My Little Pony: Another World Adventure

Sunday, January 1992, 12.

Snow was falling outside the window, and a thin layer of ice was spreading on the glass. The low hum of engines could be heard from afar on the street, accompanied by a few dragon roars, which made this winter morning even more quiet.

until--

The alarm clock began to roar. This little thing made of scrap metal and defective parts had a surprisingly loud voice. Once it started ringing, it had an aura that it would not stop until it broke itself into pieces. Its two short legs ran back and forth on the small machine tool like a crab, being both mean and noisy.

On the single bed next to the machine tool, under the thick quilt, a small hand wrapped in a pink polka dot long-sleeved pajamas stretched out, groped for the wrench that had been casually thrown beside the pillow the night before, and smashed it hard at the alarm clock.

The alarm clock dodged and the wrench brushed past it and hit the windowsill, but the ringing sound was still loud.

The little girl in the quilt turned over and covered her head with a pillow. The alarm sounded like a magic sound piercing her brain, ignoring her defense. If anger could be materialized, then the red bar on her head would definitely rise at a rocket-like speed. Just as the alarm clock played another noise in the tune of "Ode to Joy", she suddenly sat up from the bed, pulled out her wand and roared: "Smash to pieces!"

The alarm clock exploded with a bang, turning the table into metal fragments. The girl stared at the calendar on the wall at the foot of the bed for a while, then suddenly remembered something. She jumped out of bed, stepped over the gears and metal plates scattered on the floor in her slippers, and staggered into the bathroom.

Today is a big day, Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is coming to compete with Hogwarts!

The girl bit the rubber band, and used both hands to gather her long red hair into a ponytail behind her head and tied it up. She scooped a handful of cold water from the tap and splashed it on her face. She shuddered hard, and the remaining sleepiness disappeared instantly, and she woke up all of a sudden. She looked up at her wheat-colored face with freckles on her nose in the mirror, and waved her fist aggressively: "Teach them a lesson, Ginny Weasley!"

"Sweethearts! Come down for breakfast!" Mom's voice boomed up from the kitchen downstairs, full of energy and more penetrating than the alarm clock.

Her brothers' responses came one after another outside the room. Ginny brushed her teeth hurriedly, picked up the horse oil moisturizer used by her mother and smeared it on her face. Although she considered herself an engineering girl, she still couldn't relax when it came to skin care, especially in winter, otherwise her face would be cracked by the cold.

She rubbed her cheeks and ears and said to herself, "I seem to be becoming more and more like Latarn."

"There is an old Chinese saying: Appearance is determined by the heart. The original meaning of this saying is that the soul will affect the appearance." Lani's illusory face appeared on the side of her face. This god who had abandoned his body and Ginny's heart were one. "The closer your connection with me is, the more your appearance will be similar to the body I once had, and naturally you will be like my brother."

Ginny squinted at Princess Xingyue and said, "My powerful Highness, Lady Renara, can't you create a body for yourself? Now I'm not sure whether I should call Lady Renara Auntie or Mom."

Lani smiled and pointed out the girl's thoughts: "Don't you want my mother to be your 'mother' in another sense?"

"Shut up!" Ginny's face turned redder than her hair, like a ripe tomato.

"Ginny! Ron is already downstairs, what are you still doing in your room?" The voice of her biological mother Molly came like a death warrant.

"Coming!" Ginny shouted. She untied her ponytail and braided her hair into two stiff pigtails, took off her pajamas and stuffed them into the schoolbag on the side of the small machine tool. Hogwarts arranged for students to return to school on Sunday afternoon, but she had to go back early today to carefully adjust the work she had spent more than a month polishing before the people from Ilvermorny came.

After putting on her neat and tidy school uniform, Ginny bit her wand and hopped on one foot to tie the laces of her boots. The wind from the door blew the thick blueprints on the small machine tool. There was a line of scribbled handwriting on the sulfuric acid paper: "Innovative single-soldier curved wing system based on magic alchemy technology and the overall tactics of the Grey Knights".

She jumped up and sat sideways on the handrail of the stairs, sliding down from the second floor to the first floor. Before she could even stand firmly, she heard Fred's nasty voice: "When did we get such a red-haired dwarf?"

As the youngest child and only daughter of the Weasley family, Ginny was much shorter than her brothers. After all the students had strengthened their bodies significantly by overcoming the Mad Dragon virus, Ginny, who was protected by the spirits of gods and was not affected by the virus, was like a bench mixed into a high-back chair compared to her brothers.

Ginny squinted her eyes and looked at Fred: "When did we get such a gorilla?"

"Hey!" George shouted in dissatisfaction, holding his teacup, "How come you're shooting a map cannon!"

As they spent all their spare time in the forge, the twins Fred and George, who were originally thin and tall, quickly became strong, with broad shoulders and back, thick arms and waist, and eight-pack abdominal muscles exposed when they lifted their clothes. According to unreliable information (most of which came from Ron's hearsay), there were a lot of girls chasing them and making them bleed.

"That's right." Fred picked up a scone with a smile, "If we are orangutans, then Charlie must be a red buffalo? And it's medium rare."

The second Weasley son poked his head out from behind the newspaper and said helplessly, "That's enough, you two."

Charlie Weasley, the second oldest of the seven Weasley siblings, inherited his mother Molly's physique, being the shortest and strongest among the brothers, with a broad chin like a good man and an exceptionally thick chest, like a brick wall. As a professional dragon trainer, he originally worked in Romania, dealing with Norwegian Spinosaurus or Australian White Eyes every day, with brown scars on his arms and face from dragon fire, no wonder Fred said he was medium rare.

"Are you going hunting today, Charlie?" George asked. "Please bring the Thunder Wolf back with you. We are running low on materials for the forge."

Since the monsters created by the time traveler Tianhuilong have extremely strong reproductive abilities, in order to limit the monsters' activities to the mountainous and forested areas around Hogwarts, not only will the school arrange 50 minutes of free hunting time during physical education classes, but the Hunter's Guild in the town in front of the college will also issue hunting missions to hunt monsters.

Charlie has a set of MK III Expedition Magic Armor produced by the Primaris. The iron-gray armor is covered with the scales and bones of the horned dragons he hunts, which is particularly majestic. He is good at using a sledgehammer and can quickly formulate hunting plans based on his experience in taming dragons. He can quickly destroy prey with an unstoppable attitude like a rolling stone, and other hunters in the Hunter Guild gave him the nickname "Landslide".

"Not today." Charlie's voice was low and slow, as if every word was carefully considered. "A few days ago, Magnus and Kratos had a fight in the hunting area my team is responsible for. The terrain there has completely changed. I have to redraw the map and make a plan. Before I finish, you can only go to the guild to post quests and ask hunters in charge of other hunting areas to help you hunt Thunder Wolf Dragon."

"The Thunder Wolf Dragon is very handsome. It would be nice if I could raise one." A steady yet energetic voice came from behind Ginny. Her face was held and rubbed by two slender hands. "Good morning, girl."

Ginny shook her head and used her two pigtails to hit the two hands back. She turned her head and glared at the person behind her: "Bill! I'm not a child anymore!"

"Hahahaha! Only children would rush to deny the fact that they are children, sister."

Bill Weasley, the eldest of the seven siblings, had been a Gryffindor prefect like Charlie and Percy, but he was much more casual than them. His hair was longer than Ginny's, and it was not tied up at the moment, but casually draped behind his neck. He also had fan-shaped metal earrings on his ears, and he wore leather jackets, leather pants, and leather boots all year round, exuding a coolness from the inside out.

He graduated from Hogwarts as an excellent student five years ago and chose to work as a curse breaker in Gringotts in Egypt. It was not because of how high the salary was (although it was very high) or how exciting the job was (although it was very exciting). Just getting a glimpse of the historical traces of the ancient magical kingdom standing among the yellow sand and oasis from the relics and magical artifacts left by the Egyptian wizards made him feel extremely satisfied.

When he learned that his family was moving to the United States with Hogwarts, he and Charlie quit their beloved jobs and rushed over immediately. Just like Charlie didn't expect that he would change from a dragon trainer to a dragon hunter, Bill didn't expect that he would change from a curse remover to a spell caster.

Since the town in front of the college implements an open policy, Bill's main job is to cast curses on various public facilities in the face of evil spirits pouring in from all over the United States to prevent benches, telephone booths, trash cans, manhole covers and other things from being stolen, robbed or destroyed by black people who are accustomed to buying things for free.

"Does anyone want to go to the library of Kassel College with me? I heard that those hybrids have collected a lot of papyrus authentics, most of which are unique copies." Bill sat down at the dining table and spread orange jam on the bread. "No one is talking? Okay... By the way, Charlie, can you bring back a Thunder Wolf cub--"

"Absolutely not!" said Mrs. Weasley firmly.

Bill jumped up as if a nail had been stuck in his buttocks. He took the full bowl of English curry from his mother and said awkwardly, "I was just kidding..."

Ginny, George, and Fred all laughed into their plates.

Charlie said seriously: "It's dangerous to keep a dragon at home."

Bill was helpless: "I told you I was just joking..."

"If you don't cut your hair, you'll be more dangerous than the dragon that appears in the house." Mrs. Weasley stared at Bill's rebellious long hair with a sharp light in her eyes.

Bill held his head and begged, "Mom! Can we not talk about this?"

"Okay." Bill breathed a sigh of relief, and then he heard Mrs. Weasley say, "Should you bring a girl back this Christmas?"

Bill was dumbfounded and looked for help to Charlie, who was only one year younger than him. Charlie silently put the newspaper up to cover his face, trying to erase his presence at the table.

Ginny poked Bill's waist and said, "Isn't Percy flirting with Penelope from Ravenclaw? Can't we just ask him to bring the girl back?"

Bill's face lit up: "Yes!"

"What do you mean by right? And that's not called 'hooking up'!" Percy rushed over from the living room, his tortoise-shell glasses tilted on his nose, his earlobes redder than carrots, "Penelope and I are in love, deeply in love, and love each other deeply. This love can only become a memory..."

Ginny glared at him: "If you don't know how to use ancient poetry, don't use it randomly!"

"Perhaps they are waiting for you to invite them, Percy." Bill put his arm around his third brother's shoulders and encouraged him, "Be cheerful and don't lose face. Let the little girl see the courage of us Weasley boys. Who knows, they may be able to help you take care of your children in the future."

Fred suppressed his laughter: "I think based on the current development of the two of them."

George grinned, "It's more likely that Percy will take care of the children in the future."

"Shut up, both of you!" Percy sat down, his ears still red, and tried to change the subject, "Where's Dad?"

"He was on night duty yesterday, patrolling with the new Kratos, and should be back soon." Mrs. Weasley glanced at the large clock on the wall. On the clock, where the time scale used to be, there were words like "work", "school", "mopping the floor", and there were nine hands, each representing a member of the Weasley family.