Don't Come Any Closer

10 Grimmauld Place, third floor.

Pedro the Goblin had a cigar clenched between his teeth as he happily accepted bottles of liquor from his future and past selves, placing them on the golden nanmu wine rack in the room.

Being a Time traveler was great. For a housewarming celebration, even his selves from different points in time came bearing wine.

"Rosier is a friend worth having!" Pedro the doctor from the past, from his island days, chuckled as he took the cigar from Pedro and lit it. He took a deep drag, slipped both hands into his suit pockets, and happily gazed out the window.

"He's even providing for my retirement. Tsk, tsk, tsk..."

The future Pedro, dressed in the robes of a Wise One, gave him a strange smile before turning to exchange a meaningful grin with the present Pedro.

He raised a carrot-thick finger and pointed at the shelf extending overhead. "This needs to be torn down. I remember accidentally banging my head on it."

At that moment, as if they had all sensed something, their faces turned pale with terror. They stared at the room's entrance and swallowed in unison.

"Oh no, I just remembered that I left the grill at home on!" Future Pedro said gravely.

"Right, I'm halfway through an operation on a Centaur right now. I need to get back!" Past Pedro was equally tense.

Bang! Bang!

The two loud blasts marked their brutally forceful return to their original points in time through time-travel magic.

Pedro of the present timeline panicked as well. He hurriedly pulled out a Time-Turner and was about to press it hard, intending to use Time Magic to skip this period and go directly to this same time tomorrow.

But then, a slender arm abruptly appeared, its wand giving a