My Little Pony: Another World Adventure

After giving the suitcases one last check to make sure nothing—especially books—had been left behind and that Ahriman was well enough to eat his owl food in his cage, Latan sprinkled a handful of Floo powder into the fireplace of the Leaky Cauldron and watched the flames turn emerald green.

So far, everything works fine.

Trying to squeeze into a fireplace designed for a normal-sized person is a recipe for disaster.

Ratan used almost all the joints in his body, and with the help of the Weasley sons pushing and squeezing from behind, he was able to curl up in the fireplace in a pitiful posture, which made old Tom tremble with fear, fearing that this old fireplace, which was older than him, would crack on the spot.

"You go first, we'll follow with your luggage." Percy panted, leaning on Latarn's suitcase that was as high as his shoulder. His tortoise-shell-framed glasses tilted to one side, making him look like a young version of Mr. Weasley. "Remember, the pronunciation must be clear and loud, 'The Burrow'."

Latarn could already feel the fire heating up, which meant that the Floo powder was losing its effect, so he pinched his nose and shouted, "The Burrow!"

Flames leaped up, and Latan felt as if he had fallen into the "Mosken Maelstrom" described in the book. The scenery and his body in front of him were spinning rapidly. From time to time, something hard and cold flew past him, just like the broken wreckages in the whirlpool, sending a vicious invitation from the underworld.

Suddenly, everything stopped, and Latan felt a strong push on his buttocks, and then he was "poohed" out by the fireplace, and rolled into a warm living room that was completely different from the Leaky Cauldron. It was full of furniture and traces of life, and although it was narrow, it was very comfortable.

"Come in, don't be polite, just treat it like your own home."

Mrs. Weasley had returned while Latan was packing, and could hear Mr. Weasley tidying up the house upstairs, as well as a series of ominous knocks on the water pipes.

"Oh, that's the ghoul Fred mentioned. It has nothing to do, so it likes to make some noise." Mrs. Weasley said lightly, brushing the ash off Ratan's robe with a brush. "It's a pity Hermione can't come, otherwise we can have a lively dinner together, how happy it is."

Ratan opened his mouth, thinking it was better not to remind Mrs. Weasley. For the Grangers, the shock they received today was far greater than the surprise. As for whether they would still be interested in having dinner at the home of a wizard they had just met, he was skeptical.

The emerald flames in the fireplace rose again, and Ron came out with the cage containing Ahriman. He saw Latan carefully observing the tables, chairs and decorations in his house. His ears were as red as carrots, and he muttered, "Not very good..."

Latan, who has lived in the dungeon for his entire life, said earnestly: "This is the warmest and most loving place I have ever seen."

Mrs. Weasley's face turned as red as Ron's ears.

The next person to come back was Percy. He was exhausted by Latarn's suitcase filled with books. As soon as he got home, he hurriedly ran up the winding stairs of the Burrow to his room, and soon there was the sound of the door being locked.

"He's been like this all summer," Ron said. "Locked himself in his room, and I don't know what he was doing."

"Oh my, cute little Percy must be studying hard to become the head boy." Fred came out of the fireplace with a sly grin, holding his sister's books.

"Yeah, yeah, he has such a huge head after all." George grinned as he followed his twin brother, carrying Ginny's cauldron.

(Note: The English word for student union president is head boy, and the English word for a humungous head is humungous bighead.)

Latan couldn't help but notice that their pockets were bulging, as if there were a lot of long things stuffed in them, and asked curiously, "Did you rob a wand shop?"

"They don't have the guts to do that." Ginny stepped out of the emerald flames and brushed off the ashes on her body. "They just make a little money by reselling them."

"You can't say that at home." George glanced nervously at his mother, who was cooking in the kitchen.

Ginny gave Latarn a "what did I say" look.

"Dr. Filibal's fireworks are only worth a Sickle in Diagon Alley." Fred showed Latan the enchanted fireworks in his pocket furtively, "But if you add a little bit of stuff to it and sell it to those restless guys in Hogwarts, hey, that's a lot of money."

"I understand," Latan said. "The book says that you are doing business and accumulating capital."

"That's right, man." George curled his lips, "It's just that business is getting harder and harder now. Those international students always bring some weird new things, and not many people are willing to take care of poor Fred and George."

The stove emitted green flames for the last time, and Harry crawled out of it, holding his nose. He opened his tightly closed eyes and saw that he had successfully returned to the familiar Burrow. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief: "It seems that I have finally gotten used to traveling by the fireplace."

"It seems that Knockturn Alley has really left a big shadow on you." Ron smiled teasingly.

Latarn looked at Harry, who was only slightly taller than his thigh, and frowned slightly: "You went to Knockturn Alley? Alone?"

Because of his thirst for knowledge, Latan also went to Knockturn Alley, trying to find some books like "Red Dragon" that recorded ancient magic that resonated with him in those gloomy and mysterious shops.

But it turned out that the mainstream in Knockturn Alley were pretentious liars and low-class gangsters. Apart from letting Latan discover that he could focus the levitation spell on a person's eyes, making the eyeballs of the fool who tried to rob him fly out of his eye sockets, there was no gain at all.

Harry Potter was the one who was going to put an end to Voldemort. Going to a dangerous and strange place like Knockturn Alley was simply irresponsible for his own life.

"I choked on some ash and pronounced the wrong place name, so..." Harry was ashamed of his own stupidity. "Anyway, I'm never going there again."

"Harry is quite right, any decent person should stay away from Knockturn Alley."

Mr. Weasley came down the stairs, and he no longer looked like he had been battered and bruised a few minutes ago. The father stared at his two most mischievous sons, Fred and George, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said, "If any of you take the initiative to go to Knockturn Alley, believe me, I will teach you a very profound lesson."

Fred covered his buttocks with lingering fear. Ron whispered to Latan, "Dad doesn't get angry often, but the last time he got angry, it caused a permanent change to Fred's left buttocks."

"What exactly happened?" Latan asked curiously.

"They wanted me, at five, to sign an Unbreakable Vow," Ron shrugged blithely.

"Okay, kids." Mr. Weasley returned to his usual kindness, "Let's not talk about Fred's left butt for now. Go to the kitchen and see if Mom needs help. Come up, Ratan, Charlie's room is ready."

As Ratan and Ahriman were carrying their suitcases up the rickety but steadfast stairs of the Burrow, Fred (or maybe George) was heard whispering to Harry, "Tell us what you saw in Knockturn Alley..."

It seems that the twins are determined to find out what is going on in Knockturn Alley even though they know that they will pay the price of losing the right half of their buttocks.

The Burrow was unlike any other house Ratan had ever entered (and there weren't many). Its original frame should have been only two stories, but the Weasleys had piled three or four more rooms on top of it, making it a crooked seven-story building that looked as if a gentle breeze would blow it to the ground.

But it managed to stand firm with a wonderful balance, protecting the nine members of the Weasley family.

Mr. Weasley's eldest son Bill and second son Charlie have graduated from Hogwarts. Bill works as a curse breaker in Gringotts in Egypt, and Charlie went to Romania to become a dragon trainer. The two brothers' jobs meant that they could not stay at home for a long time, so their rooms were empty for most of the year.

"Charlie's room is a little more spacious. He is similar in build to you. Of course, not as tall as you." Mr. Weasley pushed open the door. "Come on, come in."

Ratan bent sideways and followed Mr. Weasley into Charlie's room. For a moment, the half-giant thought he had walked into a dragon material store. Charlie's bed sheet was printed with a Hungarian Horntail breathing fire, the pillow was a Chinese Fireball Dragon, and the curtains were Australian White Eyes with wings spread out.

On the wall facing the bed, various dragon scales of different sizes were glued together using magic. It was obvious that Charlie loved them, and each scale had an oily sheen from repeated playing. The bookshelf was not filled with books (Latan thought it was a pity), but with glass jars of different sizes, in which the fire-breathing glands of different dragons were suspended in a yellow transparent solution.

Mr. Weasley had obviously cleaned the room carefully. Every surface in the room was spotless. The carpet printed with the hideous head of a Hesperidian black dragon exuded a fresh smell. The brown window glass reflected the purple light of the sunset. There was a weathered rag hanging on the coat rack made of various dragon head horns at the door of the room.

Mr. Weasley stuffed the rag into his trouser pocket and looked awkwardly at the ceiling, which was only an inch above Latan's head, and said, "Maybe it's still a little small..."

In this room full of love and care, Latan silently put down the suitcase, turned to look at Mr. Weasley, suddenly opened his arms and gave him a big hug.

"It couldn't be better, sir."

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Although the book says that it is impolite to praise someone and step on him, Ratan sincerely feels that Mrs. Weasley's cooking skills are much better than those of the owner of the Leaky Cauldron.

The kitchen of the Burrow was small and rather crowded, with only a clean wooden table and several chairs.

On one of the kitchen walls hangs a huge clock with nine hands, each with the name of a family member written on it. There are no numbers on the clock face either, just words like "at work," "on the way," and "deadly danger."

At this moment, except for the two needles of Bill and Charlie, all other needles are pointing to "dinner".

Mrs. Weasley had obviously put a lot of thought into this dinner, as not only did she perfectly showcase the thirteen British ways to cook potatoes, but she also had Provencal stew, red sauce spaghetti, curry stewed chicken, and the German-style sauerkraut pork knuckle that Ratan was very familiar with.

Latan sat on the wooden coffee table originally placed in the living room to eat, with his butt just touching the edge. It's not that he didn't want to sit on the chair, but when he put his weight on it little by little, the four old and frail chair legs made an ominous creaking sound at the same time.

Mrs. Weasley was eagerly filling Ratan's plate, clearly too content with his ability to eat from his empty plate again and again to blame Fred and George.

The twins changed the text on Percy's sweatshirt to read "I'm a Big Asshole", and Percy stupidly asked Ginny what she was laughing at.

Harry was very curious about why Latarn became an international student. After the red-haired giant told him how his grandfather had chained his neck and limbs, and how he had been imprisoned in a dungeon for eleven years and could not even see his biological mother, and could only comfort himself by reading books, everyone at the dinner table was silent for a moment.

Then there was an outcry against Gregorovitch's cruelty.

Harry was filled with righteous indignation, he had grown up under the bullying of the Dursleys (Harry's uncle, aunt and cousin), and now seeing the scars on Latarn's wrists and neck caused by the shackles, he could empathize with the cruel time that the red-haired giant had gone through more than anyone else.

Mr. Weasley hugged Mrs. Weasley, who began to cry again, and told Latarn seriously that if he wanted to prosecute the wand maker who abused minors, his German friend might be able to help.

Ginny carefully touched the scar on Latarn's wrist and asked softly, "Does it still hurt?"

"Do not."

Latan looked at the people who were worried, angry, and excited about him, and a warm feeling spread in his heart, as if he had taken a gulp of high-purity liquor, burning cracks in his cold shell, making him feel extremely relaxed and comfortable.

This feeling...is it the love of family mentioned in the books?

Latarn smiled at Ginny and shook his head gently: "It doesn't hurt anymore."