My Little Pony: Another World Adventure

As desserts and drinks began to be served, this sumptuous dinner gradually came to an end.

Latan ate the last piece of pumpkin pie on the table, looked at the plates and dishes piled high in the kitchen sink, and couldn't help asking Mrs. Weasley, who was smiling, "Did I eat too much?"

"It's good to be able to eat. Everything you eat is yours." Mrs. Weasley wiped her hands on her apron and pinched Latarn's sunken cheeks. "Don't worry, child. Although we are not rich, we will never let anyone go hungry."

Latan nodded and said earnestly, "This is the most delicious meal I have ever had in England."

Mrs. Weasley laughed so hard that her body shook. "You are so charming."

Latan moved the coffee table back into the living room and found that everyone except Percy was sitting in front of the fireplace, listening to the rock song "Sirius Never Sleeps" sung by the Weird Sisters on the radio. The lead singer Myron Wagtail's deep and hoarse voice echoed in the air, with a rustling electrical noise.

With their stomachs full of food, everyone seemed very lazy. Mr. Weasley sank into the high-backed armchair, his eyes slightly closed, his head nodding along to the beat of "Sirius Never Sleeps", and he might fall asleep at any time.

Latan knew that the series of events that happened today had made this no longer young father extremely tired. The day off that was supposed to be spent leisurely turned out to be more tiring than working at the Ministry of Magic.

On the sofa, Ron and Ginny were playing wizard chess. Latan saw that Ginny's white pieces were being defeated one after another, especially after Ron's black queen brutally killed her knight, the situation had become clear at a glance.

Fred and George were playing with Exploding Crackling cards on the floor, trying to build a towering castle out of them.

Ratan had to admire their courage. This unstable magic card could make a loud noise like a cannonball at any time. If they woke up Mr. Weasley, these two might have to say goodbye to the right half of their buttocks for the rest of their lives.

"Don't worry." Ginny saw the deep meaning in Latarn's eyes. "For Fred and George, creating explosions is just a common thing. If the two of them suddenly become quiet, it would be a sign that they are about to cause a disaster."

Latarn nodded in understanding, looked down at Harry who was concentrating on reading a 16-page paperback book, and asked curiously, "What are you reading?"

"Flying with the Cannons." Harry showed the red-haired giant the cover of the book. A group of wizards wearing orange Quidditch jerseys were riding on broomsticks, waving their arms at Ratan with bright smiles on their faces. "Do you like Quidditch, too?"

Latarn looked at Harry expressionlessly and asked, "Do you think there is a broom that can bear my weight?"

"That's true..." Harry took back "Flying with the Artillery" embarrassedly.

Although Ratan had no interest in Quidditch, seeing Harry reading, he could not help but feel a little addicted to reading. But as a guest, it was a bit rude to return to the room alone when the host was sitting in the living room.

Especially since Dumbledore had said in the letter that he would come to the Burrow to talk to me about the time traveler I met at Flourish and Blotts this afternoon...

After considering many factors, Latan had to settle for the second best. He gave up the books about ancient magic and basic mechanics in the suitcase and instead pulled out a book called "Cook a Feast" from the mantelpiece - this was obviously the source of Mrs. Weasley's excellent cooking skills.

The book clearly states at the beginning: Based on Gamp's Law of Transfiguration, wizards cannot create food out of thin air, but can only cast spells on existing food to transform it or increase its size.

Well, it's the same as what is said in the Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration.

Ratan's strong thirst for knowledge made him read this book with great gusto. The author used a light-hearted and humorous tone to narrate the efforts made by British wizards to make food more delicious ("They must have failed miserably," Ratan thought.), and explained in detail how to make the wand and kitchen utensils cooperate with each other in the cooking process.

Glancing at his 1.5-meter-long tungsten alloy wand, Latan estimated in his mind that if he wanted to cook a meal the way described in the book, he would need a kitchen at least as big as two living rooms at the Burrow.

As LaTan read about how to make pumpkin soda at home, a low rumbling sound came from the front yard of the Burrow, approaching rapidly and becoming louder.

Mr. Weasley sat up straight and asked dazedly, "Was it thundering?"

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, a white light like a sword shot into the living room through the window of the Burrow, and Mrs. Weasley poked her head out from the bright kitchen: "Arthur, it's Hagrid!"

Everyone who was originally enjoying their after-dinner time in front of the fireplace ran out of the door, only to see a huge flying motorcycle spewing out billowing black smoke, passing over the wild grass drifting in the wilderness, and speeding towards the Burrow like Sleipnir, the eight-legged Pegasus of Odin in Norse mythology. The bright xenon headlights were the eyes of the Pegasus that shot out lightning.

Accompanied by the restless clucking of the hens in the front yard, the wide tires of the flying motorcycle landed heavily on the compacted mud in the yard, plowing out three deep ruts.

A tall man wearing a pilot's hood, a brown leather jacket and long riding boots nimbly jumped out of the truck bed. His long white beard fluttered in the night wind, showing how unrestrained he was.

It was not until the man pushed up his goggles to his forehead, revealing his astonishingly blue eyes, that Latan was sure that the unruly old man in front of him was Dumbledore!

"Good evening, Arthur, Molly, and my lovely students." Dumbledore took out his half-moon glasses from the pocket of his washed blue jeans and put them on, and said in a loud voice, "Come on, Hagrid, meet Ratan."

Latan was so attracted by the principal's cool outfit that he noticed that the driver of the motorcycle was someone else.

It was as if a black mountain was moving. The front fork spring of the motorcycle made a creaking sound, and a pair of boots as big as dolphins stepped on the ground, connected to legs thicker than the beams of the shack, supporting a majestic body like a rock fortress.

For the first time, Latan had to look up at someone's face. That face was hidden in a long, thick and dense beard and surrounded by hair like black bear fur. Only the round nose, bushy eyebrows and the wet black eyes were exposed.

A hybrid giant, no doubt.

"Let me introduce you." Dumbledore led Latan to the giant. "This is the gamekeeper of Hogwarts, the keeper of the castle gate keys, the person I trust the most, Rubeus Hagrid. Hagrid, this is Latan Magnus, he is the same as you."

"I saw it the first time, Professor Dumbledore." Hagrid's voice was deep and penetrating. He pulled out a handkerchief as big as a tablecloth from his moleskin coat full of pockets and blew his nose so hard that it sounded like a trumpet.

Without taking his expressive eyes away from Latarn, he said: "Look at his height, look at his eyes. There is no way I could have mistaken him. It is just like me back then... Merlin's beard, Professor, I thought you were... you were lying to me..."

Hagrid suddenly began to sob, and Harry and Ron slapped his thighs. The gamekeeper finally calmed down, took off his leather gloves, grasped Ratan's forearm, and shook him vigorously.

"It's nice to meet you, Latarn, really. It's been so many years since Hogwarts finally admitted a half-giant."

Latan was completely confused. He had never expected to meet someone of his kind here who had the same tragic bloodline as himself. He looked to Dumbledore for help and found that the old man was smiling kindly.

"About fifty years ago, Hagrid attended Hogwarts as a student. Later, due to a misunderstanding, the headmaster at the time had to expel him. Although the misunderstanding was later resolved, Hagrid's chance to go to school was ultimately ruined."

Dumbledore said, patting Ratan's lower back gently: "Hagrid saw his former self in you, that's why he was so excited to see you."

"We must study hard." Hagrid said, "Latan, we have the same blood. Let's show some face to those guys who look down on us half-blood giants-"

"We'd better not chat in the yard," said Mrs. Weasley. "Come in, Albus, Hagrid. You must have had a long journey. Would you like something to drink?"

"A glass of water will do, Molly," Dumbledore said readily. "Would it be convenient for me to use your bathroom? You know, on a flying motorcycle, there is no chance..."

"I want a bottle of brandy," said Hagrid. "To rinse my mouth."

Mr. Weasley welcomed Hagrid into the living room. He first looked at Mrs. Weasley's position and made sure that she couldn't hear him before asking impatiently, "Hagrid, did you use the modifications I made to the motorcycle?"

"Part of it."

Hagrid's back rubbed against the ceiling as he pulled Latan to sit on the sofa. The two of them filled the space so completely that the spring under the seat cushion groaned shrilly as it bore a weight that it shouldn't have borne at that size.

Latan listened to Hagrid saying, "In Romania, we used a rope net launcher to get rid of a group of vampires. The emergency acceleration device made the Mediterranean Harpy follow us and eat our exhaust. And..."

Seeing Mr. Weasley's excited look, Latan gave Ron a questioning look.

"Dad loved to tinker with Muggle stuff," said Ron. "He collected a drawer full of plugs and batteries and stuff. Mum said he was crazy. Oh, and he also built a flying car. I used it to save Harry from the Dursleys."

"What 'I'? It's 'we'!" said Fred viciously.

"You're just a handyman!" George added.

"I'll have to tell you the story sometime," Harry said, smiling. "My uncle's expression was really fascinating."

"Oh, that's right!" Hagrid slapped his forehead with enough force to overturn a horse. He said to Latan, "Which half are you? My mother is a giant and my father is a wizard."

Latan calmly pulled his arm away from Hagrid's grasp and said, "I'm the exact opposite of you."

Ginny seemed to think of a picture and her face suddenly turned green, and she felt quite nauseous.

"Merlin's beard, I should have thought of it earlier." Hagrid looked at Latan's face. "Generally speaking, giants, whether male or female, don't have such delicate looks. Latan, your mother must have been a great beauty."

The pale and skinny face of Lena, like a skeleton, jumped into Latan's mind. He clenched his fists tightly and lowered his head: "Maybe... I only know that she must have suffered a lot when she was pregnant with me."

"Absolutely." Hagrid said firmly, "There is not much fatherly and motherly love in the nature of giants. Usually they let their children fend for themselves in the tribe. Do you know which tribe your father belongs to?"

Latan covered his stinging right eye and said in a low and cold tone: "If I knew, that beast would have to pay a thousand times the price for the suffering my mother went through."

Except for the slow-witted Hagrid, everyone in the living room shuddered, because they could feel from Latarn's solemn tone that the red-haired giant really wanted to kill his father!

Fortunately, Mrs. Weasley showed up in time to break the heavy atmosphere. She handed a whole bottle of brandy to Hagrid and asked, "What were you talking about just now?"