My Little Pony: Another World Adventure

On Friday morning, Latan was awakened from a deep sleep by a strong feeling of hunger. He felt severe muscle aches all over his body and his stomach seemed to be burning.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Minamoto Kiyotaka's smiling fox face.

"Your stomach has been growling and woke me up." Minamoto Kiyotaka took out a can of protein powder from his ring and handed it to Latan. "Hurry up and eat something. We have two consecutive potion classes from nine to eleven."

"Feel sorry……"

Latan took the silver kettle of water from the bedside table, poured the water into the can of protein powder and stirred it into a beige paste. He tilted his head back and swallowed a large amount of sugar, protein and carbohydrates into his stomach. He felt the burning sensation in his stomach weakened a little, wiped his lips and said to Minamoto Kiyotaka: "I'm exhausted..."

"I can see that." Minamoto Kiyotaka put his hands in his sleeves, his thin body like a bamboo standing by the window, and turned around and said, "After all, centaurs and unicorns will not appear on the lawn of the castle."

Latan turned over and got out of bed, only then realized that he had forgotten to take off his shoes when he went to bed last night. The lion's bow was leaning against the wall, and it was obviously taken off from him by his roommates.

He stepped over the dumbbells and barbells scattered on the dormitory floor, walked to Minamoto Kiyotaka, and looked out the window.

On the wide lawn below the castle hill, Falaniel was directing several relatively healthy centaurs to cut down trees and build houses. The hippogriffs were being cared for and fed by Hagrid. Professor Snape was carrying a box of syringes to draw blood from the unicorns and thestrals to test their injuries. High Priest Tong was talking to Professor Dumbledore.

Although I couldn't hear what they were talking about, judging from Professor Dumbledore's lip movements, it was obvious that the headmaster of Hogwarts could speak the unique language of the centaurs.

Latan looked towards the forbidden forest farther away. It was still so deep and quiet. It was almost impossible to tell that it was being eroded by the mad dragon virus, and there was no sign of the Bomb Dragon from last night.

But the sight of the Boom Dragon expelling a large amount of the Mad Dragon virus from its body last night, healing its injuries in an instant and becoming stronger still left a very deep impression on Latan.

The mad dragon virus will make the infected creatures become violent and aggressive, and after the infected creatures have experienced brutal battles and fights, they can rely on themselves to overcome the effects of mad dragon disease.

Latan looked solemn.

Is this related to the dose of the virus that infects you? Do only creatures of sufficient size resist the virus? Can the battle required to overcome the disease be quantified?

There are still many problems that have not been solved...

Minamoto Kiyotaka looked up at Latan's expression and said with a smile, "Why don't you tell me what you experienced last night? Dante and I have been curious about it all night."

After waking up the sleepy Dante, Latan and the other two avoided Colin who was still sleeping and squeezed into the bathroom of the dormitory. While washing his face, Red Lion told his two colleagues everything he had seen last night.

Dante sat on the toilet in his pajamas, posing like a thinker, and said solemnly, "Just like if there is a cockroach in the house, there must be more cockroaches in invisible places. There must be more than just the Boom Dragon in the Forbidden Forest. There are definitely more."

"Fortunately, Latan and Marenia have already repelled the Boom Dragon." Minamoto Kiyotaka leaned against the chrome shower, "Otherwise Hogwarts would have become a dragon-slaying school like Cassel."

Latan squeezed toothpaste on his toothbrush. Minamoto Kiyotaka's words made him raise his eyebrows and said, "It's not impossible."

"Are you serious?" Dante pointed outside the bathroom. "Most young wizards are like Colin. They can't even use a Transfiguration spell properly. How can we expect them to slay a dragon?"

"Using magic is difficult, but isn't pulling the trigger easy?" Latan brushed his teeth, his mouth full of foam, and his voice was unclear. "As long as we train them a little bit so that they don't accidentally shoot their own feet, isn't it equivalent to everyone mastering the physical version of the Killing Curse?"

Minamoto Kiyotaka was quite interested and said eagerly: "I really need a weapon that suits my needs. Otherwise, if I only rely on dragon blood and words to fight, I'm afraid I will become a deadpool first."

Dante tilted his head and looked at Latarn: "Why don't you teach me how to carve runes on a gun, so I can at least help a little."

"I want to learn too!" said Minamoto Kiyotaka.

"If you are willing to learn, that would be great!" Latan said with a happy face, "I will start teaching you later, but please move aside for now. I need to go to the toilet."

Dante stepped aside, and Latan impatiently untied his belt. The half-demon tried to turn his face away, but he still couldn't avoid seeing the amazing size!

If Park Chang-yong is a small bean, then Latan is the Gustav railway gun!

He looked at Minamoto Kiyotaka with horror, who had a puzzled look on his face, and raised his hands to measure a daunting length, which shocked the hybrid so much that his jaw dropped.

Latan emptied his bladder, shuddered with relief, pressed the toilet flush button, turned around and saw his two friends with frustrated faces, and asked in confusion, "What happened to you?"

Minamoto Kiyotaka said in awe: "My samurai sword is far inferior to your German greatsword."

"Brother." Dante's eyes were firm, "I'm willing to bet the Rebellious Great Sword that you'll never find a girlfriend in your life."

"Why should I waste my time on something like this?"

Latan was confused. He washed his hands and wiped them on his pants. He raised his chin expressionlessly and said, "Let's go. I'll show you the information about the Magic Engine technology first."

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"What's wrong with them?" Ginny asked Latan in confusion as she looked at Dante and Minamoto Kiyotaka who had fallen headfirst onto the Gryffindor table.

"To paraphrase Dante, they both had brain overload."

Latan changed into a new shirt and robe, wrapped the clothes torn by the dragon in parchment, and handed them to Ahriman who brought the Daily Prophet along with a shopping list for high-precision rune engraving knives.

The clothes could have been repaired with a repair spell, but Madam Malkin at the robe shop in Diagon Alley was very kind to him, and Latan liked her very much and wanted to take care of her business more.

Ginny looked thoughtfully at Dante and Minamoto Kiyotaka's smoking heads, "Dad's Magic Engine, right? That's really hard. There are tens of thousands of rune combinations to memorize."

Latan looked at her in surprise: "You know the magic engine technology?"

The Weasleys' youngest daughter laughed mischievously. "I started playing with the parts in the garage when I was six. Dad thought it was a goblin at first, but then he taught me how to build a magic engine from scratch... Of course, I didn't learn as fast as you."

Ratan was surprised and held Ginny's hand with delight. He said sincerely, "Can I ask you to supervise them in learning this technology? Although it is irresponsible to say this, I am really too busy."

Feeling the warmth from the red lion's palm, Ginny's face turned red like a ripe tomato, and she stammered, "No... no problem..."

Nourishes—

There was a harsh rubbing sound, and Latan looked up to see Havana Potter of Hufflepuff looking at him murderously, her fork scratching the plate as if it were his bones.

"Ginny belongs to Harry!" Ratan saw her mouthing, "You, keep the distance between men and women!"

Why did the conservatives react so strongly? That means that in their so-called original storyline, Ginny and Harry ended up together.

Latan understood this immediately. He stood up, walked around the long table and came to Havana's side. He stared into her emerald eyes seriously and said, "Ginny is not something that can be transferred to anyone. She is a person with self-awareness. You'd better realize this clearly."

Havana frowned and lowered her voice and said, "You like her?"

"I like all of the Weasley family." Latan answered without hesitation, "So, I will defend her right and freedom to choose, and will not restrict her with the so-called original book."

Havana looked at the Red Lion deeply with a complicated look in her eyes: "No wonder you joined Zheng Shilong's radical faction... I just want to confirm one thing, Harry must kill Voldemort and ensure that he changes from the boy who survived to the real savior, instead of becoming a plaything and pendant of the time traveler."

"Only on this point can we reach a consensus." Latan recalled the task given to him by Professor Dumbledore before he entered school, which was to ensure that Harry's fate would not be interfered with by the time travelers. "But I have one condition."

"Speak." Havana looked unhappy.

"I don't remember the content of the original book." Latan lied with his dead face, and apologized to the books that taught him to be honest. "In order to avoid conflicts in the future, I need to know what the original book said."

Havana's face calmed down, and she turned her head and shouted, "Elena!"

"What are you doing? Can't you see I'm busy?"

Elena, who was trying to sell a lightsaber to Anakin Skywalker, turned around fiercely. The moment she saw Latarn, her expression turned into a bright smile. She rubbed her hands and trotted over, looking like a sycophant: "Hey, isn't this my favorite customer? What would you like to order today?"

Seeing her rapidly changing attitude, Latan couldn't help but stand in awe. She was truly a businessman, the most fickle species in the world.

Havana grabbed the soft flesh around Elena's waist viciously and twisted it hard. Amid the arms dealer's screams, she said, "Give him a complete set of Harry Potter and put the bill on me."

"Remember again?" Elena's scream was filled with real emotion, "How much gold do you owe me!"

Havana held the arms dealer on her knees, rubbed his face with her hands skillfully, and said with a sinister smile: "Do you have any objection, my little Elena?"

"Hmph! You only know how to bully me..." Elena muttered, and took out seven books from her robe pocket and put them in Latan's hand, while reminding him, "Don't let the natives see it, or they will punish you."

Latan readily hid the seven books with different colored covers in his robe and said, "And there is also "Dragon Tribe", which you told me about last time."

"For your half-blood friend? How about a set of Devil May Cry novels and comics? There are also games and game consoles." Havana rested her chin on Elena's shoulder, "But this can't be charged to my account."

"You never paid." Elena pushed the red-framed glasses on her nose and said with a straight face.

Latan weighed the few dozen Sickles left in his purse and felt the pain of being short of money for the first time. He said hesitantly, "Maybe I should send an owl to Gringotts to get the money first..."

"It's OK, use now and pay later. I believe in your credibility."

Elena waved her hand and pulled out a huge cardboard box from her bottomless robe pocket and put it heavily into Latan's arms: "Inside is a computer - not the big-butt ones that are popular on the market now, but an ultra-thin LCD screen with an ultra-high-performance host. Except that it can't connect to the Internet, it has everything you want to know. The most important thing is that it doesn't even need electricity!"

Latane looked at the cardboard box, which was bound with plastic zip ties. "I remember that Muggle electronic devices would not work at Hogwarts."

"Then do you want another set of peripherals to resist magic interference?" Elena rubbed her fingers eagerly, "It will cost extra~"