The World of Magic

Anton awkwardly comforted the old Goblin, and only after much persuasion did he finally stop crying.

Pedro pursed his lips and looked at Anton with a complicated expression. In the end, he shook his head. "Forget it, forget it. You actually became my family. After hundreds of years, this is the first time someone has treated me as family..."

"Anton, I've always been grateful for that."

"Having family feels especially wonderful."

Anton smiled faintly. "Me too."

Pedro gave a self-mocking laugh, then turned to the Trace of Time pattern floating in midair. After thinking for a moment, he continued, "Let me tell you a little something about Time Magic."

Ignoring Anton, he went on, "Since you say the River of Time is the collective memory of all intelligent beings..."

"Then you should understand that while every intelligent being has a sense of self, none of them exists alone."

Pedro lightly snapped his fingers. The red trace in midair instantly expanded, transforming into countless tiny red dots.

When it expanded again, the dots took on their own shapes—humans, Goblins, Centaurs...

Among them, a tall and handsome figure lit up. It was unmistakably Anton's image.

He pointed at Anton's shadow. "We must excavate our own strength, but we must not overlook the strength of the entire world either. No living being has ever existed alone. They are closely connected and influence one another."

"When you form more close connections with more people, you can gain more power."

"That is the true meaning of carrying history and collecting time and memories."

"You can try breaking through from this angle and step completely into the most dazzling, highest sanctuary of magic."

Anton blinked, staring at the pattern in midair before looking at Pedro in astonishment. "So Grindelwald sought revolution, Dumbledore sought protection, and The