Your Circle Is Really Messy

"Don't worry. My foolish Teacher has extensive experience traveling through time. He won't mess things up," the Old Wizard said reassuringly when he saw Anton's mouth twitch.

Boom!

One wall of the Safehouse exploded!

Pedro the Goblin shot out amid the massive blast, rolled across the ground, and landed beside Anton.

"Damn it, why was I so strong thirty-eight years ago?!" Pedro struggled to his feet, blood streaming from his chest and abdomen. "I must have sealed away some memories again. Damn it, I can't even remember that Goblin secret technique he used!"

Bang.

A translucent Aladdin's Oil Lamp rolled rapidly to a stop before Pedro. Then, thick smoke poured from its spout, and a Pedro wearing a large robe stepped out.

He frowned at the Pedro on the ground. "Damn it, which version of me are you? From the past or the future?"

"Whatever. It doesn't matter."

"Are you people bored or something? One came yesterday, another came the day before, and five days ago, two from different time periods even came at once. Don't you know I can only remember thirty years' worth of memories? You keep cramming memories into my head all day long. Now I have to clear them out again!"

At that moment, Rosier, Nagini, and his Apprentice all rushed over.

Pedro muttered a curse. His large robe shook, and a huge transparent cloth flew out, covering Pedro, Anton, and the others.

The cloth was incredibly strange. Even the Old Wizard could not see through it, and they were pressed beneath it.

Those people seemed unable to see Anton's group at all and crowded closer.

Pedro looked irritably at the Apprentices. "What are you staring at? Get lost!"

After shouting at them, he turned and glared coldly at Rosier and Nagini. "Damn it!"

"Even if I invented the Blood Curse, that doesn't mean every Blood Curse Orc transformed by it should come looking for me, does it?"

Under the cloth, Anton gave the robed Pedro an odd look, then glanced at the Pedro in the three-piece suit beside him. He had heard those words twice.

The key was that, the other time, Snape had brought Nagini here.

Both times, it was Nagini.

An absurd, bizarre thought even arose in Anton's mind. Could every one Pedro mentioned have been a Nagini from a different time period?

"Clear memories?" The Old Wizard looked puzzled as he stared at Pedro. "You can erase memories too?"

Pedro sneered and glanced at him. "Of course. If I don't want to forget the earliest and most important memories of the Goblin race, I have to periodically clear out all the unimportant ones. Like you, my foolish Apprentice, Fiennes. I only remember that I hate you, along with some necessary information for dealing with you."

He tapped his large head. "Now that you've become a ghost, I can finally erase all memories related to you without worry."

"You only remember information for dealing with me?" The Old Wizard became furious and glared viciously at Pedro. "So all the torture you inflicted on me in the past is remembered only by me, while you can keep living heartlessly without any psychological burden?"

While the two argued, another quarrel began outside the cloth.

"You actually don't remember me?!" Nagini stared in disbelief, boundless fury rising across her delicate face.

Rosier frowned and stood in front of his wife, glaring coldly at the Goblin.

"Master Pedro, my wife, Nagini—her surname is Pedro!"

The Goblin was stunned. "She has the same surname as me?"

He let out a vicious cackling laugh, as though he had heard something amusing. "Pedro is a noble Goblin surname."

He looked mockingly at Nagini. "Tell me, which idiot from my race chose to mate with a human wizard—the enemy who slaughtered our people—and give birth to such a mongrel?"

"Mongrel?" Nagini clutched her chest and staggered back a step, her face pale beyond measure as the world spun around her.

Rosier moved to support her, but she shoved him away.

Nagini stepped forward twice, lowered her head to stare at the Goblin, and ground out icy words through clenched teeth, one word at a time. "My surname is not Pedro. It wasn't in the past, it won't be in the future, and it never will be!"

With that, she turned and left. Rosier hurried after her. No one knew what he said, but the carriage shot into the sky.

Rosier remained behind.

He drew his wand, and a terrifying aura erupted from his entire body. "Pedro, she is your daughter!"

"Ha ha ha..." Pedro the Goblin found that hilarious. "Veela can have mixed-blood children with humans. Giants can have mixed-blood children with humans. Centaurs, Werewolves, anything can."

As he spoke, the smile vanished from his face, replaced by a cold, severe expression. "Only Goblins will not!"

"You humans killed our entire race. Goblins once spread across the world, but now, aside from those useless slaves you keep penned up in Gringotts and various factories, I can barely see any of my kind."

"This is a blood feud!"

A massive Goblin Golem with purple skin appeared behind him. It had five heads and four arms, each holding a longbow, with arrows forged from magic aimed at Rosier.

"Heh." Rosier gave an unreadable smile. "She really is your daughter, you ridiculous Pedro."

Pedro was dumbfounded. "Impossible."

The Pedro beneath the cloth was equally dumbfounded, wearing the exact same expression. "Impossible."

Anton was dumbfounded too. He felt that if someone told him in the future that Voldemort was actually a child Dumbledore and Grindelwald had magically created together, he would believe it.

This was far too world-shattering!

Mixed blood between different intelligent races in the Wizarding World was something he had never even considered.

Your circle really was a mess!

For a moment, his mind was overgrown with weeds.

Anna was dumbfounded as well. She stared blankly at Pedro. "You are my grandfather? Then why did you treat my mother like that?!"

Pedro looked at Anna and shrank his head back. "I don't know either. I erase my memories often, so I don't remember. I don't even remember how I became friends with Rosier."

Endless black mist surged behind Rosier.

The mist churned as though some terrifying creature hid within it, and faint, distorted screams echoed from inside.

Rosier waved his wand at Pedro. "Listen. I never wanted to come looking for you, but your wife has already died because of your Blood Curse. Now your daughter and granddaughter are both suffering from the Blood Curse you invented!"

"Today, either tell me how to lift this curse, or be buried forever at the bottom of Knockturn Alley's lake."

"Blood Curse?" Pedro shook his large head, looking confused. "I don't remember."

He looked at Rosier in astonishment. "I only remember the name of the curse. I don't remember anything else! It's unbelievable—I actually forgot such a powerful curse!"

"My memories seem to be missing!"

"Ha ha ha!" Rosier was evidently furious beyond all limits. He swung his wand.

Boom!

The black mist behind him surged and slammed into Pedro.

Pedro was sent flying backward, and the Purple Goblin Golem behind him was crushed apart by the overwhelming magic.

He plowed a deep trench through the ground before finally stopping beside the lake.

Rosier approached with a grim expression, stepped on Pedro's chest, and aimed his wand at him again. "I'll count to one. If you don't tell me how to lift the Blood Curse, you die."

Pedro struggled to get up. "I really don't remember!"

"Three!"

Fear filled Pedro's eyes. "I can't die. I'm the only one in this world who still retains the complete memories of the Goblin race. I can't die! If I die, no one will remember Goblin history anymore."

"Two!"

Light lit up at Pedro's fingertips as magic surged.

Bang, bang. His entire arm exploded, blood pouring out.

"One!"

Pedro cried out in panic and despair, "I really don't remember!"

Rosier frowned. "You really don't remember?"

Pedro swallowed. "I really don't. My memories are missing."

His remaining left hand tightly grabbed Rosier's ankle. "Give me some time. I'll go back to the past and look for the answer. I'll definitely tell you."

The black mist surged and devoured half his body.

"Don't kill me! I can't die!" Pedro wailed. "I really don't remember! Give me a chance. Don't you want to save the Lady and child? If you kill me, there will be no chance!"

Rosier's icy eyes studied him for a long time before he finally withdrew his foot from Pedro's body. "Pedro, you should understand the foundations of a Pureblood family. It will be easy for me to find you. You won't have any chance to escape."

"Three days. In three days, I'll return here, and you will give me the answer."

Pedro sighed in relief. "I definitely will."

With a soft pop, Rosier vanished.

Pedro struggled to his feet, laboriously walked over to Anton's group, and lifted the large cloth.

He first saw the Old Wizard and froze in surprise, then turned toward the Pedro in the suit. "That foolish Apprentice is dead? Then you must have returned from the future. Quickly, tell me—where did the memories of my Blood Curse go?"

The suited Pedro looked utterly confused. "I don't know either!"

"???" The two Pedros stared at each other.

In the end, the robed Pedro clutched his shoulder and turned to leave. "Hide yourselves well. Don't let anyone find you. Damn it, I must have been recklessly running around through time, making my memories such a mess."

"Even my future self doesn't know. This is bad. I can't beat him, so I need to find a way to run."

The Old Wizard sneered at Pedro. "I remember this moment. You vile little man. You took advantage of Auroro going mad and killing everyone, created the illusion of death, and left me behind for Rosier. He nearly killed me back then."

The robed Pedro abruptly turned around, his eyes widening. "My female Apprentice is finally going to go mad? Fake my death? What a great idea! Brilliant!"

He quickly sprinted toward the Safehouse. Before long, the Safehouse vanished from everyone's sight once more.

The Old Wizard looked utterly incredulous. "I was the one who gave him that idea?"

"Ha ha ha." The suited Pedro pointed at the Old Wizard. "My foolish Apprentice."

Of all the mixed-bloods in the Wizarding World, the most absurd is humans and Giants. To this day, I still cannot understand how Hagrid's father got his mother pregnant.