My Little Pony: Another World Adventure

The ceiling of the crowded castle hall was gray today, symbolizing that the short British summer is about to end and the continuous autumn rain will occupy the next month.

"I'm sorry." Latan sincerely apologized to his roommates, stuffed a whole smoked chicken breast and three boiled eggs into his mouth, and drank a large pot of pumpkin juice.

He was starving. Last night's breakthrough in the Qi and Blood Circulation had consumed a huge amount of nutrients in his body. The blood color under his skin had faded after he had finished flushing the toilet, and had returned to a pale color.

It can also be called "energy saving mode".

The already scarce subcutaneous fat was repeatedly squeezed out, causing Latan's cheeks to become deeply sunken. His already deep eye sockets now looked like two black holes, and the muscle fibers on his forearms were as distinct as taut steel cables.

Latan no longer cared about the taste of these British dishes. He felt that even if a live pig jumped onto the table and kicked his face with its hooves, it would be chewed to pieces by his white and strong teeth.

The green faces of his roommates were in stark contrast to his voracious appetite. Dante, who was most affected by the stench, was still retching. Colin weakly fiddled with the fried toast on the plate. Minamoto Kiyotaka sniffed his robe and said with tears in his eyes, "It's over. The smell has been marinated in."

Latan looked apologetic. He used the big shared fork (still too small for him) to share the turkey legs in the golden bowl with his roommates, saying repeatedly: "Eat more...eat more..."

"Good morning, Latan," said a full-breathed voice.

Latan turned his head and saw Zheng Shilong striding into the auditorium. This time traveler was radiant and his eyes were bright. He was completely different from yesterday.

He has become stronger. This speed is really frightening, is this a time traveler?

Even if I break through the mind circulation and enter the qi and blood circulation, my strength is still not enough...

Zheng Shilong glanced at the bleak expression on the red-haired giant's face, and a hint of sneer emerged in his eyes. This big guy really didn't have much brains. He actually dared to practice the Jindan period's spells directly.

Hehehe... I'm already a cultivator in the Jindan stage who has mastered the circulation of mind knowledge. I'll be able to break through to the circulation of Qi and blood by January next year at the earliest, and June next year at the latest. So you just learn the refining skills and become my tool!

"Oh, I'm really starving." Zheng Shilong sat down next to Latan and reached out to take a cod sandwich. "Have you read the book I gave you yesterday?"

Latan poured a whole plate of Yorkshire baked pudding (savory toast) into his mouth, chewing and mumbling: "I read a little bit, the content is very profound, I don't quite understand it."

"Haha, this is normal. After all, you haven't been practicing since childhood like me. You can ask me if you don't understand anything. It's okay." Zheng Shilong said generously, "By the way, the second half of the weapon refining chapter is very important. You must master it as soon as possible. It will be good for your practice."

You are wasting the time that should be used for cultivation on stupid weapon refining!

Latan thoughtfully poured a plate of fried fish into his stomach, wiped the grease from the corners of his mouth with a napkin, and said, "But I don't have a furnace or raw materials."

Zheng Shilong waved his hand and said, "It's okay! I can give you my refining furnace, and I can also provide you with raw materials and other things for free. Latan, I really think highly of you, you will be fine."

As soon as he finished speaking, Latan immediately held his arm tightly and said sincerely: "Thank you, Zheng Shilong, you are such a good person!"

Facing these earnest and ardent eyes, Zheng Shilong couldn't help but feel his cheeks getting a little blushing. At the same time, his arms ached badly, as if his bones and muscles were being crushed by an industrial roller press.

How can this big guy be so strong? He is indeed a half-blood giant!

"It's nothing. After all, we are in the same club." Zheng Shilong finally pulled his arm back. "The club has an event this weekend. I will notify you then. Remember to come and participate."

"Yes!" Latan nodded heavily, "No problem!"

Zheng Shilong thought to himself: Hehe, this big fool is so easy to fool, I will let him be the first one to fight for the Room of Requirement, just so that he can see how powerful we time travelers are.

He chatted a little more casually and decided to hand the things over to Latarn next Monday. He didn't look at Dante and Minamoto Kiyotaka the whole time, as if they were a pair of invisible people. Then he stood up and said goodbye, turned around and sat down next to Kurumi.

This cultivator didn't notice at all that behind him, Latan's eyes changed from sincere to cold, and a huge, terrifying smile slowly appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Hahaha! He believed it! He believed it!

This time traveler really believes that I am weaker than him!

I could feel it from our handshake just now, that his bone and muscle density are so poor, and the energy in his body is just the circulation of his thoughts, yet he actually thinks that I am weaker than him!

I was just worrying about where to get the refining furnace and raw materials, and he just delivered them to my door eagerly. He is really a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered!

Then there is no need for me to ask Ahriman to go to Diagon Alley to buy a carving knife. I can directly use the refining furnace to refine the magic engine, and even refine Dante and Minamoto Kiyotaka's guns into magical weapons.

The next thing I need to think about is what weapon I should use...

Latan suppressed his smile, tapped the table lightly with his knuckles, and said to Dante and Minamoto Kiyotaka who leaned over, "Did you all hear that?"

"An entire faction of time travelers is going to cause trouble this weekend." Dante showed a wolf-like ferocious smile, "This is our good opportunity."

"I think we should wait and see." Minamoto Kiyotaka pursed his lips, "After all, we are weak alone. If we are attacked by a group of people..."

"You're both right."

Latan crossed his fingers and pressed them against his lips, whispering, "So the most important task now is to infiltrate the enemy. Today is Thursday, and tomorrow is Friday. You must join any faction of travelers within these two days."

Minamoto Kiyotaka said urgently: "But what if the time traveler asks us to do something that interferes with Voldemort's fate?"

"Come on, man, use your brain. Would a pizza shop give the important task of making pizza to a temporary worker?" Dante gave a very Italian example. "Besides, don't you know how to do things insincerely?"

"I am a Japanese, and I only know how to defeat my superiors." Minamoto Kiyotaka said with a straight face.

"Anyway, I'll take care of it, so just go ahead and do your job." Latan patted them on the shoulders. "The worst that can happen is that our supervision work will change from covert to overt, from secret police to Gestapo."

"What's the difference?" Minamoto Kiyotaka widened his eyes.

There was a whirring sound of wings overhead, and the first-year Gryffindor students looked up suddenly like frightened birds, but it was not the overwhelming flock of birds from last night, but just owls bringing newspapers and letters.

The horned owl Ahriman brought back a reply letter from Colin's father. It was a bloodstained piece of paper. In the letter, Colin's father repeatedly complained, "That damn owl was urging me to write a reply, and it almost ate my finger." At the same time, he also said, "I'm glad that you can adapt to the school environment. Study hard, son."

This letter attracted the jealous and envious gazes of the three supervisors. Dante and Minamoto Kiyotaka no longer had any family members to write to, and Latan's feelings towards Gregorovitch could only be described as hatred.

He didn't have Stockholm syndrome, so it was impossible for him to have any good feelings towards his grandfather who regarded him as a monster and imprisoned him in a dungeon without seeing the sun.

Ahriman also brought a copy of the Daily Prophet. Latan had subscribed to a year's worth of newspapers at the Burrow to learn about news in the wizarding world or what new magical technologies had been developed.

Well, the whole article is just about trivial matters, like a singer was caught lip-syncing, so-and-so got married to so-and-so, and other insignificant news, which has no impact on the increasingly pedantic and closed status quo of the wizarding world.

Latan rewarded Ahriman with a piece of fried cod, and the boy flew to Harry's Hedwig with the food in his mouth to show his courtesy. He deliberately threw the fish everywhere, causing the beautiful snowy owl to let out a dissatisfied cry.

Looking at the owls flying all over the auditorium, Latarn thought of the raven infected by the black smoke he saw last night, and frowned slightly: "Will the epidemic in the Forbidden Forest be brought to the castle by them?"

"It looks like we'll have to wear gas masks to class soon." Dante said sarcastically, "It's impossible to dismiss the students. After all, 'Hogwarts is the safest place in the world.'"

After breakfast, Latan and the other two came to the grass under the castle hill, found a relatively flat piece of land, and took out all the fitness equipment in the ring.

He could have exercised in the castle courtyard, but Latan hated people looking at him as if he were a magical creature, so he chose this place that was neither too far nor too close to the castle.

Latan took a look at the size of the dumbbell handle and the weight "100Kg" marked on it, and knew that this thing was definitely not something that could be bought in any Muggle store.

This system is really amazing. I really want to analyze it carefully together with the time traveler...

Keeping this thought in his heart, Latan picked up two 50-kilogram dumbbells and started to move his shoulders, while digesting the food he had just eaten.

As a half-giant, he didn't have to worry about appendicitis, and the huge fifty-kilogram dumbbells were just a little too heavy for him.

It's roughly equivalent to an ordinary person holding an empty plastic bottle.

At the same time, a magnetic field emblem appeared on Latan's chest, controlling the "Essence of Golden Elixir" in the inner pocket of his robe to float in front of him. The pages of the paper turned automatically. Every time he read this mysterious and profound book, he would have new insights.

Physical strength must be developed, and intelligence must also be developed, only then can it be considered healthy!

On the side, Dante took off his robe and wore only a shirt, holding one end of the barbell with both hands, and the other end was weighed 40 kilograms and fixed with a buckle. He danced with the barbell in a roundabout way, sweeping in all directions with a low sound of wind, like a steel butterfly using its wings to stir up a storm.

He had undoubtedly received excellent swordsmanship instruction, and every swing and step was well-paced, but that was also his shortcoming. He was too obsessed with the sword technique itself, or in other words... he was restricted to the swordsmanship created by humans, and did not bring out his half-demon bloodline.

Minamoto Kiyotaka's training method is very peculiar. Unlike Dante who needs to tap into his own bloodline, he needs to suppress the unstable dragon bloodline in his body to prevent the dragon blood from controlling his body and degenerating into a bloodthirsty monster called "Deadpool".

His ever-burning golden eyes would make him unconsciously use the Word Spirit: Ghost Victory when under external pressure. The more he used the Word Spirit, the more active the dragon blood became, and the higher the probability of his corruption. So he could only restrict himself to the same physical fitness as his peers, and then increase the external pressure little by little.

For example, now, he was doing bench press with two ten-kilogram dumbbells, and the dragon blood surging in his body was already making him sweat coldly.

Latan was very interested in Dante's swordsmanship. He took the dumbbells and did some squats and running and jumping movements to make sure that all the joints in his body were active. He threw the dumbbells and let them smash a dent in the grass. He pulled out his tungsten alloy wand and said, "Teach me?"