My Little Pony: Another World Adventure

In front of the main entrance of Hogwarts Castle, Latan looked down at the smiling Gandalf and felt an inexplicable pain in his right eye.

This old guy is really haunting us. It seems like he wants to get involved in everything. Even the last time Night City and the Ministry of Magic reached a cooperation so quickly, this grey-robed wizard was behind Deputy Minister Umbridge.

"Speak." Latan crossed his arms and looked down at Gandalf, who was only as tall as his waist. "What is your great will of mercy going to do with you, a mouthpiece?"

The gray-robed wizard was not angry. The smile on his old face was full of kindness. "Child, I know you are anxious to meet your mother, but don't be in a hurry. I just want to have a brief chat with you... Do you still have the magic ring from the Evil Eye Tower with you?"

Latan said nothing, and directly untied the Book of Magnus that was hanging on a lead-locked gold chain around his waist. He opened the mithril cover in his palm, and the parchment pages covered with dense handwriting fluttered without wind, as if flying endlessly, and finally stopped on one of the pages. The handwriting that was transformed into a spell in two dimensions by magic rose up and turned into a heavy gold ring engraved with Gogothic characters.

"Yes, that is it." Gandalf reached out and grabbed the ring. "The power of rebellion is reviving, and this ring is his only source. Please allow me to study its composition carefully, so as to find a way to destroy it-"

"and many more."

Latan clasped his five fingers together, and the Book of Magnus pressed the ring back into the pages with a "bang". The wind almost blew Gandalf's hat away, and also made the wrinkled hands of the gray-robed wizard stiff in the air.

The Red Lion said slowly, "Since it is such an important thing, if you borrow it and accidentally lose it, wouldn't it be very difficult to deal with it? Since it is difficult, let's just not do it. Just leave it to me and let me study the connection between it and Horus."

Gandalf's eyes widened slightly. "You don't trust me as a servant of the merciful Great Will?"

"Yes, what's wrong?" The Scarlet King raised his chin arrogantly, "Do you have the guts to kill me? Do you dare? Are you worthy?"

Latan had already begun to doubt Gandalf's true purpose. He was the first one to appear after he received the ring. It was also he who told him that Horus appeared in Mongolia. Now it was also he who came to him to ask for the ring.

Magnus dared to bet his own spine. If there was no instigation and planning of the "Great Will of Mercy" behind it, he would be willing to let the wolf break his back again and let the Valkyrie bloom a flower of corruption on his back.

Gandalf seemed helpless: "You, child, have learned nothing else, but your character is as stubborn as 'him'... Forget it, I'll leave the ring to you for safekeeping. But you must remember that only by destroying it can you completely put an end to Horus."

"Would the Wolf God be so foolish as to link his life to a ring that he casually gave away? Stop insulting my wisdom in front of me, Gandalf." Latan hung the Book of Magnus back on the lead lock on his waist. He looked at the gray-robed wizard who was thinking, "If everything is fine, you can leave."

Gandalf came back to his senses from his thoughts and smiled a little embarrassedly: "Actually, there is one more thing..."

Latan snorted heavily. "I knew it... Never mind. I have enough things on my hands right now. One more bad debt won't hurt. Go ahead."

"The elves who have been hiding in the Golden Forest of Lothlórien for thousands of years believe that under the threat of the Evil Eye Tower, it is time to put aside the racial rift between humans and elves and join hands to resist the Dark Lord." Gandalf said, "The Elf Lord Celeborn has chosen you as a partner and hopes to negotiate the details with you through an envoy. Even the dwarves in the Lonely Mountain-"

"Stop." Latan's eyes suddenly became sharp. "You mean, I want to unite these inhuman aliens to deal with my brothers? Are you kidding, Malcador?"

Gandalf's expression remained unchanged, as if he had not heard Latan's sudden change of address to him. "You must unite all the forces that can be united. This is your unshirkable mission, child."

Recalling the scene when the middle-aged man in black robes told him the mission in person, Latan suppressed his dissatisfaction with Gandalf's unauthorized alliance with non-human races and asked: "What did you say about the dwarves?"

"The dwarves... cough... in the words of these little guys: 'Red-haired Strider is a damn skilled man! He can even create a super iron forger. My penis is erected just by seeing it!'" Gandalf imitated the rough tone of the dwarves vividly. "Anyway, after these little guys found out that you went to America, they kept clamoring to see with their own eyes how you forged metal, otherwise they would record me in the book of hatred. I really couldn't resist these guys with beards longer than people, so I had to agree."

Latan pinched the bridge of his nose. “Don’t tell me these dwarfs are coming here on their short legs.”

"Ah, not really," said Gandalf, with a wry smile, "but ... they are here."

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"Your hormone levels tell me that you're in a bad mood right now." Marenia sniffed and raised her aimless face to the gloomy Latan, "Has something bad happened again?"

In the newly reopened Madam Malkin's robe shop, the plump Madam Malkin measured Reinara's body size with a magic measuring tape while nimbly selecting fabrics suitable for the Red Lion's biological mother. Latan and Marenia sat on the soft sofa nearby, and the Valkyrie ate a strawberry sundae bought from Florin Fosco's ice cream shop, her two artificial feet swaying gently, so vivid that it was almost impossible to tell that they were spliced ​​together later.

Latan was silent for a moment, then gently placed his hand on Marenia's head. "There's always more to say, and you can never have too much time to spend with your family. I'm fine, I just don't like people interfering with my plans. How's the sundae? I didn't know you liked strawberry flavor."

"You...always like to play the hero and take everything on your own shoulders." Marennia leaned sideways and rested her little head on Latan's body. She and his red hair were entangled and melted together, and it was impossible to tell them apart. "Although you are handsome like this, family members have to share responsibilities. I can tell even if you don't say it. Is it because of those dwarves?"

Outside Madam Malkin's robe shop, in the town in front of the academy which was becoming increasingly bustling due to the large number of students' parents, dozens of dwarves sang labor songs praising mountains and stones with thunderous voices, and threw stones larger than ordinary people that were transported from Lonely Mountain back and forth. They drank dwarven liquor and brandished short-handled sledgehammers. A solid and heavy building full of Lonely Mountain style rose from the ground at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even the plaques on the left and right sides of the gate were carved.

On the left side is written in English: Lonely Mountain - Moria Tunnel - College Gate Town Mineral Sales Office.

On the right is written in Dwarven: The craftsmanship of the red-haired Strider is really amazing!

Latan was really glad that Dwarven was a minority language even for wizards, otherwise the plaque on the right and the exclamation mark three inches deep into the stone at the back would become his black history in the town in front of the academy.

Marenia understood the dwarven language engraved on the stone. She smiled and scooped up a spoonful of cream with strawberry jam and handed it to the depressed Latan: "Actually, this is quite good. Maybe after you conquer the world, this will become an interesting anecdote for you, the king of the world."

Latan swallowed Marennia's cream in one gulp and sighed, "Conquer the world? I have conquered thousands of worlds in the galaxy. I am very tired, but I cannot rest, just like I cannot stop sealing the starry sky when I was at the border, because no one else can take on this responsibility except me."

“Like Uncle Ben from Spider-Man, whom you met in Manhattan, said…” Marenia tilted her head slightly, “With great power comes great responsibility.”

"Having the ability but ignoring the responsibility is the devil who harms the world." Magnus smiled, "But I, the Red Devil, have a heart that wants to be a hero. Haha, I am so hypocritical."

Marenia whispered, "I think you are amazing, I have always..."

Her voice was so soft that even Latarn couldn't hear it clearly. The Broken Star Red Lion tilted his head and asked, "What was it before?"

The Valkyrie stuffed a spoonful of strawberry sundae into Latan's mouth with a sharp stabbing gesture and said firmly: "You heard it wrong."

"But I clearly——"

Madam Malkin poked her head out from behind the thick canvas curtain of the dressing room and greeted him enthusiastically, "Mr. Magnus, the samples for your mother's dress are ready. Come and have a look!"

Latan stood up from the sofa with a jerk, almost making a hole in the ceiling with his head. He rushed to the door of the dressing room in two steps and watched eagerly as Madam Malkin lifted the curtain like a magician revealing a secret.

Lena sat in a wheelchair. Although she had regained consciousness, she was still unable to completely get rid of the wheelchair due to years of bed rest. She was no longer wearing the plain white clothes she used to wear. She was wearing a dark blue dress with wide sleeves that fit her increasingly weak body. The drooping fabric was gathered by dark gold pendants, flowing without looking messy. Two bright red ribbons fell from the layered collar to both sides of her body, adding a bit of fiery warmth to this cold-colored outfit.

Her smooth black hair was tied into a graceful bun. Her face, which embodied the definition of "beauty" better than the marble sculpture "Venus de Milo", smiled awkwardly at her son. Even though she was confined to a wheelchair due to supernatural exhaustion, her moonlight-like cold temperament was still like that of a queen sitting on the throne.

The Full Moon Queen of Kalia finally regained some of her original form.

"How is it?" Reinara looked at Latan with wide eyes anxiously, and repeatedly kneaded the corner of his clothes with his dry hands that were only a layer of skin left. "Is the way I look now... too ugly?"

Latan glared at Madam Malkin seriously. "Give my mother ten more sets of the same style. Use the best and most expensive materials. I want my mother to be as beautiful as she is today every day."

Madam Mokin, who was a little nervous at first, was suddenly overjoyed: "Okay!"

"Wait!" Reinara hurriedly called Madam Malkin and looked up at Latan and said, "One set is enough, son. You have worked hard to earn your money. I am very happy that you still care about me, an incompetent mother. You should keep this money for yourself..."

Latan said without hesitation: "Mom, if I don't spend my money on you, should I spend it on that crazy Ladagon?"

"Actually, you can buy a whole set of this dress." Marenia emerged from Latan's thick red hair, which was like a cloak. "There are also a lot of things to buy, such as casual clothes, formal clothes, winter clothes, summer clothes, underwear, etc. Brother, you can't let our mother wear the same clothes all year round, right?"

"That makes sense." Latan nodded seriously, bent down to high-five Marenia, and said to Madam Malkin, who was laughing so hard that her eyes were almost invisible, "Come to think of it, our mother doesn't have any jewelry like earrings, necklaces, and bracelets. Madam, please buy them as well."

"Oh, it's nothing troublesome, it's just a side job!" Madam Malkin fiddled with the magic measuring tape eagerly. "Madam Lenara, the first time I saw your sons, I knew that you were destined to enjoy a happy life. Look at how filial these two children are."

Reinara shook her head guiltily: "Latan... I owe this child too much..."

Madam Malkin ran back and forth between the cloths on the wall, using her wand to take down long pieces of cloth woven with magic, and said casually, "Well, we are a family, there is no such thing as owing anything to each other."