"Don't worry, my stupid teacher has rich experience in time travel, he won't do anything rash." The old wizard comforted Anton when he saw the corner of his mouth twitch.
Boom!
A wall of the safe house exploded!
The goblin Pedro was ejected outward with a huge explosion, rolled on the ground, and landed next to Anton.
"Damn it, how could I be so strong 38 years ago!" Pedro struggled to get up, blood flowing from his chest and abdomen, "I must have sealed some memory in the past, damn it, I don't even remember his goblin secret method now!"
Bang.
A translucent Aladdin oil lamp rolled quickly and stopped in front of Pedro. Then a lot of smoke came out of the mouth of the oil lamp, and a Pedro in a large robe walked out from it.
He frowned at Pedro lying on the ground. "Damn it! Which time are you from? The past or the future?"
"It doesn't matter."
"You're all so bored. One came yesterday, another the day before yesterday, and five days ago, two from different time periods came at the same time. Don't you know I can only remember 30 years? You've been trying to expand my memory all day long. I need to clear it all out again!"
Just then, Rosier, Nagini, and his students rushed over.
Pedro muttered a curse, his robes trembling, and a large transparent cloth fluttered, covering Pedro, Anton, and the others.
The cloth was so magical that even the old wizard couldn't penetrate it, and was crushed beneath it.
As if they couldn't see Anton and the others, they gathered around them.
Pedro looked at the apprentices with a hint of annoyance. "What are you looking at? Get out!"
He shouted, then turned and glared coldly at Rosier and Nagini. "Damn it!"
"Even though I invented the Blood Curse, I don't want every blood-cursed orc who's been cursed to come to me, right?"
Beneath the cloth, Anton glanced strangely at Pedro in his robes, then at Pedro in his three-piece suit beside him. He'd heard this twice before.
Crucially, the other time, it was Snape who brought Nagini.
It was always Nagini.
Anton even had a strange and absurd thought: could each of the people Pedro was talking about be Nagini from different eras?
"Clear your memory?" the old wizard stared at Pedro, a bit puzzled. "You know how to clear your memory?"
Pedro sneered, glancing at him. "Of course, if you don't want to forget the most important early memories of the goblin community, you have to periodically clear out irrelevant memories. For example, you, my foolish apprentice, Fiennes, I only remember that I hate you, along with some necessary information to deal with you."
He nodded his head. "Now that you've become a ghost, I can safely erase all my memories of you."
"Only remember some information to deal with me?" The old wizard raged, glaring at Pedro fiercely. "So, you mean I'm the only one who remembers all the torture you inflicted on me, while you can continue to live your life without any burden?"
As the two argued, another argument broke out outside the Great Boo.
"You don't even remember me!" Nagini exclaimed in disbelief, her delicate face filled with endless rage.
Rosier, frowning, stood in front of his wife, glaring coldly at the goblin.
"Master Pedro, my wife, Nagini, has a surname of Pedro!"
The goblin was stunned. "Same as mine?"
He chuckled, his face wicked, as if he had heard something amusing. "Pedro is a noble surname among the goblins."
He sneered at Nagini. "Tell me, what fool in my kind would choose to marry a human wizard, our very enemy, and produce such a bastard?"
"Bastard?" Nagini clutched her chest and took a step back, her face pale and dizzy.
Rosier tried to hold her, but she pulled away.
Nagini took two steps forward, staring down at the goblin. Through gritted teeth, she uttered, each word icy, "My last name is not Pedro. It never was, it never will be, and it never will be!"
Then she turned and walked away. Rosier hurried after her, his words unspoken as the carriage soared into the air.
Rosier stayed behind.
He drew out his wand, and a terrifying aura burst out from his whole body, "Pedro, she is your daughter!"
"Hahahaha..." The goblin Pedro felt like he was being laughed at, "Charming babies can be mixed-blood with humans, giants can be mixed-blood with humans, centaurs, werewolves, whatever, can be mixed-blood with humans."
As he spoke, the smile on his face disappeared, and he became cold and stern, "Only we goblins won't do that!"
"You humans have killed our entire race, goblins all over the world. Now, apart from the group of useless slaves you have kept in Gringotts and various factories, I can't even see a few of our kind." "
This is a blood feud!"
A huge goblin golem with purple skin appeared behind him, with five heads and four hands, holding a longbow in his hands, and arrows forged by magic pointed at Rosier.
"Heh~" Rosier gave a cryptic laugh. "She really is your daughter, ridiculous Pedro."
Pedro was stunned. "Impossible."
Pedro inside the cloth was also stunned, with the same expression. "Impossible."
Anton was also stunned. He thought that if someone told him someday that Voldemort was actually the magical child of Dumbledore and Grindelwald, he would believe it.
It was too shocking!
The wizarding world was a hybrid of different intelligent races—that was something he had never imagined.
Your world is so chaotic!
For a moment, his head was full of grass.
Anna was also stunned. She stared at Pedro blankly. "You are my grandfather? Why did you treat my mother like this?"
Pedro looked at Anna and shrank back. "I don't know. I often clear my memory. I don't remember. I don't even remember how I became friends with Rosier."
An endless black fog surged behind Rosier.
The black fog swirled, as if hiding some terrifying creature within, and faint twisted screams could be heard.
Rosier waved his wand and pointed at Pedro, "Listen, I didn't want to come to you, but your wife died because of your blood curse, and now your daughter and granddaughter are being tortured by the blood curse you invented!"
"Today, either you tell me how to lift this curse, or you will be buried at the bottom of the lake in Knockturn Alley."
"Blood curse?" Pedro shook his big head, a little confused, "I don't remember."
He looked at Rosier in astonishment. "I only remember the name of the spell, nothing else! It's unbelievable that I could have forgotten such a powerful spell!"
"I seem to have lost my memory!"
"Hahahaha!" Rosier, clearly furious, swung his wand.
Boom!
The black mist behind him surged, crashing into Pedro.
Pedro flew backwards, and the purple golem behind him was crushed and shattered by the powerful magic.
He plowed a deep trench in the ground, finally coming to a stop beside the lake.
Rosier approached with a grim expression, stepped on Pedro's chest, and pointed his wand at him again. "I'll count to one. If you don't tell me how to break the blood curse, you'll die."
Pedro struggled to his feet. "I really don't remember!"
"Three!"
Pedro's eyes shone with fear. "I can't die. I'm the only one in this world who retains the complete memory of the goblin race. I can't die! If I die, no one will remember the history of the goblins anymore."
"Two!"
Pedro's fingers glowed, and magical power surged.
With two bangs, his entire arm exploded, blood gushing.
"One!"
Pedro screamed in panic and despair. "I really don't remember!"
Rosier frowned. "Really?"
Pedro swallowed. "I really don't remember. My memory is gone."
His remaining left hand grasped Rosier's ankle tightly. "Give me a little time. I'll go back and find the answer. I'll tell you."
The black mist surged, swallowing half of his body.
"Don't kill me, I can't die," Pedro wailed. "I really don't remember. Give me a chance. Aren't you trying to save my wife and child? If you kill me, there's no chance!"
Rosier's cold eyes surveyed him for a long moment, finally withdrawing his foot from his body. "Pedro, you need to understand the true nature of a pure-blood family. I can easily find you. You won't have a chance to escape."
"Three days. I'll be back here in three days. Tell me the answer."
Pedro breathed a sigh of relief. "I will."
With a slight thud, Rosier disappeared.
Pedro struggled to his feet, trudged over to Anton and the others, and lifted the cloth.
He was stunned to see the old wizard, then turned to Pedro in the suit. "This foolish apprentice is dead? Then you must have returned from the future. Tell me, where did my memory of the blood curse go?" Pedro in the suit looked bewildered. "I don't know!"
"???" The two Pedros exchanged bewildered glances.
Finally, Pedro in the big robe covered his shoulders and turned to go back, "You guys hide well, don't let anyone find you, damn it, it must be me who randomly runs around in time, which makes my memory so messed up."
"I don't even know my future self, it's terrible, I can't beat him, I have to find a way to run away."
The old wizard looked at Pedro with a sneer, "I remember this moment, you despicable villain, you took advantage of Olaro's madness to kill everyone, creating the illusion of death, and leaving me to Rozier, and I was almost killed by him at that time."
Pedro in the big robe turned his head suddenly, his eyes widened, "My female apprentice is finally going crazy? Faking death? What a good idea, great!"
He quickly ran towards the safe house, and soon the safe house disappeared from everyone's sight again.
The old wizard looked incredulous. "I was the one who told him this idea?"
"Hahaha." Pedro in the suit pointed at the old wizard. "My foolish apprentice."
The most outrageous hybrid in the wizarding world is human and giant. I still can't understand how Hagrid's father got his mother pregnant.