My Little Pony: Another World Adventure

"No?" The Sorting Hat said strangely, "But you are quick-witted and talented. You are the most gifted little wizard I have ever seen. What's more commendable is that you are not opposed to absorbing Muggle knowledge. You know, there are many great wizards who think Muggles are stupid. There is no doubt that Ravenclaw can help you achieve a brilliant career."

"You don't have to tempt me with these things." Latan firmly believed in his thoughts. "If I need the external environment to improve myself, it means that I don't deserve any achievements at all. Even if Ravenclaw is the most suitable for me, I will not change my original intention to go to Gryffindor."

The Sorting Hat was silent for a moment, then chuckled: "You have shown unwavering courage and determination. Congratulations, Latarn Magnus, you are a Gryffindor among Gryffindors."

When Latan heard the magic hat shout out the name to the hall, he took off the hat and returned it to Snape. He turned his head and looked at Professor McGonagall with joy, receiving her approving look.

Very good!

From today on, I am a Gryffindor!

Amid cheers and applause, Ratan strode towards the long table covered with a red tablecloth. Percy stood up and clapped vigorously. Harry and Ron grabbed both of his hands and shook them vigorously. The twins jumped over and hung on him, shouting, "Our Ratan! Our Red Lion!"

Minamoto Kiyotaka looked at the expression on the red-haired giant's face in great surprise: "Aren't you able to smile normally?"

"Because I'm so happy." Latan said jubilantly, "Okay, everyone, I need to find a seat, otherwise others won't be able to see the Sorting Ceremony. Hmm?"

Latan saw Marenia waving at him from afar, and the Gryffindors beside her all stayed away from her, as if the disabled girl was infected with plague.

Latan frowned. If they didn't even have the courage to look suffering in the face and the concern for the weak, how could they be called Gryffindors? How could they be called courageous lions?

He ignored the looks of the people around him, strode over to sit next to Marenia, took her entire brass arm in his right hand, and said, "Hello, Marenia, I'm Latan."

Marennia was obviously stunned for a moment, then she gently touched Latan's arm with her left hand, confirmed the extraordinary height of the person next to her, raised her head, and "looked" at the face of the red-haired giant with her eyes that disappeared under the scars, and said quietly: "I am Marennia. Latan, you are not a human, right?"

"Yes, I am a half-giant." Latan said frankly. If the disabled girl in front of him had the courage to show her disabled body to everyone, then why couldn't he look directly at the bloodline in his body that disgusted him?

From Marlenya, Latan understood what true courage was.

That is to face your own shortcomings.

If he can't understand such a simple truth in the face of such an obvious example, then the thousands of books he has read over the years must have been wasted.

Marennia smiled slightly, her smile was like a blooming Lycoris radiata, beautiful yet carrying a deep breath of death, as if she would board Charon's ship at any time and cross to the other side of the Styx.

She said, "Can I know what you look like?"

Latan looked at her open hands and realized that this was how Marenia perceived the world. He immediately bent down, took her palms and placed them on his face, saying, "No problem."

Marennia very carefully caressed Latan's eyes, nose, eyebrows, cheeks, lips... The distance between them was so close that Latan could even feel her gentle breathing, just like the embracing lovers described in the book.

She whispered in Latarn's ear: "I am not a time traveler, but I am not a human either."

For no apparent reason, Latan felt a strong chill, as if a mysophobic patient saw a rotting corpse. Every letter uttered by the girl was like a maggot crawling on his bones. A rage erupted from the bottom of his heart like a volcano, but was immediately suppressed by his cold reason.

Why did she know about the time traveler? Why did just hearing her voice make me lose control of my emotions?

“Sure enough…” Marennia held Latan’s face in her hands, “looking” at his surging eyes, her bloodless lips curled into a faint smile, “You and I come from the same…”

"What are you two doing?!"

Ginny put her hands on her hips angrily, her gray-green eyes widened like bells. It was strange that a little girl with baby fat on her face could be so like a raging lioness.

Marenia put away her smile. She tentatively stretched out her hand in Ginny's direction, but her face was facing another direction. She asked, "Miss Weasley, right? I just heard Professor Snape calling your name. Congratulations on getting your wish and becoming a Gryffindor like your brothers."

Seeing her like this, Ginny's anger suddenly disappeared by more than half. She glared at Latarn, who was completely confused, fiercely, grabbed Marennia's hand and put it on her face, saying, "Hello, Marennia. I'm sorry I yelled at you just now."

Marenia stroked Ginny's face carefully and smiled, "It's okay. I'm used to being treated like a monster."

Ginny lowered her head in shame.

Latarn looked puzzled and asked Dante, who was also sorted into Gryffindor, "Why was she angry with me just now? Why is she suddenly calm now?"

Dante put on a sophisticated attitude: "That's what girls are like, man. As long as you have a man's brain, you will never understand them. You still have a lot to learn."

"Do you have any female friends?"

"No, I was just talking nonsense." Dante said with a sad face.

Latan touched his chin, and suddenly an idea came to him: "Gen Kiyotaka is so much like a girl, so he must know more about this than us. Where is he now? I want to ask him for advice."

"He's now..." Dante looked out, "surrounded by ten - uh - twenty girls. He received at least five handkerchiefs, three lipsticks, and eight hairpins. The oldest girl seems to be an adult. There are even two or three boys. Wait, he's waving at us."

Minamoto Kiyotaka was grabbed by the clothes and collar by the enthusiastic British girls, his hair was messy and askew, and there was a bright lipstick mark on his face.

He covered the face of the boy who had just kissed him with one hand, and raised his other hand high in the air like a flagpole, waving at Latan and Dante with a look of fear on his face, and his mouth was saying "助けて! (Save me)" in Japanese.

Latan said calmly, "He seemed to be having a good time."

Dante said in astonishment: "Isn't your definition of 'happy' a little biased-"

Clang!

Dante suddenly swung out the Sword of Rebellion with both hands, and barely blocked the sharp long knife with the sword body. His light green eyes shot out a sharp look at the owner of the long knife - Virgil Sparta!

Virgil had the same face as Dante, but his white hair was combed back. He looked at Dante, who was angry, and smiled contemptuously: "Long time no see, my dear brother. You are still as weak as before."

"Killing you is enough!" Dante completely lost his usual nonchalant demeanor and roared like a lion or tiger, "You beast! Why did you kill her!"

"It's not me who wants to kill her, but the things in my head." Virgil pointed his index finger at his temple. "Since killing a person can gain great power, there is no reason for me not to accept it, right?"

The force that Yan Mo Dao exerted on the Rebellion Great Sword became stronger and stronger. Dante's voice and arms were shaking: "She is our mother!"

"Shouldn't she feel even more honored to be the source of my power?" Virgil looked at me with a playful look, holding the snow-white handle of the Yama Blade with only one hand from beginning to end. "As for you, a poor creature who can't even touch the edge of awakening. Why not... become the nutrients for me to gain stronger power!"

With Yamadao swinging open the Greatsword of Rebellion, Virgil stepped forward with a grim smile. Just as the white blade was about to flash, a terrifying weight like a huge mountain crushed his shoulders!

His knees were crushed to the ground, even smashing the stone bricks below. The skin on his knees was torn by the stone shards. His pupils shrank as if they were needles because of disbelief. He looked at the metal magic wand with fine purple arcs wrapped around his shoulders and the red-haired giant standing in front of him.

“Take one more step forward.” Latan held the tungsten alloy wand, his eyes faintly emitting purple light. He said calmly to Virgil, who was looking surprised, “This thing will appear in the center of your skull. Believe me, it will not be a pleasant experience.”

"Another soul killed by the sword? I don't mind playing with you--" Virgil's face was grim, but suddenly his eyes turned and he saw Professor Snape striding along the aisle. He immediately sheathed his sword and said, "Just wait, you won't be so lucky next time."

Ratan had already deducted 50 points from the time traveler in his heart. Under Ginny's worried gaze, he put away his wand, patted Dante's shoulder who was still in an offensive posture, stood up and said to the aggressive Professor Snape, "I'm sorry, sir, we shouldn't fight in public. According to Hogwarts school rules, Ravenclaw will be deducted 50 points, and Gryffindor will be deducted 100 points."

Snape was slightly startled, then his face darkened: "You are knowingly committing a crime, Magnus. Because Virgil Sparta posed a life threat to others, Ravenclaw will be deducted 100 points." He looked at Dante, "Sparta, you and Magnus will each be deducted 50 points. Any objection?"

Latan shook his head slightly.

Dante said sternly, "No."

As soon as he finished speaking, the red and blue hourglasses outside the hall, which were filled with red, green, blue and yellow gems, trembled slightly. However, since there was not even a gem at the bottom of them, Snape's punishment was almost useless.

Ratan had known this from Hogwarts: A History, so he took the initiative to determine Snape's punishment for this farce. He didn't want to be detained, and that precious after-school time should be used to supervise the time travelers and learn more knowledge.

As soon as Snape walked away, Virgil's injured knee had healed, and he said to Dante jokingly: "That's right, little brother, be a good boy. Wait to become the nourishment of my strength, just like your mother..."

He made a throat-slitting gesture to Dante and Latan, then turned back and sat down at the Ravenclaw table, holding the long knife and closing his eyes to rest.

Latan looked at him deeply, and suddenly noticed that Siegfried Avery was looking at him with heterochromatic eyes. The half-Veela brother had a faint smile on his face, as if everything was under control.

What a filthy smile, Latan thought to himself without changing his expression.

The red-haired giant pressed Dante, who was shaking with anger, into a chair, opened his diary, and wrote "can increase strength by killing people, can quickly repair the body" after Virgil's name, while whispering: "Virgil is right, you are not strong enough now."

Dante put the rebel sword back on his back and clenched his fists so tightly that his nails pierced his flesh and blood flowed from his palms. He said in a hoarse voice: "Only one of us can survive!"

"Then you must at least control your sword first."

Ratan nodded to the Weasley brothers to show that he was fine, and then said to Ginny, who was still indignant: "You may be in danger by my side, it is best to return to your brothers--"

"I won't go!" Ginny shook her head stubbornly. "That snotty guy is too much of a bully. As long as I can hit him hard in the face, I'm not afraid of any danger!"

"Then you have to hurry up and practice magic." Latan wrote "-50" under Virgil's name, then put the diary back in his arms, "Don't let your parents and brothers worry."

Latan has decided that as long as the time travelers in the notebook have a total of 500 points deducted, he will immediately take compulsory measures.

Can't fight in public? No problem, there are plenty of secret places in the castle.

Worried about the body? The Black Lake below the cliff is vast, and the giant squid will definitely not mind having an extra dinner.

As for the judicial investigation? I am an ordinary, weak first-year student. I just had some quarrels with the missing person before the incident. How could I suddenly attack and hurt someone?

Latan raised his hand expressionlessly and covered his stinging right eye.

I'm really looking forward to fighting you, Virgil Sparta.

Marennia seemed to have sensed something, turned her face towards Latan, and whispered, "Sure enough..."

As the last new student was sorted into Hufflepuff House, Professor Dumbledore stood up from the big golden chair and looked at his students with a smile on his face, as if the brief confrontation between Dante and Virgil had never happened.

"Welcome!" Dumbledore opened his arms. "Welcome everyone to Hogwarts and start a new school year! There are all kinds of opportunities for speeches. Now I just want to say to everyone - let's eat!"

A large number of delicious foods suddenly appeared on the golden plates on the four long tables, but the applause from the audience was sparse and the students' response was not enthusiastic. Everyone was secretly glancing at the red-haired giant next to the Gryffindor table.

Fighting on the first day of school is unprecedented in the history of Hogwarts.

Zheng Shilong, who was wearing a white robe, was cutting the steak on the plate with a knife and fork. He lowered his voice and asked Hu Tao beside him: "Is it him?"

Kurumi shook her head uncertainly, "I don't feel he has any connection to ghosts... I guess he's just a reckless man with extraordinary strength."

Zheng Shilong was obviously very dissatisfied with Hu Tao's answer. He snorted and said, "You are responsible for pulling him over to our radical faction. Otherwise, as the head of the Wangsheng Hall, you can just wait for your own salvation."

Walnut's face turned pale: "But according to the original book, there will still be Dementors next year--"

"You can't even control ghosts." Zheng Shilong said coldly, "Why should I believe that you can control Dementors?"

Walnut pursed her lips and lowered her head dejectedly: "I understand..."

At the Ravenclaw table, a boy with gray-blue hair, wearing shorts that exposed his white thighs, came up to Virgil and said with a sweet smile, "You'll get humiliated one day too."

"That guy is very strong." Virgil raised his right hand, and his palm, which had always been as steady as a rock, was trembling slightly at this moment.

The blow from the red-haired giant on his shoulder just now not only made him look very embarrassed in public, but the dark purple electric arc wrapped around the magic wand also seriously damaged the bones and nerves in his right half of the body.

Even Virgil, who had initially awakened his demonic bloodline, could not heal himself as quickly as he could repair flesh damage.

He said to the boy with gray-blue hair, "Scaramsey, if you were to face him, what are your chances of winning?"

"Hmm..." The gray-blue-haired boy pointed his index finger at his chin, "Probably a 90% chance of winning. After all, I'm a 'skirmisher', the god of chance."

"How shameless." A sneer came from the direction of the Slytherin table.

The skirmisher stood up straight, his eyes revealing undisguised disgust: "Wilbur Parkinson, if you don't speak, no one will think you are dumb!"

"I just can't stand some people's bragging." Wilbur Parkinson has black hair. Unlike his sister Pansy who looks like a poodle, his appearance is not outstanding, but it is more attractive.

He sneered at the soldier and said, "What? You don't agree? How about a competition to see who can kill the half-blood giant first?"

"Let's compete, who's afraid of who?" The scattered soldiers were not willing to be outdone.

“Hehehe, Latan Magnus.” Wilbur raised his right hand, and the shadow of a small black hammer appeared on the back of his hand, with two yellow halos embedded on it. “You have already found a way to die!”

Marenia's ears twitched slightly, and she said to Latan, who was chewing a whole piece of steak beside her, "There are so many people who have bad intentions towards you."

Latan gently picked up the goblet of orange juice. His face, stiffer than a corpse, showed no expression. He said calmly, "It seems that I am surrounded by travelers."