My Little Pony: Another World Adventure

There are not many things in the world that can make a man blush, but they are nothing more than three things: guns, cars, and balls.

As soon as Latan opened his suitcase, the dormitory was in an uproar.

Dante held an M1911 in one hand and a Desert Eagle in the other. The two black and white pistols spun like gyroscopes at his fingertips, and he kept simulating the sound of gunfire: "Bang, bang, bang! You're dead! Colin!"

Colin used a pillow as cover, holding a Barrett M82 sniper rifle that was taller than him, and aimed at Ratan's head with one eye closed (this was a wrong move), shouting: "I am the immortal Colin! Ace sniper!"

Minamoto Kiyotaka held a double-barreled shotgun with a sawed-off barrel, stepped over Colin's bed with a grin, and rushed towards Dante: "The first shot announces my arrival! The second shot means your death!"

As Latan held the Luger P80 elbow-action pistol, he suddenly felt a strange emotion that he could not describe. He suddenly wanted to raise his right hand 45 degrees upward and shout, "Sieg Heil!"

Fortunately, this impulse was eventually suppressed. Latan shouted to his roommates who were dancing wildly, "Alright! Alright! These guns - Qinglong, get off Dante - these guns need to be modified before they can be used! Otherwise, they are just fire sticks!"

"Yeah, if you hadn't told me I wouldn't have noticed where the bullet went." Dante is always sarcastic.

"We will become a legend!" Colin's face flushed with excitement.

"Or it could become the headline of the Daily Prophet," said Minamoto Kiyotaka, holding the double-barreled shotgun lovingly. "'Four young wizards passionately shoot each other in the dormitory. Is it because of emotional entanglement or long-standing hatred?' What do you think of this headline?"

Latan had to bring the topic back: "We don't need bullets. Or rather, one bullet is enough. I have learned a magic circle that can convert heat energy into magic power. As long as we carve it into the barrel of the gun, we can use the heat energy when the gunpowder is ignited to increase the number of bullets infinitely."

"Then what are you waiting for?" Dante stuffed the black and white guns into Ratan's hands excitedly. He was very dissatisfied with the red-haired giant's deal with the time traveler yesterday. "Hurry up and get it!"

"Yes, yes, it's really easy to carve such a complex pattern on such a small place like the gun barrel." Latan choked back sarcastically, "What are you thinking! I need a special micro-carving knife, and time, a lot of time!"

"How long do we have to wait?" Minamoto Kiyotaka asked anxiously. He didn't want to be hesitant in his fight with the half-demon anymore.

Latan calculated that it took him half a month to build the first Magic Engine at the Burrow. Although he didn't have to polish the parts one by one, he still had to send Ahriman to Diagon Alley to buy a carving knife, the efficiency of the British, and the hostility of the time travelers...

"I have good news and bad news," he said. "The bad news is you'll have to wait at least a month."

"Alas..." Minamoto Kiyotaka looked at his wand with a sad face, "It seems that I will have to continue to depend on you."

Colin quickly asked, "What about the good news?"

Latan smiled slightly, scaring the only pure-blooded human in the dormitory: "You have plenty of time to think about which gun you want to use. Oh, by the way, Colin, there is a gun that suits you better than the Barrett."

He took the big and thick Barrett M82 from Colin's arms, fumbled in the suitcase for a while, picked up a small pistol with his thumb and index finger and put it in Colin's palm: "Hummingbird pistol, an antique from the First World War, very collectible. Just take it and play with it."

Colin's eyes widened. The hummingbird pistol was not even as big as his palm. It felt like it could be blown away with just one breath.

At this moment, he heard the sound of shattering, that was his dream of becoming an ace sniper.

Dante laughed loudly, "That really suits your height!"

"Oh, shut up!" said little Colin angrily.

"When you grow taller than my legs, I will give you the Barrett." Latan promised Colin, put the sniper rifle back into the suitcase and locked it with the key.

I'm sorry, Colin, but this is for your safety. We can't appear too close to you in appearance, otherwise you will be easily targeted by the time travelers.

Latan knew that Colin was different from the other three supervisors. Colin had an optimistic brother, a warm and happy family, and a bright future to look forward to.

As for the regulators, myself included, fate has painted our future with blood, sin, and darkness.

How could I let Colin get involved in this secret confrontation with the time traveler? If he were in danger, his brother would lose his brother, his parents would lose their son, and a beautiful family would be broken... This would be too unfair and irresponsible for him.

Latan envied the happiness that Colin had, so he would never let the tragic experience that happened to him be repeated in an innocent family.

Minamoto Kiyotaka seemed to have noticed something, and while Dante was arguing with Colin, he gently patted Latan's arm and said, "You are such a gentle person."

The red-haired giant snorted expressionlessly, picked up the books needed for this morning's class from the bedside table, and said in a low tone: "Maybe."

With his hands tucked into his sleeves, Minamoto Kiyotaka laughed at himself: "I'm so envious... Even if someone like me dies tragically on the roadside, no one will feel sad or upset. They will just cover their mouths and noses and avert their eyes, as if they saw a stray dog ​​run over by a truck."

"No." Latan said seriously, "As long as I am alive, even if I only have one breath left, I will not let you die on the roadside."

Yuan Qinglong was slightly startled: "Why?"

"Because we are all stray dogs." Ratan recalled Gregorovitch's hateful and disgusted look, his voice cold but firm. "We are homeless, so we can only lick each other's fur and use our remaining body temperature to warm each other. If you die, we will bury you; if I die, you will bury me. This is the friendship between stray dogs."

He did not look at Minamoto Kiyotaka's slightly red eyes, but only glanced at the clock on the wall and said to everyone, "It's getting late, let's go have breakfast."

"Wait, I need to go to the bathroom!"

Dante trotted past Minamoto Kiyotaka and suddenly slapped the hybrid on the back, grinning and saying, "Don't think too much, just trust me."

The burning pain on his back made Minamoto Kiyotaka gasp and grit his teeth as he said, "You bastard!"

Like Latan, they are both gentle people...

"What were you talking about just now?" Colin looked at Minamoto Kiyotaka and Latan in confusion.

Latan smiled faintly: "Nothing."

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Latan's face twisted: "What is this?"

Hermione gave him a strange look: "Sugar-free chocolate, what's wrong?"

The entire auditorium could hear the red-haired giant exclaiming, "Sugar-free! The reason why the British Empire colonized the Caribbean was to obtain cheap sugar! And you, a British, are eating sugar-free chocolate! You are so ungrateful! Even Elizabeth I would be furious if she saw this!"

"Nothing to do with the British Empire." Hermione crunched her chocolate bar like a beaver. "It's mainly because my parents are dentists. Come on, it's delicious without sugar. Come on, Ginny, I'll break off a piece for you to try."

"Thank you."

Still a little confused, Ginny took the chocolate handed to her by Hermione and stuffed it into her mouth without thinking. Before she could chew it a few more times, her whole face became wrinkled like an orange, just like Latarn.

I got rid of my sleepiness in an instant. It's amazing, sugar-free chocolate.

"Okay, okay! I admit it's a little bitter!" Hermione looked at Latan and Ginny guzzling pumpkin juice in dissatisfaction, "But it's good for your teeth!"

Ron said slyly, "Is that why your front teeth are so strong?"

Hermione turned her head and stared at him expressionlessly, and said word by word: "Don't even think about copying a single assignment from me this semester."

"Stop! I was wrong!" Ron slid to his knees at the speed of light.

Harry saw Dante using his fork to pick at the pork chops on his plate with a sad face, and asked with concern, "Why are you eating so little? Are you worried about something?"

Dante sighed and pinched his five fingers into a cone. "First of all, I want to emphasize that I am an Italian who is not very particular about food. Secondly, why is your British pork so smelly! I feel like I am gnawing on a pig's butt raw, and the pig is kicking my face with its hoof!"

"Well, I have a question." Yuan Qinglong scooped a spoonful of fried rice with offal and poured it into his plate. Every grain of rice made a crisp sound when it hit the plate, like big and small pearls falling on a jade plate, which was very pleasant to hear.

"I taste the flavor of German air raid sirens in this fried rice." He looked at Harry sincerely, "Is this normal?"

"It's quite normal." Colin's cheeks puffed up. "It's exactly like my mother's craftsmanship."

The three supervisors looked at him with eyes full of pity.

Poor kid, he actually grew up eating this kind of stuff...

"You don't think the food every day is the same as last night's, do you?" Hermione grasped the crux of the problem.

The three foreigners nodded repeatedly.

I could still swallow yesterday’s dinner!

Ratan felt even more deeply the gap between Mrs. Weasley and other British chefs. During the time he lived in the Burrow, he had never tasted the damn chicken shit smell in chicken breast.

It's just like eating breakfast in a chicken coop, it's really immersive.

"That's impossible." Hermione cut off their hopes neatly. "There's only one start-of-term dinner a year, and there's Thanksgiving dinner, Christmas dinner, and Easter dinner. The rest of the time, our meals are just the things on the table now."

There was a long silence.

Dante suddenly clasped his hands together and looked up at the enchanted ceiling devoutly. The holy sunlight fell on his handsome face: "Almighty God, I have never bothered you. Please have mercy on me and give me an Italian cook!"

Minamoto Kiyotaka looked into the distance in the direction of the Black Lake with his eyes empty, muttering to himself: "It seems like a good idea to spend the next seven years eating sashimi..."

With a heavy heart, Latan took out his diary, crossed out the goal of "learning advanced usage of the three unforgivable spells", and added "learning to cook for myself" next to it, underlining and wavy lines to emphasize it.

I suddenly miss the pickled pork elbow that I have eaten for eleven years...

Tom's handwriting appeared: "How can you be so picky about food, you little brat! Wasting food is a great sin!"

"I never waste food, until it starts wasting my life," Latan wrote. "Do you know how to cook? Teach me."

"Yes, of course I do." Tom wrote in malicious handwriting all over the page. "I only know how to cook British food. Do you want to learn?"

Latan closed the diary with a gloomy face.

Okay, it is basically confirmed that Tom is British.

"You're still using this notebook?" said Ginny.

Latan nodded: "It's very useful, I can't put it down."

After all, a lot of secrets and knowledge are stored in it, so we must not lose this notebook.