My Little Pony: Another World Adventure

Latan spent a whole hour practicing controlling his facial expressions under the guidance of Minamoto Kiyotaka. He didn't hope to smile as brightly as the pretty boy, but just hoped not to give people a heart attack out of the blue.

The reason why it only took an hour was not because Latan had no patience, but because Dante's eyes simply could not bear it.

“You’d better stay the same!” Dante shouted desperately. He just looked at Latan’s adjusted “smile” - the arrangement of his facial features was more abstract than Picasso’s paintings - and he felt the god of death put his cold fingers into the back of his collar.

Minamoto Kiyotaka held his head in his hands, his expression confused and he doubted his life: "How could this happen... I clearly learned demeanor management from watching Noh actors... Could it be that I learned it wrong? Haha... Hahahaha... Ah! I get it! I get it!"

"Wake up, Minamoto-kun!" Dante grabbed Minamoto Kiyotaka's shoulders and shook him hard, "This is not your fault!"

Latan buried his face in his hands. For the first time in his life, he lost confidence in his learning ability. He could learn those difficult theories very smoothly, but why couldn't he control his facial features?

It must be because of those time travelers that made my mind feel uncomfortable and my mood uneasy!

Without them, would I be living in stress and anxiety every day?

That’s right, it’s all the time traveler’s fault!

This is not passing the buck. The book says that this is called refusing internal friction, stopping anxiety, continuing to go crazy, and being yourself.

The effect was immediate. Latan felt much better. He rubbed his face and put his facial features back in place, returning to his usual calm expression. He said to his two colleagues, "I've given up trying to please others. I'd better do what I should do first."

Dante heaved a sigh of relief: "I like you best this way."

"In a sense, Latan, you are a beauty whose smile can captivate a city." Minamoto Kiyotaka combed his long black hair tied into a bun with a wooden comb. The carefully crafted movements were gentle and full of beauty. "It's a pity that this smile can captivate a city in the physical sense."

“Shut up, both of you.” Latan hid his face behind the wall of books that had been rebuilt.

The box fell silent. The red-haired giant focused on reading and studying. Minamoto Kiyotaka waved his wand awkwardly according to the textbook. Dante sat lazily, drinking iced pumpkin juice, throwing Bibi Multi-Flavor Beans into the air one by one and catching them with his mouth.

The view outside the window became increasingly desolate, with only sparse woods, winding rivers, and dark green hills covered with a layer of veil-like mist in the afternoon sun.

It feels really nice to have a private carriage; at least no one will disturb you.

Latan used his magic to pull out a diary and a quill from the suitcase and wrote on it: "Tell me more about the three unforgivable curses."

"No, no, no," the diary of a man calling himself Tom read, "You're not ready yet."

"But you have taught me their spells and wand movements."

"So what? The Unforgivable Curse is not something a little kid can cast by waving a wand. You have to be ruthless and tear off the beauty and hypocrisy on the surface of magic, and accept the darkest and truest side of magic."

"I can be cruel!"

“Maybe.” The diary wrote these words in annoyingly lazy handwriting, just like a parent who was just brushing off his child.

Latan clenched his quill, his right eye stinging. This diary was becoming less and less willing to reveal its magic skills. Should he continue to extract the knowledge from it, or...

"What are you writing?" Dante looked over curiously.

"Diary," Latan said with a deadpan expression.

"Whose good person writes a diary?" Minamoto Kiyotaka said in a playful tone, "Can someone who writes a diary still be considered a good person?"

Latan glanced at Minamoto Kiyotaka's wand movements and said, "So you're planning to summon a giraffe to drop from the sky and kill us and then be a good guy?"

"What? Isn't that the unlocking spell I'm practicing?" Minamoto Kiyotaka quickly lowered his head to check with the book.

"It's boring!" Dante yawned loudly, "I'm going to take a nap. Remember to call me when we get there."

Through his sunglasses, Latan looked at his two fellow supervisors. After making sure that they were busy with their own affairs, he lowered his eyes and saw a new sentence appearing in the diary.

"Wait until you kill someone with your own hands, then I will teach you the advanced usage of the three unforgivable curses."

Kill people with your own hands!

Latan closed his diary, pulled out a new piece of parchment and began writing and drawing unconsciously, using this unconscious action to think.

The book said that as long as a wizard committed the crime of killing, his magic power would undergo a miraculous qualitative change due to the change in his state of mind, becoming sharper and more ferocious than a wizard who had never killed anyone.

Is this the key to casting the Killing Curse? To have a ruthless heart.

Sure enough, I was still too indecisive. If I had been more decisive when fighting with the masked man in Flourish and Blotts Bookstore last time, I would have killed the time traveler who was a threat to social order on the spot.

I don't know the true face of the masked man, or which college or student he is from. I'm really looking forward to the moment when I meet him again...

Latan smiled a perfect smile, and it seemed as if sunlight was radiating from his facial features. It was simply an oil painting by a master, which elevated the handsomeness of his face by at least a level.

With his mind made up, Latan stopped the unconscious writing with his quill and found that the ink marks formed a roughly circular emblem.

This emblem is made up of a large number of overlapping arcs, radiating from the concentric circles in the center. A large number of arcs radiate from the upper and lower ends of the center of the circle, then bend and intersect on the left and right. This is...

"Magnetic lines of force..."

Latan gazed deeply at the emblem that seemed to contain profound mysteries. It not only represented the basic magnetic field theory, but also meant the pulse emitted by the earth beneath his feet that carried billions of lives. It could even be used to explain the foundation of the entire solar system, the entire Milky Way, and even the entire universe through theoretical physics!

According to the records in ancient Chinese literature, this emblem is in line with the great way!

If I were to arrange my magic power in the same way as the magnetic flux lines on the parchment...

Practice makes perfect. Latan immediately spread out his palms, and the magic power transformed into lightning and leaped out, carving out shining deep purple magic patterns in the air, and then -

Gravity changes quietly!

Minamoto Kiyotaka and Dante suddenly flew up and lay on the ceiling of the box in a daze. At the same time, the small table in the middle of the box collapsed into the floor, and the snacks and drinks exploded like sweet fireworks!

Ahriman flapped his wings in fear in his cage, and the suitcases around him floated up like hydrogen balloons, constantly hitting his residence.

Amid the teeth-grinding sound of metal friction, the walls around the compartment protruded inward with huge arcs, as if a pair of invisible hands were clenching little by little, trying to squeeze the compartment like a can!

The air in the carriage was extremely thin, and Minamoto Kiyotaka's lungs collapsed, and his face turned purple. Dante's physique was obviously more solid and stable, and he even had enough strength to flip up from the ceiling against gravity, exhaling and shouting: "Latan! I swear I will never peek at you writing your diary again! Stop now!"

"I'm trying!"

Latan's red hair fluttered like flags in the chaotic gravity, the blood vessels under his skin squirmed like little snakes, his rock-like muscles bulged high, and his arms holding up the gravity emblem trembled constantly - it was devouring magic power at a high speed!

"Give it to me!" Latan's eyes reflected the purple light of the gravity emblem, and his skin was as red as blood. "Stop!"

As if blessed, in this short moment, Latan's eyes penetrated the gravity emblem and saw the magnetic field and energy that spread among all things, from the tiniest virus to the most intelligent human, to the giant blue whale, expanding to this vast blue ocean, sinking to the deep and broad earth and mountains, and suddenly rising to the outer space of the universe -

Looking at... this little planet.

Land! Land! Land!

I have seen it burn with my own eyes.

Consciousness slammed into his body, and Latan trembled all over. The gravity emblem between his hands collapsed and turned into flying dark purple light spots, disappearing into the air.

The earth's magnetic field took over the carriage again, and strong winds blew in through the broken windows, filling the extremely thin air in the carriage.

Dante landed on the ground as swiftly as a cat, holding the collar of Minamoto Kiyotaka in his hand. The boy, who was prettier than the girl, breathed greedily, and the purple color on his face gradually faded.

"I'm sorry." Latan apologized immediately and used magic to repair the broken things around him one by one. "I just suddenly had an inspiration and wanted to experiment..."

"Please tell us in advance next time." Minamoto Kiyotaka complained, holding his hair that was once again loose with both hands, "I saw the Sanzu River just now. Or you can just target Dante, I have no objection."

Dante rolled his eyes. “I should have just let you fall to the ground.”

It was not until Latan promised Professor Dumbledore's chocolate frog card that he would never try any magic again that they sat back in their seats with satisfaction, but no matter what they did, they kept one eye on the red-haired giant.

Latan put away all the books, leaving only the parchment with the gravity emblem drawn on it. He wrote down everything he had just seen on the small table in the box, and recorded in detail the impact of the relative position of the gravity emblem on the surrounding environment.

The gravity emblem will emit magic power from the top and bottom. The upper one will make objects float, and the lower one will make objects sink. At the same time, a huge gravitational force will be generated in the center of the emblem, pulling all objects from all directions towards it.

Even something as solid as a car body would be deformed by this gravitational force.

This is the power of magnetic field!

So, if this emblem starts to rotate three-dimensionally with the center point as the axis...

The rotation of the magnetic field would surely create even more terrifying destructive power, right?

Since the model of magnetic lines of force can be transformed into a magic emblem, what about other physical models?

After writing down this guess on paper, Latan decided to give it an experiment when he had the chance. As for now... the gravity emblem consumed too much magic power and physical strength. For the first time, the red-haired giant felt such heavy fatigue and sleepiness.

Take a break first.

Like a train running on tracks, the sun slowly crosses the sky along a fixed trajectory that has been in place for billions of years, hiding its face behind the hills little by little. The fierce temperature begins to become warm and pleasant. When the last purple-red sunset disappears, the cold darkness begins to envelop the earth.

"The train will arrive at Hogwarts in five minutes. Please leave your luggage on the train and we will take it back to your dormitory." The shrill voice echoed in the carriage.

Latan took off his sunglasses, folded them and put them in his pocket. He looked up and saw that Dante had the Rebellion Greatsword on his back without using any straps or equipment, as if his back was a magnet.

"How do you hold it in place?"

Dante slowly waved his hands: "Magic~"

Then, on his way out, he was nearly pinned in the middle of the door frame by the rebel greatsword.