My Little Pony: Another World Adventure

Ratan walked through the corridor and into the youthful courtyard of Hogwarts Castle, where couples, after what had been an extremely long summer vacation for them, were hugging and kissing passionately under the pomegranate trees laden with green fruits.

Red Lion does not understand this waste of energy and time, but it does not prevent him from extending his most sincere blessings to these non-homosexual or homosexual couples in love.

The book says that love is beautiful and cannot be defiled.

I have eliminated Park Changyong, the scum of the time traveler who played with feelings. Before you enter the society, just enjoy this campus romance that is not contaminated by any money, fame or gain.

The students' smiles made Latan happy, but at the same time he realized that his stiff, dead face was really a nuisance, so he decided not to stay in the courtyard for too long.

Such a beautiful thing as love has nothing to do with a half-blood monster like him.

He strode out of the courtyard, through the lush green vegetable garden, and walked down the hill where the castle was located along the stone road covered with a layer of shallow water stains. From a distance, he could see Hagrid's cabin and the dark and deep forbidden forest behind the house.

Latan walked closer to the cabin and found that the yard, which was bare during the herbal medicine class yesterday, had grown tender green seedlings. Judging from the shape of the leaves, it seemed to be some kind of cucurbitaceae plant. Considering that Halloween was in two months, these were undoubtedly pumpkin seedlings prepared for making pumpkin lanterns.

Halloween... I've only read about it in books...

It is said that Muggles in Europe and North America will have a special holiday on Halloween. Every household will decorate the house and prepare candies. Children will dress up as ghosts and knock on doors from house to house - "Su?es oder Saueres!" (German: Trick or treat)

Minamoto Kiyotaka probably has never celebrated Halloween, but Dante from Italy definitely knows how to celebrate that night. He must remember to prepare candies and snacks for his friends.

Keeping this in mind, Latan knocked twice on the door of the hut and took a half step back.

A burst of fierce dog barking was heard from inside the heavy wooden door, followed by Hagrid's gruff voice: "Go away! Fang! Back off!"

The door opened, Hagrid poked his hairy head out, and Ratan smelled a strong odor of brandy.

"Hello, Ratan, wait a minute," said Hagrid. "Stand back! Fang!"

Fang was a large black hound. It was obvious that Hagrid took good care of it, with short black fur all over its body. However, it was a little too big for a dog, just like a sturdy calf, with strong muscles rippling under its fur like water waves.

Hagrid held the hound's spiked collar tightly and moved aside to let Ratan into the house.

There was only one room in the hut. Hams, pheasants, and wisps of silver-white hair hung from the ceiling, water was boiling in a copper kettle in the brazier, and at the foot of the bed was a large bed covered with a patchwork quilt.

Although it was simple, Latan felt very comfortable because the size of all the furniture in the room was almost adapted to his much larger-than-normal body shape - he could finally sit normally on the chair instead of squatting miserably.

"You're welcome." Hagrid reached out to take the whistling copper kettle. Fang jumped on Latan, leaving plum blossom marks on his white shirt with his two big paws, and licked the red lion's face with his hot breath.

Latan couldn't help pinching Fang's wet black nose, causing it to sneeze. He smiled, stroked the black hound's shiny fur, and said to Hagrid's busy back, "I don't know what you want to talk to me about?"

Hagrid hummed, brewed a cup of very strong black tea, took out a stack of dark brown biscuits from the cupboard and put them on a plate. He placed the two things in front of Ratan before sitting down across the table, pulling out a bottle of amber liquid from his pocket and taking a sip.

The smell of brandy became stronger.

Hagrid looked at Latan affectionately, like an uncle looking at his favorite nephew, and said, "I know it was you and your two friends who killed Park Changyong. Myrtle told me. You may not know her. She's the ghost that lingers in the girls' bathroom on the second floor."

This solved a question. It seems that the range of the death curse on the "Red Dragon" is much smaller than I thought. I have to go back and recruit that female ghost into my team.

Latan leaned back in his chair, crossed his fingers and put them to his lips, looking into Hagrid's dark eyes without blinking: "So?"

"No, no, no, don't be nervous. Don't resist." The Red Lion's attitude made Hagrid a little at a loss. He drank the wine in the bottle in one breath, smacked his lips and said, "I know Professor Dumbledore gave you the task, and I also know your attitude towards time travelers. But, Ratan, killing people is not good."

"I know. That's what the book says."

Latan said softly, "I won't kill all the time travelers with one blow, nor do I believe that all of them are bad people. But Park Changyong... this guy is unforgivable, and his methods make it impossible for the law to punish him. That's why we need supervisors. The law relies on evidence to convict, and we only judge whether we need to eliminate them based on their behavior."

The room fell silent. Latan lowered his head and stroked Fang's fur, avoiding Hagrid's gaze. The black hound was breathing hot air, and his saliva soaked a large area of ​​his robe. His tail was wagging as happily as a propeller.

He was waiting for Hagrid's criticism and scolding.

Suddenly, a rough, heavy hand gently rested on the top of Latarn's head. The warmth and tenderness from it startled the red lion for a moment. Then, Hagrid said in a low voice, "Thank you for your hard work, kid."

An indescribable bitterness welled up in his eyes. Latan raised his hand blankly to wipe his cheek, his fingertips wet. Were these tears? Why was he crying? He had not shed tears even when he said goodbye to his mother, so why was he unable to stop crying now?

This feeling... This feeling is completely different from the care that the Weasleys could give. It is the love from elders who share the same blood with him, a fatherly love that he has never experienced before.

"I'm not smart, nor do I have a talent for magic, let alone being entrusted with important tasks by Dumbledore like you." Hagrid looked at Ratan with tears streaming down his face, and gently stroked his fiery red hair. "But I still want to speak shamelessly as a father, listen to your troubles and worries, and relieve the depression you don't want to tell."

Ratan raised his head, and with his tear-blurred eyes he looked at Hagrid's tolerant smile under his thick beard, and choked up as he said, "The power of the Supervisor has made me a cold-blooded bastard, right?"

Hagrid did not answer immediately. He stood up and moved his chair to sit next to Latarn. After a moment's silence, he said, "Fifty years ago, a little boy brought a giant spider's egg into the castle. He had a talent for raising magical animals, so he kept the hatched giant spider in the closet, brought it food, and taught it to speak.

"Did the boy know that it was forbidden to keep giant spiders? Of course he knew, but he was too lonely because no one wanted to be friends with a bastard like him. He taught the giant spider to talk just to find someone to confide in, a family that needed him.

"Later, someone discovered the giant spider the boy had raised, and the Ministry of Magic sent people to capture him and his family. The boy wanted to resist, but he was too weak and didn't have the courage to fight against the wizarding government. The only thing he could do for his only friend was to let it go.

"The giant spider escaped into the Forbidden Forest, and the Ministry of Magic ordered Hogwarts to expel the boy. The boy was very sad, not because he lost the opportunity to go to school, but because he chose to escape and retreat when his family needed him the most."

Hagrid gently put his arm around Latan's shoulders and whispered, "That boy is me. I'm using my personal experience to tell you that once you've made up your mind, you must stick to it without wavering. I believe in you, Latan. You've taken the first step. Don't give up halfway like I did."

Latan rested his forehead against Hagrid's ribs. A mixture of alcohol and animal smell came into his nose. His voice was hoarse like the friction of steel: "I know what you mean."

I killed someone, and my hands are stained with blood, which cannot be washed off no matter what I use. But other people's hands are still clean, and they can still use these hands to receive graduation certificates, wear wedding rings, hold newborns, and touch the gray hair of their loved ones...

For the sake of their clean hands, even if I will continue to touch death, I will hold this bloody sin in my own hands!

Hagrid patted Latarn's shoulder with relief, pulled out a handkerchief bigger than a tablecloth from his pocket and wiped the red lion's face roughly: "Okay, kid, eat something. I made the rock cake myself, you should try it..."

Latan stayed in Hagrid's hut until five in the afternoon. The hardness of the rock cake was enough to break the teeth of ordinary people, but it was not enough in the face of the powerful bite force of the half-giant.

The Red Lion thought the rock cookies were crispy and delicious, much better than the soft pastries on the long table in the castle. Hagrid's seasoning made the taste even better. Not only did he know how to use pepper and salt to balance the sweetness of the biscuits, he also mixed chocolate chunks into them to add a sense of layering. It was perfect with hot black tea.

This cooking skill is at least a century ahead of the British!

Before leaving, Ratan's pockets were filled with rock cakes and Bath fruit bread (softer than rock cakes, but very tough). Fangs drilled between his legs. Hagrid held his hand tightly and said, "Come and see me more often when you have time. Take care of Marenia. She is a good girl."

Latan nodded solemnly and asked again, "Have you found the cause of the epidemic in the Forbidden Forest?"

"Not yet, but the truth will come out one day." Hagrid glanced at the dark forest alertly, "Go back quickly, it's not safe here at night."

"You should live in the castle with us," Latarn said, frowning. "You said it yourself that it's too dangerous to be here alone."

"Never mind, I have it."

Hagrid pulled out a dark Remington M870 shotgun from his coat pocket and said to Latan, who was staring at him with wide eyes, "A girl named Colt sold it to me. It's very useful. It's just a little troublesome to load the bullets. The bullets made by Muggles are too small and I can't always hold them. Oh, by the way, this is for you."

He picked up a round folding stool designed according to the shape of a hybrid giant from the corner and stuffed it into Latan's arms.

Even Latan couldn't help but stagger. This folding stool was made of heavy black metal. Both the seat and the legs were solid, with only a layer of red artificial leather on the seat. Just by looking at it, you could tell that it was extremely sturdy.

"Professor Sprout told me that you can only stand in class," said Hagrid. "That won't work. How can you study properly if you don't sit down? I made this chair out of giant steel. Just use it. It will never break."

Giant steel? I've never seen this material in a book. Is it just as its name suggests, steel forged by giants?

Latan held the stool and said to Hagrid: "I don't have class tomorrow afternoon. Can you teach me how to forge?"

"Anytime, kid," Hagrid said with a huge, innocent grin.

Climbing up the hill in the gradually dimming light, Latan stood under the entrance arch of the castle courtyard and looked back at the hunting lodge at the end of the rolling meadow. There was a black mountain that kept waving at him.

Hagrid, if you were my father, it would be great...

Carrying the folding stool, Latan smiled and waved to Hagrid, indicating that he had arrived safely and asked him to go back to the house quickly. Then he turned around and strode into the courtyard.