My Little Pony: Another World Adventure

There is a reason why the Sorting Hat differentiates the colleges to which young wizards belong.

After being inoculated with the Crazy Dragon Virus, students from the four major colleges showed completely different temperaments.

Gryffindor has a physique as strong as a lion, and his eyes reveal a ferocious desire to attack, as if he can fearlessly challenge any opponent to a battle.

Ravenclaw, with the swiftness and agility of a raven, has a deep expression that shows control of the situation. He is obviously calculating how to drag the enemy into his own battle rhythm.

Hufflepuffs are as tough and tenacious as badgers. They are united and friendly like an iron wall, leaving no doubt that they can stand firm in the face of any blow.

Slytherins are as cruel and cunning as venomous snakes. They consider themselves to be the best among men and do not care whether the means are justified. They are good at using any tricks that can bring victory.

Watching the dishes on the long table quickly disappear as the students devoured them, Latan calculated how much protein he would need to consume in a day to feed these muscle hunks. While calling out to Felyne to serve the dishes quickly, he was involuntarily surrounded by the students' parents.

"Mr. Magnus, my children often mention you in their letters—"

"Why did my Alice get stabbed less than others? Mr. Magnus, is there any hidden danger?"

"A hero emerges young, Mr. Magnus. Please consider marrying into the Faustin family..."

"Does your Faustin family have a daughter? Marry her? Mr. Magnus, look at my Tubo family--"

……

Ratan held a glass of orange juice and clinked glasses with these adults who were trying to make strong claims about Hogwarts. At the same time, he rejected all marriage proposals without hesitation, put his arm around Cassandra's shoulders and said, "Thank you for your kindness, but I just want to devote all my attention to academic research. Besides, I already have a partner, and this Miss Wallace is my girlfriend."

"I was so scared, it turned out to be her girlfriend, I thought she was engaged."

"My Alice..."

"It's okay, Mr. Magnus. Relationships can be cultivated slowly. My Faustin family—"

"Shut up, old Faustin! Your family has been an only-son family for five generations, and there is no daughter at all! Do you want your son to sell his ass?"

"My wife has a niece! Old Tubo, you are trying to sabotage me, right?!"

……

Cassandra looked at the people whose enthusiasm had not diminished at all, with an ambiguous smile on her face, and gently poked Latan's lower abdomen with her finger: "Mr. Magnus, don't you think of a way to dispel their ideas? For example...propose to me or something like that?"

The little work's calculations were loud enough to wake the dead, so Latan was happy to lend her out for some quiet time. Putting down the orange juice, the Red Lion turned around and put his hands on Cassandra's shoulders, adjusting his tone to a deep and affectionate one: "Although it's not the most suitable time, nor the most suitable place in my plan. But Cassandra, my feelings for you are uncontrollable. Are you willing to--"

"I disagree!!!"

A loud shout drowned out the noise at the scene, and the crowd suddenly quieted down, turning to look at the middle-aged man who had spoken.

The man was about thirty or forty years old, with a mature yet handsome appearance, like a cup of mellow wine that had been fermented to the right degree. He was slender and upright in a black wizard robe with green stripes, and his carefully groomed blond hair added a bit of elegance to him. Unfortunately, his gnashed teeth expression and the wand in his veiny hand turned his elegance into a butcher-like murderous look.

It’s understandable. Seeing his own cabbages being eaten by pigs, any father wouldn’t mind turning into a butcher to kill pigs.

This wizard was Pollardric Volley, Cassandra's biological father.

Before Latan could say anything, Cassandra screamed like a siren: "Don't bother with him, Latan! This guy divorced my mother a long time ago! He has no right to tell me what to do!"

Just like a stone hitting a calm water, ripples suddenly appeared among the crowd. The parents, who had just felt relieved, suddenly tensed up, fearing that Latan's proposal would be successful.

Come on, Pollardrick! If your daughter becomes Magnus's fiancée, how can my family make a strong claim to Hogwarts?

Dante nudged Carpenter with his elbow. "Dude, is it popular among you Slytherins to have parents who don't get along?"

The student union president, who was born without emotions, turned his face away.

Pollardric's handsome face twitched in pain because of Cassandra's words, "Kana (Cassandra's nickname)..."

"Don't call me that!" Cassandra's voice was so shrill that it could almost shatter the glass. "Did you consider me when you divorced my mother?! Have you ever written to me during all the years I've been studying at Hogwarts?! Apart from dropping a bag of gold coins when you visit me every month, when have you ever loved me like a daughter?!"

Everyone cast silent accusatory glances at Pollardrick. This handsome man seemed to have aged twenty years in an instant. He moved his lips and said, "Actually, I..."

"Okay, Bobby (Poladerick's nickname)." A hoarse and low female voice came with slow footsteps. A charming poisonous flower stepped on bright red high heels and walked slowly. This was a beautiful woman with light makeup on her face. She leaned on Polladerick's shoulder weakly. "Children have their own ideas. And you, can't forget your decision..."

Latan narrowed his eyes slightly. He felt a hint of weirdness from this woman, so faint that even the automatic defense system he set up in the castle did not detect it. But it was not those four things in the subspace, but something more real and concrete.

Secret society? Voodoo cult? Or...

He looked down at Cassandra: "Who is this?"

Cassandra's expression was as if she had seen a particularly stubborn and conspicuous stain on her new shoes. She squeezed out a sentence from between her teeth: "I don't know where I found this bitch."

The Red Lion saw a flash of horrifying hatred in the depths of Pollardrick's eyes, but his expression was as if he was drunk. He said meekly to the beautiful woman behind him: "You are right. We have wasted too much time here."

The beautiful woman smiled without saying a word, her eyes moving around, just like a dragonfly skimming the water and touching Latan's gaze.

Provoke me?

Latan sneered in his heart and called out with his consciousness: "Alpharius, do me a favor."

The blue-green venomous snake tattooed on the skin instantly became three-dimensional, slid down Latan's wrist to the ground, and silently climbed up to the heel of the woman's high-heeled shoes. The colorful and changing scales instantly merged with the surrounding colors. Unless someone deliberately stared at it with a Magnus-level consciousness, no one in the real universe could see the hidden venomous snake.

The beautiful woman placed a hand on Pollardrick's shoulder and left the auditorium with her nominal husband as if they were escorting a prisoner, without noticing that there was something extra on them.

The hatred for her father in Cassandra's eyes reached a shocking level, as if she wanted to shoot several holes in Pollardric's back with her eyes.

Old Faustin said impatiently like a wolf seeing fat meat: "Mr. Magnus, why don't you consider my wife's niece? Although the Faustin family is small, it is absolutely harmonious and will never let you--"

"Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Faustin, but I will not give up my pursuit of Cassandra because of this little difficulty." Latan said politely, "Well, everyone, I have fully felt your desire for the Sovereign. Now please make some space and allow me to have the honor of introducing to you a person who has made supreme contributions in the Battle of the Scottish Highlands-"

The Red Lion raised his hand, and the five-meter-wide narrow door on the side of the auditorium opened with a bang amid the roar of the hydraulic mechanism. Accompanied by footsteps as heavy as war drums, the professors in the teaching seats stood up one after another, focusing the attention of everyone in the auditorium on the approaching silver giant behind the door.

The first thing that came into people's sight was two thick cannon barrels arranged vertically in parallel and carved with golden laurel leaves, followed by a giant mechanical claw that was larger than a millstone. A twin-barreled grenade launcher was mounted under the cross-shaped claws, and the ammunition chain wrapped in black steel exuded the color of destruction. As the footsteps like war drums became louder and louder, a silver giant figure with a square and thick body like a cast iron block appeared in the flickering candlelight in the auditorium amid people's exclamations.

This was a true fighting machine, three times taller than a mortal man, and the vibrations from the ground showed its heaviness without a doubt. Its armor was so thick that even a tank would be ashamed of itself. Its huge legs connected to power lines were decorated with emblems, with a pure white sword on a scarlet background on the right and a pitch-black skull on a pure white background on the left.

As the four exhaust pipes standing side by side behind the silver giant silhouette spewed out blue flames, a knight's helmet with eyes emitting blue light appeared above the breastplate that bulged like the bow of a ship in the center of the combat machine. Through the sensors and crystal prisms all over its body, this mecha that symbolized fearlessness and indomitable spirit looked down at everyone in the auditorium.

People saw the white silk with the word "Alastor" written on it fluttering in the heat waves he radiated under the golden double-headed eagle logo in the center of the mecha; people heard the Titan-like singing "Terra", "Angel", "Hunting", "Invisible" coming from the shoulder armor engraved with the Most Holy Prayer; people looked up at his body, and he said in a hoarse voice with an electric sound: "My duty is not over yet..."

"Welcome to Elder Moody." Latan was taller than the Dreadnought, but his voice was full of admiration for the human hero. "Look! Elder Moody was seriously injured in the bloody battle with the Apostles in order to cover your retreat. But the elder's body has been connected to the system of the Dreadnought. Grey Knight Grand Master Moody has been reborn from this metal sarcophagus!"

The chest of the Dreadnought flipped upwards, revealing the remains of the legendary Auror Moody. People couldn't help but gasp as they saw that the elder's body from the chest down was filled with dense metal pipes and thick mechanical structures. The shoulders that were supposed to be connected to the arms were bitten deep into the mecha by beast-like pins. Even though the helmet and armor covered the remaining parts of Moody, people still felt the creepy pain.

"Don't be afraid. I am very satisfied with my current body." Elder Moody's hoarse electronic voice revealed a kind feeling. "I will protect you, whether it is with Aurors or Dreadnoughts - this is my eternal duty."

Professor Dumbledore raised his glass and shouted in a deep voice, "Praise Alastor!"

All the professors in the teaching seats raised their glasses together, the blood-red wine bubbling in them: "Praise Alastor!"

The people suddenly woke up from their dream and quickly picked up the food beside them that the Moody elders would never taste again. They raised their arms high and shouted in awe and admiration, "Praise Alastor!"

"Praise Elder Moody." Latan drank the orange juice in the glass and leaned over to ask, "Elder, how do you feel?"

"The burning sensation is not as strong as when I first entered the sarcophagus. I feel good now." Elder Moody looked at the young wizards who saluted him, "I can't wait to train these children..."

Latan nodded slightly: "Remember, no matter who asks, just say you are in physical education class."

"Do I look like a rookie who would slack off?" Elder Moody said with dissatisfaction, "In the past sixty years, there has not been a single day that I have not fought against dark wizards. Although I am no longer an Auror, I still retain the skills I have accumulated over the past sixty years. I remember when I captured the notorious 'Ear Eater' in Bulgaria..."