My Little Pony: Another World Adventure

The bell tower's battle horns slowly rose from the sky, the shoulder armor on both sides of the Sovereign closed and merged towards the center, the closed hatchway opened again, and the various areas separated on the two shoulders finally reconnected.

The Pure Originium Reactor increased its output, and waves of heavy particles escaped from under the castle. The land under the Sovereign was easily compressed like tofu dregs, and alchemy transformed the soil at the bottom that was compacted by the gravity wave into a steel base of the same weight.

The dark demon closed his eyes and sank into the ground in the surging waves of earth, turning into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

A few hundred meters away was the half-blood Cassel. Ange looked at the dark Gothic castle standing on the ground in awe and said to Dumbledore: "Even as advanced animals, humans are still afraid of things that are much larger than themselves. Even for me who has faced the Dragon King, it is difficult not to be shocked by this spectacular sight."

Dumbledore nodded helplessly. Magnus's power level was far beyond what he had imagined. When he went to Germany to ask Gregorovitch to recruit Ratan, he never thought that the red-haired half-giant would... No... Magnus could be anything, but definitely not a half-giant.

"The whole town has been dragged here." Angers looked at the town in front of the academy where the foundation was being buried. "Every time I see young people making such outstanding achievements, I feel that I am too old to keep up with the times. Albus, how about letting Mr. Magnus come to my Kassel Academy to study for a year or two? I'll get on with him and say hello to him later. Maybe the heads of the four dragon kings will be on my desk the next morning."

Dumbledore said sternly, "Do you think I can arrange for Magnus to go to school?"

Ange looked at the white wizard carefully and said, "It's true that he doesn't look like him."

"That's it," said Dumbledore. "Unless Latan himself intends to enroll in your Cassel College, no one can control him, not even me."

"What a pity..." Ange sighed, "In fact, the Japanese boy next to Magnus - I remember his name is Minamoto Kiyotaka, right? It's good that he can come to Kassel to study. I see the side of an old friend in him..."

Professor McGonagall came over with a letter: "Headmaster."

Ange and Dumbledore turned back at the same time: "What's wrong?"

"...I'll look for a headmaster who knows magic." Professor McGonagall shook her head seriously at Ange, who looked disappointed, and handed the letter to Dumbledore. "This is a notice from the Magical Congress. The current president of the Congress welcomes the arrival of Hogwarts, and also hopes that Hogwarts will not squeeze out the new student quota of Ilvermorny (American wizard school) every year."

"Oh, not allowing a school to recruit new students is equivalent to breaking the inheritance." Ange said to Dumbledore who was reading the letter with a smile, "It seems that your connections in the Congress are not very useful. As soon as the school was established, the Magic Congress was eager to send you back to Britain. Do you want me to help you to ask for favors from the government?"

(Note: Dumbledore was born in 1881, Ange was born in 1878, and the headmaster of Hogwarts is three years younger than Headmaster Castle.)

"You're already over a hundred years old, why are you still trying to take advantage of your seniority?"

Dumbledore glanced at the childish Ange, folded the letter and put it away, then said to Professor McGonagall, "Minerva, please write a letter for me to Headmaster Fontana of Ilvermorny. Tell him that I sincerely invite all the teachers and students to come to Hogwarts for the Christmas dinner to maintain the academic relationship between the two schools. After all, the founder of Ilvermorny graduated from Slytherin College of Hogwarts."

Ange showed a cunning smile: "Brother Albus, are you planning to take this opportunity to establish your authority?"

"What nonsense are you talking about, Brother Ange." Dumbledore blinked, looking innocent, "I just want them to recognize their ancestors and return to their roots."

With Professor McGonagall's face as stern as wood, the two old foxes who kept talking nonsense smiled at each other: "Hehehe..."

With a click, Colin ran towards the wrought iron gate of Cassel Academy waving the photo, "Principal!"

Ange asked kindly, "What's the matter, little friend?"

"...I'm looking for a headmaster who can do magic." Colin walked around the dejected old gentleman and showed Dumbledore the photo of the two headmasters of the two colleges. "Hehe, Headmaster Dumbledore, do you look handsome in the photo I took of you? Do you look cool and dashing? Do you look intimate?"

In the photo, Colin used a clever angle to photograph Dumbledore and Ange, creating the angle where the domineering white wizard falls in love with the pure half-blood. This photography technique is truly amazing.

Dumbledore smiled, "Mr. Creevey, I swear you would make an excellent Daily Prophet reporter. But photographs?"

Colin was confident of victory: "Headmaster, you don't want Professor Grindelwald to know that you and Mr. Ange are having an affair, right? Then what is my homework for the next six years...eh?"

Staring at his empty palms, Colin was dumbfounded: "Where are my photos? No, why is my camera gone too?!"

"As an old wizard, it is normal for me to be able to cast spells silently and without a wand." Dumbledore said with a smile, "This is the Vanishing Charm, Mr. Creevey. If you don't want to be locked up for half a year, please write a ten-foot-long Vanishing Charm essay and hand it in to me before next Friday. Oh, by the way, don't let Mr. Magnus write it for you. I can recognize the difference between your handwriting and his."

Looking at Colin, who looked like he had lost his parents, Professor McGonagall said, "I don't think this is appropriate, Albus."

A glimmer of hope instantly ignited in Colin's eyes, and he looked up at the head of Gryffindor pitifully: "Granny McGonagall..."

Dumbledore was surprised by the usually strict Professor McGonagall's plea: "Minerva?"

"Mr. Creevey still owes me four abstracts on Transfiguration and two basic principles." The light in Colin's eyes dimmed with every word Professor McGonagall said. "I think Mr. Creevey should finish my homework first, and then complete the paper you assigned, otherwise he will be in detention for a whole year."

After she finished speaking, she walked towards Hogwarts, leaving Colin, who had failed to gain anything but the rice, standing there stiffly as if he had been petrified.

Dante, who arrived a step late, pointed at Colin and laughed mercilessly, "Is it comfortable for you to be a paparazzi now? Let's see if you can control your desire to take secret photos in the future! Oh, there is one more thing, Principal——"

Ange looked over expectantly.

Dante glared back, "I'm looking for a principal who knows magic!"

Dumbledore asked the disappointed Ange, "Why do you care so much about my students?"

"Come on, brother, your school has moved to the edge of Kassel. We are brother schools, right?" Angers sighed. "My vice-president is a pervert who likes to stare at female students in swimming class. The professors in the school are either psychotic or have holes in their brains. The students are either murderers or problem children. I also want to experience the feeling of being called the principal by young kids."

"I share your opinion about your school's vice-president and professors, but students..." Dumbledore paused meaningfully, "Mr. Sparta, what do you want from me?"

"Do you have any recommendations for books about demons?" Dante said with a smile on his face. "I want to study how to cripple those little bastards and turn them into living weapons, and use their power to kill more demons! Hehe, I want to see if the demons killed by the demons will cry and piss like a kid whose toes were stepped on!"

Dumbledore gave Ange a complicated look.

Ange patted Dumbledore's shoulder with empathy.

it is more than words.

Minamoto Kiyotaka came over: "Principal."

Ange took two steps to the side expertly and said to Dumbledore, "Looking for you."

"…I'm looking for a principal who can study Word Spirits." Minamoto Kiyotaka said to the surprised Angers, "Although my age is not up to the admission standard of Kassel Academy, I sincerely hope to enter your school to study for a period of time. My mastery of Word Spirits is too low, and I will definitely make great progress through your school's systematic Word Spirit major. I hope the principal will help me."

Ange was as happy as a child who received a Christmas present. "No problem, baby! Don't worry, although Professor Cassel is a little mentally ill, they are definitely the best in the profession! Yuanjun, there is no time to lose, let's go to choose courses now, I think it would be better to put you in that class..."

Dumbledore was stunned: "Aren't you going to ask for my opinion?"

"What can I do if you don't agree? He is Mr. Magnus's friend!" Ange rolled his eyes at Dumbledore. "Come on, Gen-kun, ignore this old guy. I'll take you to meet Professor Masashi Toyama and let him show you around the campus. That will definitely be fine."

Minamoto Kiyotaka was dragged away by Ange. Dumbledore withdrew his helpless look and said to Dante, "Books about demons are all in the restricted section of the school library. I'll write you a permit later. You can show it to Madam Pince and she will let you in. Where's Mr. Magnus? Why didn't I see him come out?"

"The red-haired monster and the skull-faced man went to study classical Chinese, saying that they wanted to use some Feng Shui to locate the location of the shadow tree. He also had to appease the jealous golden-haired muscle girl. When I came out, I saw that he had written a book. What was it called..." Dante scratched his head, "'Emperor's Shocking World'?"