My Little Pony: Another World Adventure

As the dinner progressed, the students became more and more lively, the conversation and laughter became louder and louder, creating a peaceful scene.

"Sorry to bother you."

Latan had just finished eating four roast chickens, six pork elbows, seven turkey legs, a whole cream fruit pie, a whole bowl of vegetable salad, two liters of pumpkin juice and less than a liter of orange juice when a Hufflepuff girl came over.

She had curly brown hair, freckles on her wheat-colored skin, and dark gray eyes that emitted a "anything can be discussed" look from behind her red plastic-framed glasses. She rubbed her hands eagerly and said, "I am Elena Colt, a second-year Hufflepuff student and one of the heirs to the American Colt Company."

He is also a conservative time traveler, Latan added in his mind.

He put down the knife and fork that was too small for him, turned to Elena Colt, and asked, "So, what does the heir of an arms company want from me?"

"Of course it's business!" Elena's eyes rolled with "$" signs. "Look, you've made a lot of enemies right after you entered school. Why don't you consider getting an 8-inch Colt Python for self-defense?"

(Note: The Colt Python was born in 1955 and production stopped in 1993.)

"You're selling Muggle weapons in Hogwarts?"

Latan watched Elena pull out a revolver from under her robe like a magic trick, and took it from her curiously. It was a brutal industrial product, and even without bullets, it was quite heavy in the hand, and the dark gun body had an impressive momentum.

The downside is that it's too small. Latan can only hold the handle with three fingers, and his fingers can't even fit into the guard.

It's like an adult holding a child's toy.

Elena looked at Latan's expression and said confidently: "As long as you have the purchasing demand, I can tailor a gun for you. Whether it is size or power, it will meet your needs 100%. Of course, the price of customization..."

She rubbed her fingers together, the meaning of which was self-evident.

Latan handed the Colt revolver to the curious Ginny and said to Elena, "How many guns do you have to trade now?"

Elena immediately realized that she had met an important client. She quickly pulled out a piece of parchment from her robe and introduced enthusiastically:

"I don't have many guns with me, only seven Colt Pythons, eight M1911 semi-automatic pistols, and three AR15s - that is, M16 automatic rifles. In addition to these products produced by our company, there are also some Desert Eagles, Barrett sniper rifles, Ruger P08s, etc. You see..."

Latan carefully looked at the list of weapons on the parchment, then pointed at the price marked on it: "It's too expensive. An M1911 costs Galleons, not including the bullets. I can buy a wand with this price."

"Oh my, my big boss." Elena cried and her emotions changed smoothly. "Don't you think about how difficult it is for me to ship these things from the United States? The tariffs alone are a huge expense. You know that in the United States, only death and taxes are inevitable. So-"

Ratan raised his hand to interrupt Elena and said coldly: "I only know that reselling Muggle items is illegal in the entire wizarding world. Guess how much you will pay if I report your behavior to the Ministry of Magic's Misuse of Muggle Objects Department?"

Ginny poked her head out from Latarn's shoulder and said to Elena with a smile, "My father is the director of the Department for the Prohibition of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts. Sister, you may have to fly back to the United States overnight."

"Hey, look at what you said, I was just kidding you." Elena smiled, "How about this, how about this, I'll give you a -25% discount, and you can put this matter behind you, okay?"

Latarn said nothing, and Ginny dropped her smile.

"-40% OFF!" Elena shouted, "It's the lowest! It's already the cost price!"

Ratan ignored her and turned to Ginny and said, "Write a letter to Mr. Weasley and say -"

"Half price! Half price! I'll give you two more bullets for free!" Elena said with a sad face, "My dear little ancestor, please be merciful!"

"make a deal."

Latan stretched out his hand and grasped Elena's entire forearm, and smiled a smile that was enough to scare anyone to death: "You know I can report you to the International Confederation of Wizards and let the wizards of Britain and the United States jointly sanction your small business, right?"

Elena didn't show any joy on her face. She forced a smile and said, "Of course I know, boss. So, which one do you want?"

"Which one?" Latan chuckled, put the parchment list on the table, took out a bag full of Galleons from his pocket and threw it on the table, "Give me whatever you have. Don't forget, it's half price."

After all, it was the money Gregorovitch gave himself, so he didn't feel bad about spending it.

After paying a deposit of one-third of the total amount, Latan and Elena agreed to deliver the goods in the auditorium at breakfast tomorrow and pay the remaining amount. Looking at her dejected back as she left, Latan gently stroked the tungsten alloy wand at his waist.

If the runes on the magic engine were engraved onto the gun parts...

Will these Muggle light weapons give birth to machine souls?

This is really a direction worth studying.

Dante waited until Elena left before he spoke to Latan: "You actually made a deal with her?"

Latan asked back, “Why not?”

"Because she's a time traveler, buddy!" Dante lowered his voice and roared, "Time travelers are our enemies!"

"Only those time travelers who commit evil deeds are our enemies." Latan corrected, "If what they do is beneficial to the majority of people and can promote innovation in the increasingly pedantic magic world, then they are our friends."

"Oh, God, that's so true. What Hitler did back then was considered by most Germans to be innovations that would benefit the country." Dante sneered.

“So our role is to be a regulator, not a remover.”

Latan patiently explained to Dante, who was overwhelmed by hatred, "We can't let the bad guys go, nor can we accidentally hurt the good guys. This is the responsibility of the supervisor, not to simply kill them with one blow, but to make judgments with discrimination."

Dante said gloomily, "I will not forgive Virgil."

"Of course, just like I won't let my giant father go, just like Minamoto Kiyotaka won't let the Snake Eight Clan go." Latan put his palm on Dante's back, "We have reached a consensus on this matter."

Dante was silent for a long time, took a long breath, and then slowly exhaled.

"I'm sorry," he said. "Latan, I got carried away."

"Read more books, brother." Latan comforted him. "In your case, it's typical that you don't read enough books."

The red-haired giant's consolation was very effective, and Dante's expression became noticeably uglier.

The disappearance of the dessert on the golden plate marked the official end of the opening dinner. Professor Dumbledore stood up again, his amazingly blue eyes looking towards the silent hall.

"Well, my dear classmates, I believe you have eaten and drunk enough, and your little heads are groggy. Before you fall asleep, please forgive me for having a few more words to say to you."

There was applause from the audience. Professor Dumbledore nodded modestly to the four long tables and cleared his throat.

"First-year students, please note that no student is allowed to enter the forest area outside the school grounds. Some of our senior students should remember this even more."

Fred and George muttered something to each other, and Wilbur Parkinson snorted disdainfully.

"Also, it's the same old story again. The caretaker, Mr. Filch, has asked me to remind you that the use of magic in the corridors during class breaks is prohibited."

Latan saw Dumbledore's eyes intentionally or unintentionally glance in the direction of the various time travelers.

"Then I am pleased to introduce to you the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Gilderoy Lockhart."

Lockhart showed his standard eight-tooth smile, stood up and waved hello to the book fans who were screaming at him, his face full of intoxicated expressions, even the peach pink robe he was wearing was not as beautiful as his cheeks.

Ratan saw Professor McGonagall roll her eyes slightly, and Professor Snape looked at Lockhart as if he wanted to eat him alive. The other professors all looked very stiff, as if they were about to collapse.

Professor Dumbledore had to press his hands down repeatedly to calm the crazy Lockhart fans down, and continued, "The review of Quidditch players will be held in the second week of this semester. All students in the second year and above who are interested in joining the house team can register with Madam Hooch."

A witch with short grey hair and sharp hawk-like eyes stood up from the guest of honor seat. She nodded to the students and sat down again.

"Finally," said Dumbledore, "I wish you all a safe and happy school year."

He emphasized the word "safe and sound". Latan looked at the old man from a distance, trying to guess the meaning in those blue eyes.

The headmaster simply said in a relaxed tone: "Well, prefects of each house, please lead the students back to the common room and enjoy this wonderful evening."

Percy stood up immediately and shouted in the noisy hall: "Gryffindor first-years! Line up and follow me!"

Latan and the freshmen followed Percy out of the auditorium, while the seniors left in groups of two or three. There was a lot of yawning around, as everyone was starting to feel sleepy after eating too much.

The red-haired giant touched his stomach and found it was about eight-tenths full, which was a very healthy amount.

In the hallway, Latan saw Havana Potter, Harry's distant cousin, a time traveler, and a second-year Hufflepuff student. She lazily lay on the back of Elena, who kept pressing the calculator. The latter's sighs did not affect her good mood at all, and she squinted her eyes like a cat.

Hufflepuffs and Slytherins walked underground, while Gryffindor and Ravenclaw freshmen climbed up the marble stairs. The walls of the castle were covered with oil paintings. The people and animals in the paintings looked out of the frames curiously, and even ran into other people's frames and whispered.

Latan knew that these picture frames were cast with a permanent development spell. Unlike the pictures in the Daily Prophet that would solidify in a day or two, these oil paintings were cast with a spell using very advanced ancient techniques, preserving them for at least hundreds or thousands of years.

Just a few oil paintings are enough to show the heritage of Hogwarts and the strength of the four founders back then.

"There are many secret passages and shortcuts in the castle, and every staircase will change and move." Percy explained to the freshmen while leading the way. "If you accidentally get lost, you can ask the portraits around you, and you can usually get the correct guidance."

"What about unusual situations?" Colin Creevey asked, looking up at the castle's grand and complex interior with longing, and almost stepping into a disappearing staircase.

"Then you will be deducted house points by the professor for being late for class." Percy said seriously.

Latan saw Marenia leaping lightly over a staircase that would disappear. Her tall figure was just like a water bird strolling in a swamp without getting stained by anything. One might even subconsciously ignore that she was disabled. He couldn't help but ask curiously, "How do you know the situation under your feet?"