Visiting the Dursleys
When they saw the big book, both of them almost regretted it, but it was for the sake of their pranks, so they took the book and sat in a corner.
Meanwhile, Einar was using a book of runes from the magical world to try to combine them with the enchantments from his world.
Which seemed to blend quite well, after all, he had just created a turret that fired this world's paralysis spell.
Most importantly, there were ancient runes used for alchemy in this world, which were similar to those from Skyrim but had other uses. Truth be told, it ended up being so easy it was boring, but now he was trying to create some useful objects just because he wanted to improve at using these new runes.
In another corner of the room, there were several alchemical objects that were half-disassembled, which Einar was investigating and using for improvements.
For example, there was a completely disassembled flying broom, and next to it, there was an identical copy but created by Einar's own hands.
The only problem he had was combining several enchantments using runes from both worlds since it seemed to require a bit more concentration.
"What if I use clairvoyance and the tracking spell? This spell normally shows me the path I want to take, while the other one is for seeing past events. But maybe..." he said as he began to create an object with this enchantment, and the one he chose was a crystal ball.
After several minutes, Einar finished enchanting the ball, but for some reason, after finishing, there were now two.
"What's that for?" Fred asked with interest as he approached.
"I don't know yet," Einar replied as he picked up one of the balls and examined it.
"Maybe it just duplicates the object," George said as he grabbed the other one. Then, suddenly, an image appeared in the ball Einar was holding. Inside, George was visible.
"Wow, that looks interesting," Fred said, leaning in to watch George in the crystal ball. Meanwhile, George also seemed intrigued.
"What if I go farther away?" he said as he ran out of the room. Meanwhile, Einar and Fred watched George run. He seemed to be talking toward the crystal ball, but obviously, the sound wasn't coming through.
"It seems like one is for observing, while the other is for transmitting what's in front of it," Einar said, surprised by the new tool he had accidentally created. "It could be useful for spying on enemies without them noticing."
"Hey, it could also be used for spying," Fred said quickly, earning a sharp look from Einar.
"What? It's true, isn't it? If you leave one in a room, you can see what they're doing in there," Fred said defensively.
Meanwhile, George quickly returned while catching his breath.
"How far did you see?" he asked quickly as he placed the crystal ball on the table, and the other one went dark.
"The entire path," Einar replied quickly. "Though it seems it needs to be in contact with someone."
"Yeah, it seemed to be absorbing my magic while I was holding it," George said right away.
"Well, then it's easy to fix. But I'll leave it for later," he said calmly. "How many runes have you learned?" he asked quickly.
"For now, only the ones on the first and second pages," they both said, which surprised Einar since just those two pages contained hundreds of basic runes. This proved that the twins were quite good at memorizing them.
So, that entire day, Einar patiently taught them while explaining each step of using the enchantment table. When it got really late, Einar gave them the book to study and also provided a copy for them to take to their father.
For the whole month, it was basically the same. The twins came to learn while having fun. Occasionally, Einar went out with them to buy more alchemical tools to disassemble and learn their runes. Obviously, it wasn't ethical, but Einar wasn't going to use it to make money; he just wanted to learn as much as possible.
He also started getting along with the Weasley family, except for Ron, who was still afraid of him and openly showed his disdain. The others quickly grew fond of Einar. He even met Percy, who was quite arrogant.
He reminded Einar of Nazeem from Whiterun, but he didn't seem like a bad kid, just a bit ignorant.
One day, Arthur asked Einar if he wanted to accompany them to the Muggle world since they were going to pick up Harry's friend, and Einar, with interest, easily agreed, as he had never been to the Muggle section of this world, only the magical part. And it wasn't like he went out much anyway, only occasionally visiting Tom's bar.
"We made a temporary connection to Harry's house fireplace, so we just have to travel through the Floo Network," Arthur said as he entered the house with Einar.
Then, everyone lined up and entered the fireplace while saying: "Dursley House, Privet Drive." And then they disappeared with a burst of flames.
When everyone finished transporting, they seemed to be stuck between the walls and a metal plate. It looked like someone had placed it over the fireplace.
"Ow! Someone's stepping on me," Ron quickly complained.
"Fred, you're twisting my arm."
"Wait, Dad, don't throw yourself on me, you're way too heavy."
"Sigh... I guess it doesn't matter if I break this a little to get out. We can fix it later," Einar said as he began to use the strength of his arms against one of the walls.
Crash!
Then, the entire Dursley fireplace exploded into pieces as Einar and the Weasley family fell onto the living room floor, causing a great commotion. A fat man quickly approached them aggressively and started arguing with Arthur.
Meanwhile, Einar looked around the house with interest, dusting off his clothes and ignoring the fat man's shouting.
But he saw a young boy with glasses who caught his attention, and the boy was also looking at him with interest.
"That's why I don't want freaks like you in my house!" the fat man shouted while Arthur kept trying to mediate, and the twins dropped some magical candies near a chubby boy not far away.
"Why are you still being so polite, Arthur? In my country, when someone spoke so arrogantly despite being so weak, we simply ripped their tongue out," Einar said as he approached the fat man and grabbed him by the jaw, lifting him off the ground with one hand while using a fear spell on him.
"Ahhh! No. Help. Ahhh!" the man screamed, looking at Einar with terror.
"Let him go. Don't hurt him," the woman beside him shouted, but Einar ignored her while he stared at the fat man.
"I think you feel very superior for being a simple idiot with delusions of grandeur. Even an eleven-year-old from the magical world could tear you apart with their wand. While in my country, four-year-olds were already ripping limbs from their enemies. Don't think you're superior in your fake world," Einar said while staring seriously at the fat man.
After all, what he despised the most were arrogant people who believed they could look down on others, whether because of their class or race.
Einar, being half-Altmer, had seen many of these fools, and in his world, he had permission to rip off their heads if they crossed the line. Of course, in this world, he would hold back, but he still wouldn't allow anyone to insult his friends.
"Ahhh! Y-You... You can't hurt me. I'll call the police," the man quickly said, trying to recover his courage.
"Without a jaw, it'll be difficult to speak," Einar replied as he increased the pressure of his hand.
"I-I'm... I'm sorry. Please, don't hurt me. Please, have mercy," the man surrendered as liquids poured from his crotch, soaking the floor.
"It's okay, Einar, Mr. Dursley apologized," Arthur quickly said, trying to mediate so Einar wouldn't hurt Harry's uncle. Although he was also a bit angry, he didn't want Einar to get into trouble for defending them.
"Tsk. You're just trash. In my country, you wouldn't even be useful as a slave in the mines. Remember that when you try to insult my friends again," Einar said as he released him, and the man fell to the ground trembling with fear.
"Dudley! What happened to you?" the woman shouted as the boy ran with a giant tongue sticking out of his mouth, while the Weasley twins laughed hysterically.
Einar approached the boy and yanked the tongue off with a swift pull, nearly making the kid faint from the pain. But Einar quickly used a healing spell, and the tongue recovered instantly, demonstrating just how violent he could be, scaring the Weasley family even more.
Meanwhile, the twins gave Einar a thumbs-up.
"Shall we go, then? This place disgusts me. If it weren't for not wanting old Dumbledore to bother me, I'd have already destroyed it from its foundations with its inhabitants inside," Einar said with disdain, looking at the Dursleys who were huddled together, staring at him in terror.
"Alright. Are you ready, Harry?" Arthur asked the boy with glasses, and he quickly nodded while looking at Einar with a hint of fear.
"Then, let's go," Arthur said, and everyone entered the fireplace again to travel back to the Weasley house.
Einar was the last to leave, not before giving a hard stare at the Dursleys and then disappearing.
When they arrived at the Weasley house, Arthur spoke to Einar softly.
"Einar, thank you for defending us, but you should try not to be so violent. Don't get yourself into trouble," Arthur said quickly.
"Sorry about that, Arthur. Maybe I took it a bit too personally. Their contempt for wizards reminded me of something bad from my country," Einar replied quickly.
"It's alright, it's no problem. They deserved it," Arthur said calmly.
Meanwhile, Ron was talking to Harry
"Did you see that, Harry? He's a lunatic. You have to stay away from him or he might hurt you," Ron whispered to his friend.
"Sure… although that was pretty cool," Harry quickly replied, because the masked guy had just done something Harry could only dream of doing.
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