My Little Pony: Another World Adventure

Compared to the bright sunshine in the town in front of the college, the air in the castle was quite stuffy and dim. There were burning candles on every flat surface in the hall, and incense burners were hung on the beams. The smell of motor oil and incense was so strong that it made people feel slightly suffocated. It felt like floating in a colloid.

Tony began to sweat as soon as he entered the hallway. He untied his tie and collar, wiped his sweaty neck and complained, "This is too stuffy. And why is there no one here?"

"Dude, Hogwarts' enemies include demons and apostles. This is a necessary measure to prevent them from invading the castle." Dante lowered his head and looked at his watch. "The get out of class is almost over."

The doorbell rang shrilly, and the sound of classroom doors being pushed open came from all directions. The hurried footsteps quickly drowned out the silence. The noisy sound of youth dispelled the frozen dullness in this dark city. Students from the four major colleges wearing revised school uniforms appeared in the field of vision of outsiders.

Agent Smith's first reaction was... The Third Reich also has its own school?

Compared to traditional wizard robes, the revised school uniforms are more like military uniforms. The black fabric is rolled with thin edges representing the theme colors of the four major colleges. The double row of brass buttons makes the tops fit the strong and slender physique of the students who have overcome the mad dragon virus. The lower body is either long pants or knee-length pleated skirts, making them look heroic and energetic.

Because it is winter now, long boots and white gloves have become the standard equipment for students to keep warm. Some people also like to wear a short elbow-length shawl on their shoulders, but the material of this shawl is obviously taken from some huge and terrifying creatures. You can even see the scales glittering in the candlelight and the animal bones used as support.

Each student is followed by his or her own Cherubim robot servant. These winged mechanical babies are responsible for carrying bags filled with large books. They have the mark of purity branded on their bodies with sealing wax. They follow their masters with a satisfied smile on their faces while making soft hissing sounds of mechanical operation.

And when the students hurried through the hall to the next classroom and cast curious glances at the outsiders, Agent Smith truly felt... these strong boys and girls were so fucking tall!

Agent Smith is 1.87 meters tall, which is above average among Americans. However, he never imagined that he would need to look up to see the faces of students in a school, even though many of them looked even more childish than his 16-year-old son.

Dante looked particularly petite among such a group of people. He pouted and whispered, "If it weren't for my half-demon blood, if it weren't for Latan mixing the powder of the sage's blood into the food..."

Agent James raised his eyebrows. "What did you say, young sir?"

"Nothing." Dante said casually, "What else do you want to see? I'll take you there."

Agent Smith immediately said, "Where is Latan Magnus? The purpose of our visit is to meet with him."

"Not now, man," Dante refused.

"Why? We are representing the United States government—"

"It's useless even if you represent the universe government." Dante raised his chin towards the big clock on the wall of the hallway. "No matter how you think of Latan, he believes that he is a student. Since he is a student, he must study hard, and no one can stop him. If you insist on interfering with him being a good student... then I can only hope that you brothers have made a good coffin for yourself."

Agent Smith frowned. Dante's words had revealed Magnus' attitude - as long as the US government did not interfere, Magnus would be a law-abiding citizen; if the government insisted on interfering in Hogwarts' internal affairs, then the castle under his feet would stand up and fight against America.

Under his sunglasses, he looked calmly at the calm white-haired man with an eyepatch. Although Magnus's statement was considered a sign of surrender, the president's order was to assassinate this restless factor.

No matter what, Magnus must die today.

It would be best if Tony Stark, that unpatriotic playboy, could be dragged into this as well!

Agent Smith turned around: "Mr. Stark, you also want to see Ma-"

"Is this a math textbook?" Tony suddenly showed great interest in the book in the hands of a fifth-year Slytherin girl. After receiving a positive answer from the girl, he exclaimed, "You wizards also have to learn math?"

The Slytherin with pure blonde hair said shyly, "Originally, I didn't need to take it, but after the headmaster talked with General Starbreaker, he said that mathematics can enhance logical reasoning ability. It just so happened that I had always been interested in mathematics before entering Hogwarts, so I chose this elective course..."

"Oh! Your teacher is Zangief, right?" Tony approached eagerly. The fifth-grade little snake nervously hugged the Cherubim servitor in his arms. Miss Potts' eyes shot into her boss's back like a knife. "I was deeply impressed by his method of manufacturing nuclear reservoirs. I really want to sit in on your math class. Agent Smith, you feel the same, right?"

This playboy obsessed with sex... Agent Smith's eyes twitched. Tony's actions were totally beyond his expectations. But if he refused at this time, it would make his intentions very suspicious. He could only nod and agree reluctantly: "I am very interested in how your school balances the time allocation between magic teaching and ordinary subject teaching. Miss, please inform Professor Zangief and ask him to allow us to attend the class as observers."

"Okay..." The fifth-year snake used the Cherubim to cover the lower half of his face, "Please follow me."

She lowered her head shyly, her eyes met Dante's, and they both smiled slightly.

Everything was just as Latan had expected.

On the way to the math classroom, Agent James put his arm around Agent Smith's shoulders, said nothing, and tapped out a secret signal with his fingers: Don't be impatient, adjust your mindset, we still have a chance.

Agent Smith nodded slightly. Agent James was the colleague he had known the longest, and he knew how determined and steady he was, and how much he loved his country. It could even be said that as an agent, he could not trust his own family, but he would definitely trust Agent James.

The blond snake pressed the button in the middle of the elevator, and the pale blue magic light spread along the relief texture on the platform. The gears embedded in the wall rolled and moved, carrying the group to the fifth floor of the castle. The little snake continued to lead the way, through the winding corridors and up and down stairs, and even climbed a few ladders and entered a few secret doors, which made Tony, who often exercised, pant.

After all this, the outsiders didn't even know which floor they were on. Tony supported Happy, whose face was covered in sweat, and asked with his hands on his waist, panting, "Where are we now?"

Dante was calm and composed: "We are now on the first floor."

"What?" Tony was dumbfounded, "Then why don't we just come from the hallway?!"

"Because the door leading to this corridor 'cannot be opened from that side'." The blond snake said, "General Shatterstar didn't like this castle design at first, but it can effectively consume the students' overly vigorous energy and improve their spatial imagination, so it was retained."

Tony was so angry that he laughed. "Okay, okay, okay, I don't care what General Starbreaker thinks now, just tell me how far it is."

"Stop complaining, you grumbler." Miss Potts often hikes and climbs mountains. There is only a little sweat on her forehead, and her breathing is still steady. "I think this route design is quite ingenious, and I have never seen a repeated statue from the lobby to now. This kind of artistic achievement is simply amazing - ah! There is a dog!"

Miss Potts jumped directly into Tony's arms, and Mr. Stark's face suddenly showed an overwhelmed expression. A big black dog came out of the ventilation duct in the corner, shook off the dust stuck on its fur, and then transformed into a thin black-haired man with unshaven beard in full view of everyone.

"Sirius?" Dante asked in surprise, "How did you get out of the ventilation duct?"

Sirius smiled awkwardly and said, "The castle has changed so much since I was in school that I thought about redrawing a Marauder's Map, but I accidentally got lost... Let's not talk about that. Do you have anything to eat? I've been crawling around in the ventilation system all day, and I'm so hungry that I'm almost remembering my life in Azkaban."

Dante searched all over his body before he found a piece of chocolate. Miss Potts looked at Sirius who was eating it with curiosity. She asked, "Can all you magicians turn into animals?"

"What? Of course not! I became an Animagus, or an animal shapeshifter, through a ritual." Sirius turned into a big black dog in front of Miss Potts and raised his two front paws and placed them on her shoulders.

"Hey! Stop touching me!" Tony immediately inserted himself between the two of them, his eyebrows almost wrinkled together, "Don't think you can do whatever you want just because you become a dog!"

Sirius transformed into a human again, sniffing his nose habitually, which was a dog-like action. "Anyway, you just need to know that people like me are a minority among wizards. Well, I smell the braised beef in the kitchen. See you later, Dante, Ka-"

The blonde snake smiled and said, "Why don't you leave now?"

Sirius, who was given the cold shoulder, covered his chest with his hands, feeling very hurt: "Wait until my son Harry comes back..."

The blonde snake walked forward on her own, and soon they saw the sign of the math classroom after turning a corner. The little snake took off her coat at the door of the classroom, revealing a white shirt that was pushed up high by her plump chest.

Tony was enjoying the sight and asked in surprise, "Isn't this a math class? Why do we have to take off our clothes?"

"It's a math class, yes." The little snake took off his boots and handed them to the Cherubim Servitor along with his coat, and began to move his shoulders. "But Professor Zangief's teaching style is not something you can handle just by sitting behind a desk."

The door of the classroom was pushed open, and a strong smell of hormones hit the face. A giant man instantly occupied the vision of all outsiders. The bearded Soviet man with a Mohawk stood with his hands on his hips, proudly puffing out his hairy chest and criss-crossing scars. He was only wearing a pair of wrestling shorts, and his mouth was grinning, revealing two big white teeth.

"Good afternoon, Miss Vole!" the Soviet giant said in a loud voice, "Are you ready to be baptized by mathematics?!"

The blond snake held a math book in one hand, put one hand behind his back, stood with his legs crossed, and raised his flawless chin: "Ready! Professor Zangief!"

"Hahahaha!!! Great! Very energetic!" Zangief turned sideways to look at the outsiders behind the little snake, "Who are these people?"

Miss Potts found it difficult to take her eyes off Zangief's alternating trembling chest muscles. Fortunately, Agent Smith said, "We are representatives of the US government and Stark Industries. Please allow us to sit in on this math class."

Agent Smith thought he would be rejected by this fierce-looking giant, but what he didn't expect was that Zangief actually laughed out loud: "Hahaha! Xopowo (Ha La Shuo)! The more people there are in the class, the more fun it is! Come in, and remember to take off your shoes!"

The math classroom does not conform to the traditional classroom layout at all. There is not a single table or chair inside, not even a podium. If it were not for the huge sliding three-layer blackboards hanging on the front and back of this 50m x 50m room, this would be a room for physical training.

Agent Smith noticed that the ground was covered with a thick mat that would only give a slight dent when an adult stepped on it, and that the roof of the classroom was for some reason ridiculously high, as high as two or three floors of an ordinary residential building.

Several Cherubim robot servants brought stools for them, and the outsiders had just sat down at the back of the classroom when they heard a slow ticking sound coming from the loudspeakers in the classroom.