My Little Pony: Another World Adventure

Falaniel was sad.

He had known Hagrid since he was a child, when the gamekeeper was still a clumsy boy, and he also knew that the half-giant kept giant acromantula in the Forbidden Forest and allowed these dangerous creatures to multiply.

The centaurs do not like the giant spiders. These greedy, fat arthropods will eat all creatures that appear in their territory, causing the centaurs' habitat to shrink over the past fifty years, but...

Falaniel is Hagrid's friend, and he knows Hagrid's deep feelings for the eight-eyed giant spider. Hagrid was discriminated against and isolated by young wizards because of his half-giant identity, and the only one who could accompany him was an eight-eyed giant spider kept in the closet - Aragog.

He hated Aragog, but he felt more sympathy for Hagrid who had lost his old friend.

"He...he used to be...only as big as my hand..." Hagrid sobbed, pulling out a handkerchief as big as a tablecloth from his moleskin coat and blowing his nose hard, making a trumpet-like sound.

Outside the gamekeeper's hut, the corpse of the eight-eyed giant spider Aragog lay on its back in the vegetable patch. Its body was larger than a healthy horse, and its eight eyes covered with white cataracts were like faded tennis balls. Its hairy and thorny legs were curled up, and the air was filled with the stench of rotting dead fish.

Hagrid seemed to smell nothing, nor did he care about Harry, Ron and Hermione who looked uncomfortable. He just kept wiping his tears and stroking Aragog's protruding fangs: "When I first saw him, he was still an egg. I stole food from the kitchen for him. He was very good and obedient..."

Falaniel wanted to refute this point. After Aragog and his tribe were infected by the mad dragon virus, they caused almost devastating damage to the centaurs. So he was very happy to hear Sirius, who accompanied Harry, say: "It was indeed a good beast. Fortunately, it died."

Hagrid cried even louder. Harry clumsily slapped the half-blood giant's elbow, while glaring at Sirius, who looked nonchalant. Hermione groaned softly, partly because the rotten stench made her sick, and partly because Ron, who was always afraid of spiders, was holding her wrist tightly, his nails digging into her flesh. The giant spider's corpse made Ron's face turn blue, and he looked like he would faint at any moment.

Falaniel realized that he had to say something to quickly end this funeral that made both humans and centaurs feel uncomfortable. He pawed the ground with his hind hooves and looked up at the night sky: "Mars is dim, tonight is a good time for burial. Hagrid, let Aragog rest in peace."

The giant blasting tiger sniffed Aragog's body, snorted in disgust at the stench, and dug its giant claws into the fertile black soil of the vegetable garden. In a few seconds, it dug out a pit big enough to accommodate the giant spider, and swept Aragog in with its tail.

Sirius took out a bottle of vodka and three glasses from somewhere, poured a glass for himself, Hagrid and Falaniel, raised the clear liquor and said loudly: "Cheers to Aragog! May it and its people continue to weave spider webs in the other world!"

"To Aragog!" Hagrid sobbed like a wounded puppy, and the black hound Fang kept shuttling between his legs, making bursts of whimpering sounds. He raised his head and drank the vodka in one gulp, and his cheeks under his thick beard suddenly flushed.

"To Aragog." Falaniel felt sick at his own hypocrisy and quickly took a sip of vodka. The spicy taste of the Muggle drink made him cough repeatedly. The alcohol content was much higher than the fruit wine brewed by the centaurs.

Explosive Tiger flattened the giant spider's tomb with one claw and yawned loudly. Today, it had first fought with Latan and Dorn, and then carried him to the nuclear power plant and back. It was already exhausted, so it jumped onto the corpse of the giant trident dragon, closed its eyes and fell asleep.

"I hope this thing stays in the other world forever," said Ron sincerely. His legs were as soft as overcooked noodles. He had a deep fear of arthropods ever since Fred and George turned his favorite bear into a spider when he was a child.

"Well said." Hagrid didn't hear the sarcasm in Ron's words at all. "By the way, I heard about Scabbers. If you want to keep a new pet," he pulled out a newly hatched giant eight-eyed spider from his moleskin coat. Its chitinous carapace was translucent white, "you can keep this little Aragog."

"Professor McGonagall won't be happy." Harry quickly covered for Ron, "We can't keep anything other than cats, toads and owls in the dormitory."

"Maybe Ron could get a cat. I like cats." Hermione felt Ron's hand loosen her wrist. "What do you think, Ron?"

Everyone looked at the youngest son of the Weasley family, only to see Ron with his eyes wide open and mouth open, staring blankly at the little Aragog in Hagrid's hand waving his limbs at him, then his eyes rolled up and he fell straight on his back.

He seemed to be still standing, but in fact he had been walking for a while.

"It seems he is not worthy of it." Sirius shook the cup, "Harry, Hermione, please move Ron back to the dormitory. When he wakes up, he can get any pet he wants. I will buy it for him."

Harry, who was supporting Ron, was stunned and looked at his godfather in surprise: "Sirius, where did you get the money?"

"Harry, Sirius is the only living heir of the Black family." Hermione said in a tone like explaining to a kid that one plus one equals two, and she grabbed Ron's other arm. "As one of the ancient pure-blood families, the Black family's wealth is second to none in the wizarding world."

"My parents, who were influenced by the pure-blood theory, have squandered most of it, but there's still enough left. The interest alone will allow me to live comfortably for the rest of my life." Sirius ruffled Harry's messy hair lovingly, "Don't worry about me, kid."

Harry held Sirius's hand and said to his godfather very seriously: "You must not commit a crime. I have lost all my relatives and I cannot lose you again."

Sirius opened his lips slightly, a grateful smile appeared on his haggard face, and nodded solemnly: "I understand, Harry, I understand."

Falaniel watched this touching scene with a smile on his face. Having lost a large number of his people in the dragon's night attack, he certainly understood how precious family ties were. He heard Hagrid smack his lips and say loudly, "I want another glass of wine."

"No problem, Hagrid. Zangief gave me a lot of vodka. Let's drink tonight and let the alcohol wash away the sorrow." Sirius smiled heartily. "Franil, why don't you have a few drinks before you leave?"

"Excuse me." Falaniel returned the cup in his hand to Sirius and shook his ponytail apologetically. "The general helped my people regain their habitat. As the chief, I need to help them rebuild their home."

"Well, busy man," Sirius filled Hagrid's glass and shouted excitedly, "Cheers! Big guy! We won't go home until we are drunk tonight!"

Falaniel carried the unconscious Ron on his back and escorted the Gryffindor triangle back to the castle. He watched Harry and Hermione drag Ron up the stairs, then turned around with relief and walked towards Hogsmeade village.

He lied to Hagrid.

In the sky, Mars, the symbol of war, was very bright, just like a shocking bloodstain.

This is an ominous sign...

Walking into Hogsmeade village, the ruins that were built to paralyze the nerves of the Ministry of Magic have been gathered by the Cassel Executive Department operators and concentrated on a small square with an alchemy array drawn on it.

The Death Eaters under General Starbreaker, under the command of Deputy Minister of Equipment Karl Heinrich, were responsible for injecting magic into the alchemy array to refine the construction waste into steel of equal weight, which was continuously transported into the factory and cast into parts for the Magnus I Type 1 Battle Tank using the production line.

This does not mean that the factory will lose its supply of raw materials when the construction waste runs out. Franniel knows that there is a pipeline buried under the factory to draw water from the Black Lake.

The lake water will be introduced into a reactor engraved with alchemical arrays and transformed into various metals and materials. Unless the Black Lake connected to the sea dries up, the factory will never stop operating.

This is the power of General Starbreaker.

Franniel was not a fanatical believer, but he was a pragmatist. Since the God of Trees and Herbs that the centaurs had previously believed in could not stop the Mad Dragon Virus from harming his people, he naturally placed his faith in General Shattering Star, who could create a safe environment for the centaurs, and was extremely pious.

However, according to the prophecy of High Priest Tong En, General Shattering Star will destroy the Centaurs...

Falaniel was ashamed of his anxiety. General Shatterstar had sheltered the centaurs, provided treatment and recuperation to the foals and forest people poisoned by spiders, and regained their homeland from the Black Eclipse Dragon. However, he began to doubt the general because of a prophecy.

He now urgently needed an answer that would put his mind at ease, an answer that General Shattering Star would tell him personally.

Amid the sound of crisp horse hooves, Falaniel arrived at Hogsmeade station. The centaur's horizontal pupils allowed him to see clearly even in the dark. From a long distance he could see the bright red steam locomotive of the Hogwarts Express parked at the platform. Deep purple arcs of electricity floated in the damp and cold air, and the smell of ionized ozone was extremely strong.

As he got closer, Franniel suddenly felt a chill, as if all the positive emotions in his body were taken away by invisible cold fingers. He saw the majestic figure of General Shatterstar standing beside the front of the car, and the black ring on his right hand was like smoke and tar, rising up to outline a huge alchemical circle.

"Franil?" General Shatterstar turned his head. The golden ring embedded in the flesh of his right eye made the centaur chief's hair stand on end, as if he had witnessed his god on the verge of degeneration and becoming a demon. "It's so late, what's the matter?"

"General." Franniel paused awkwardly. He found that he had no idea how to express his worries, so he looked up at the sky. "Mars is very bright tonight."

"I don't know much about astrology. In the centaur's prophecy system, Mars often symbolizes war, right?" General Starbreaker asked humbly. Falaniel knew that this god walking on earth was just trying to ease his embarrassment.

"Yes, General, the war is coming." Falaniel stroked the longbow across his body. A pot full of feather arrows was hung on his lower body. Each arrow was made of the same wood as the magic wand and matched with the feathers of the hippogriff. "Maybe, I mean, the centaurs should accept the changes in the outside world."

"What exactly?" General Shattering Star asked. The alchemy array had been completely formed, and the arcs in the air broke every rivet on the steam locomotive. The heavy metal parts broke free from the constraints of gravity and floated into the air. In just a few seconds, the locomotive was disassembled into thousands of parts, making the old witch on the platform flicker like a malfunctioning screen, almost torn apart.

Franniel had known the old witch since he was still a foal, and naturally knew that she was the projection of the consciousness of the magic engine in the locomotive in reality.

The more people need the Hogwarts Express, the clearer her figure becomes, and the stronger her power becomes. She can even move physical objects with her spiritual body. This is how she sells snacks to young wizards year after year.

"You sent your subordinate Zheng Shilong to teach my people how to use firearms," ​​said Falaniel. "This Muggle metal stick has more powerful power than bows and arrows. Some older centaurs think it will destroy our culture, while the younger centaurs think it is the trend of the future. The younger generation, in turn, laughs at the old people, saying that they are still using traditional bows and arrows in this era."

General Shattering Star listened carefully to his narration. A dazzling magnetic field emblem blossomed in the center of the alchemical array. The smoky pattern burst into white-hot light. The thousands of parts that made up the steam locomotive were infected by the magic power in the array, changing their material and shape amid the sound of metallic hissing.