out of the archway, as if walking through a transparent water wave.
Seeing Anton's interest, she explained, "The teleportation gate, fairy magic, is much cleaner than the Floo powder on the fireplace."
Then, she turned left and headed for the stone path. "I'll take you to where we're staying."
The little girl had clearly received excellent physical training, and her steps were graceful. Interestingly, no matter how she walked, she never looked at the ground, her eyes level, her head seemingly motionless.
Just watching Anton felt tired.
The path meandered for a while before opening up. Vines climbed through the brush to form a low wall, leaving a small open space in the middle.
Here stood three tall oak trees, each with a small cabin built at the fork. A set of custom-made wooden steps wound around the trunks to the ground.
Anna pointed to the treehouse on the left. "The one with the wind chime on the window is mine. You can choose one of the other two."
She then instructed, "Put laundry in the tub by the back door, and the house-elves will take it. Every mealtime, they'll put it on the table by the window, so it's best not to put anything else on it."
Anton was stunned. "House-elves here?"
He hadn't seen any since he arrived.
Anna smiled faintly, "A good house-elf is one who hides their presence."
Anna didn't show much enthusiasm for his arrival, following the proper etiquette. After introducing herself, she turned her proud head and walked away.
Anton didn't mind. Although he had the body of a child and looked about the same age as her, he was essentially a twenty-something adult, and he had no interest in chatting with a brat. He randomly chose the oak treehouse on the right and ascended the stairs. He pushed open the door, and the cabin was as large as it looked: a soft-looking bed, a desk, a wardrobe, and a small round table by the window.
It wasn't big, but it was clean.
So, this was where he'd be staying for the time being.
He'd just chatted with Lupin for a few minutes, and the poor kid had dozed off again, and Pedro was helpless.
The old wizard said there were potions that could alleviate the pain, but he'd have to search through the long list in his memory.
So, he was free.
Anton had many dreams as a child, but after becoming a social worker, he only had one left: a good night's sleep.
In this world rife with danger, he'd somehow developed a restless habit.
With nothing else to do, he simply headed to the forest, followed the path to the stone gate, and then to the other side.
There was nothing here, just trees.
Perfect for practicing spells.
"Remove Soul!" He waved his wand, and a translucent, faintly blue light flashed, striking the trees.
The magic power consumed was minimal, so it was clear the spell hadn't been fully cast.
But it was enough for him to practice again and again.
He had to make this spell a reflex, not some Cruciatus Curse.
"Transfer Soul!"
"Transfer Soul!"
"Transfer Soul!"
They say the meaning of a book becomes apparent after a hundred repetitions. As Anton cast the spell over and over again, he vaguely sensed a glimmer of something.
But he couldn't fathom what it was.
His mind was filled with the intense emotion of resistance required by the spell, and he could only think of repeating the operation over and over again.
It was a profound contradiction.
If he wanted to study the spell properly, he needed to maintain his composure, but casting it required an intense, almost overwhelming emotion.
"What spell is this?"
A voice suddenly called from behind him, startling Anton so much that he almost fired it in the direction of the voice.
Anton turned to see the little girl, Anna.
Anna looked at him in confusion. "Although I can't cast a spell yet, I've memorized every spell in the Complete Spells Collection. I haven't heard of this one!"
Anton raised an eyebrow. "Maybe I've missed it."
"Impossible!" her expression was firm. "The Rosier family has a long and stoic magical heritage. It's impossible for them to have missed something."
"Oh? What are they?" Anton piqued.
"My favorite spell is the Patronus. I'm looking forward to having a Patronus to accompany me when I can cast magic," Anna said calmly.
Anton looked her up and down and shook his head. "This spell requires happy memories."
The little girl was a stereotype of an elegant lady, showing almost no emotion. Even when unhappy, she would just roll her eyes. She was as stiff as a piece of delicate wood.
He was puzzled as to how such a magical family could produce such a wooden person. It wasn't that it was bad; if she were truly aristocratic, it would be fine, but wizards need to be very emotionally present. This kind of training wouldn't be suitable for a career in wizardry.
Anna, unaware of his state of mind, raised her head proudly. "Of course I have happy memories," she tilted her head. "My mother's Animagus was a rabbit. She loved me very much, and I loved her too. Perhaps my Patronus is a rabbit."
Haha, as long as you're happy.
Anton curled his lips, not wanting to mind other people's business, and decided to continue practicing.
"I've already answered your question, but you haven't answered mine," Anna asked again, her brows furrowed slightly, indicating her anger.
"..."
Anton shook his wand, "This is a dark magic used to dislocate souls."
"Dark magic? No wonder," Anna suddenly realized. "The Complete Book of Spells my mother left me doesn't even mention any Dark magic."
That couldn't be right, right?
The Rosier family was a renowned family of Dark wizards.
Anton expressed confusion. "No one in your family knows Dark magic?"
Anna shook her head. "My mother doesn't. After she married into the Rosier family, someone offered to teach her. Although she resisted, she was willing to give it a try."
"My aunt was also studying, and then something bad happened."
Anton suddenly remembered the old wizard's witch lover, who had gone mad from studying Dark magic and exploded into pieces.
"My aunt went crazy."
Anton fell silent. Was the price of learning Dark magic so high that even a pureblood family like this couldn't escape its consequences?
Anna sighed. "It happened because my uncle had taken another woman and brought home a child. My aunt couldn't handle it, so she flew up on her broomstick, jumped off, and died in front of my uncle."
"..." Anton's mouth twitched.
"My mother thought learning black magic was unlucky, so she never touched it again."
Xiu'er~