My Little Pony: Another World Adventure

Late on Wednesday night, the young wizards who had finished their evening training dragged their tired bodies back to the dormitory. However, except for the students who still had to attend astronomy classes, some people were reluctant to go to bed.

On the fourth floor of the castle, under the statue of the one-eyed witch, Siegfried, now much stronger, carefully checked the empty corridor. He turned to the worried-looking Havana and said in the dim torchlight, "Did I hear you right? You actually want my Fate of Destiny to join forces with you?"

"The purpose of the Fate Faction is to change the fate of the characters. I know this very well." Havana hugged herself tightly with her arms, and the sadness between her eyebrows almost overflowed. "But the purpose of the Conservatives is actually not much different from yours. If possible, we also want to make the original characters live better."

"Change is not just for the better, it is more likely to develop in a worse direction. This is destiny."

Siegfried said in a cold tone: "To be honest, I don't care what happens to the original characters. I just want to control my own destiny. Especially now, the radicals... no... should I say the 'Red Lion Knights' are becoming stronger under the leadership of Magnus. Even if you want to deal with him, I can't help you."

Havana's face showed some struggle, but she finally became determined and said, "If you help me get rid of the Knights of the Red Lion, I will tell you the biggest secret in Hogwarts Castle now."

"I have read seven original books, Miss Potter." Siegfried put his hands behind his back and raised his chin, looking down at the girl with messy black hair proudly, "Are there any secrets that even I don't know?"

"You don't think that we conservatives are only students, do you?" Havana said very quickly, fearing that Siegfried would walk away in anger. "Think carefully, who would most want fate to develop according to the original Harry Potter novel?"

Siegfried was startled, his pupils contracted: "You mean, he is one of yours too? But why would he——"

"Good evening, you two."

A sudden voice interrupted Siegfried's words. Along with the hoarse sound of the respirator, Zheng Shilong, wearing a black windbreaker, suddenly appeared in front of the chairman of the Destiny Faction and Havana.

The black windbreaker he was wearing was very different in shape from that of the executive unit, with noticeable thickening at the shoulders and elbows, like a piece of leather armor.

The flamboyant peaked lapel was turned up, revealing the scarlet lining and the well-tailored iron-black buttoned long-sleeved suit. A golden braid and a walkie-talkie with a flashing red light hung on the chest. A thin parchment with spells written on it was fixed to the electronic device with sealing wax, and a cable connected it to the skull-like iron mask.

And below the mask, on the crisp shirt collar, a bright red collar badge was embroidered with silk thread. On the collar badge was a black lion, roaring towards the sky in the center of the pale radiating sun.

This is the symbol of the Order of the Red Lion!

Zheng Shilong casually adjusted the soft breathing tube of the iron mask, which passed over his right shoulder and connected to the small air filter on his lower back. He placed his thumbs on the buckles of Canyin's belt and asked with a hoarse breath, "What is the matter that is worth the two of you staying out all night and coming to this deserted place to have a secret discussion? Could it be..."

Under Havana's nervous gaze, Zheng Shilong smiled grimly: "Are you two here to have a love affair?"

This sentence was like a bomb, shrinking Havana's brain stem.

Fortunately, Siegfried reacted quickly, grabbed Havana's hand, and pretended to be furious: "What does this have to do with you?! Zheng Shilong, I tell you, you are just a dog raised by Magnus!"

"It is a great honor to be the general's dog."

Zheng Shilong was not ashamed but proud of it. He took out a large metal-bound book from the chain around his waist and wrote as he spoke: "According to school rules, premature lovers will be deducted 20 points and their parents will be notified. But we time travelers are orphans without parents, so I'll just deduct 50 points from you. Any objections?"

Havana reacted and curled her lips: "You can do it if you want, it's like no one cares. Okay, sweetheart."

She hugged Siegfried, leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Don't forget what I told you."

Looking at Havana's back as she walked away, Zheng Shilong patted Siegfried's shoulder with sympathy: "Your girl ran away, why don't you go chase her?"

"So that you can deduct points from me again? You wish!" Siegfried shook off Zheng Shilong's hand and strode towards the Ravenclaw Tower upstairs.

Zheng Shilong stood in place, his black iron mask hiding his expression. He silently took out a black wide-brimmed hat with a red edge from his arms and put it on his head. A metal winged skull was inlaid on the hard brim of the hat, and a cold light flickered in his empty eye sockets.

Only when the footsteps of the two people completely disappeared did he pat the statue of the one-eyed witch and ask, "What did you hear?"

A round, translucent figure floated out of the statue. It was the fat ghost monk from Hufflepuff House. His round, kind face blossomed with joy. "Incredible! Incredible! There is someone behind the conservatives, and he is at least a professor!"

Zheng Shilong nodded with satisfaction and raised his hand to press the call button on the intercom on his chest: "This is codename 004-Sword Immortal, please transfer me to 001-Shattered Star. I have important information and need to report it immediately."

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Ratan pulled the starting handle repeatedly, and the specially made miniaturized single-cylinder magic engine started to rumble and spew out puffs of black smoke. The surging magic power poured into the copper-zinc alloy wand along a finger-thick cable, lighting up the spells engraved on it one by one.

Waving away the choking smoke, Latan tied the single-cylinder magic engine to the waist of the castle manager Filch with a belt and handed the copper-zinc alloy wand to the poor old Squib: "Try it, sir, you can use magic now."

Filch's skinny body was shaking from the horizontal bar engine, but this was nothing compared to the tremors caused by his inner excitement. The castle manager's shriveled and twisted fingers tightly grasped the wand and chanted the spell he dreamed of casting: "Clean it up!"

The spell on the wand flashed quickly, and a ball of invisible wind shot out from the tip of the wand, rolling up the copper chips milled by Latan and stuffing them into the trash can.

"Finally..." Filch burst into tears. Only he knew how much he had paid and how much time he had spent to master magic, and how much he envied the students in the castle. "Finally!"

"This knob can adjust its output power, sir. Just turn it gently. If you want to turn it off, just press this button. To start it again, just pull the starter handle."

Latan looked at the castle administrator who was crying and laughing, hunched over and rubbing his hands, and said, "Are you satisfied?"

"Satisfied?!" Filch yelled, his swollen eyes looking like they were about to pop out at any moment. "It's simply perfect!"

"Since you like it, why don't you help me promote it. I believe you must have a lot of Squib friends who also need this diesel-powered wand. The most important thing is that I can provide them with jobs."

The German Latan smiled like a Jewish profiteer. The wand he made for Filch was not a traditional wand consisting of a body and a core. It was just an ordinary copper stick connected to a magic engine with various spells used in daily life.

Even if the copper is replaced with wood, or anything else, it will not have any effect on this "magic wand". All the technology is integrated into the fist-sized single-cylinder magic engine on Filch's waist.

Manufacturing engines was not a difficult task for Latan, who owned a whole production line. Ever since Lucius reorganized the former Soviet Union's T-80U production line in Hogsmeade Village, the production capacity had been completely in excess.

The only thing missing is the workers to operate the machines.

Latan came to Filch specifically to solve this problem.

It's not that they don't want to fully automate the production line, but Squibs belong to the lowest class of society in the wizarding world and can only rely on their family for support to survive, while Latarn can provide them with a stable job so that they have the capital to be self-reliant.

Of course, this production line is not for producing tanks, but for manufacturing mass-produced magic armor.

The Kassel Academy behind Professor Mance is Latan's largest client. Not everyone is a half-blood and a wizard like Minamoto Kiyotaka. When the executive department is hunting dangerous dragons, a set of magical armor with built-in iron armor spell can greatly increase the survival rate of the operators.

Furthermore, the belt, which serves as a storage medium, is very concealed, and the armor can be summoned with a simple pull, which is a perfect aid for slaying dragons.

Principal Angers attached great importance to this matter and specially allocated a sum of money to support Latan, an arms dealer far away in the UK. He also wrote a letter to remind the Red Lion to make his magic armor more handsome.

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After receiving Mr. Filch's solemn assurance, Latan walked towards the astronomical observatory tower with satisfaction. At the same time, he pressed the answer button on the intercom on his chest and learned the news reported by Zheng Shilong from the headset.

004-The Sword Immortal repeated in his headphones the news he had heard from the ghost in full - there was someone behind the conservatives, and he was a professor!

Latan, who was about to go to his astronomy class, narrowed his eyes slightly.

Although I don't know who it is, I really hope it is Lockhart. This way, there will be a perfect reason for Professor Dumbledore to replace the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.

Latan felt annoyed at the thought of attending Lockhart's class tomorrow morning. It was such a waste of his study time!

I wonder if this clown would dare to bring something more dangerous than a Cornish elf into the classroom. Just like Dante said, he hopes Lockhart will be killed on the spot by what he brings.

With such wonderful expectations in mind, Latan squeezed up the narrow spiral staircase of the observatory tower with difficulty and submitted an astrological paper written by rote memorization to Professor Sinistra.

This is the only subject he is not good at.

I don’t know how much of the information cited in this paper came from this professor.

Prepared to get a low score, Latan took out a brass telescope from his arms and looked in the direction of the forbidden forest.

Under the bright moonlight, the forest was rolling like waves in the night wind, looking like a fuzzy carpet. Apart from the faint black air on the treetops, there was almost nothing unusual, and there was no trace of the dragon.

Starting from Sunday, Latan went to the forbidden forest every night to search for the beast, but apart from the bitten tree trunks and the fragmented carcasses of wild deer, the biggest harvest was just a few shed scales.

It was as if the Honglong had disappeared out of thin air.

But this is impossible. After all, all the traces of predation are very fresh. This can only mean that the activity range of the Raptor is very wide. After all, it is a winged creature.

"That's horrible, man," Dante said, holding up some papers.

Minamoto Kiyotaka added seriously: "It is simply horrifying."

Ratan held up the telescope and said without turning his head: "Yes, hidden arrows are always harder to defend against than open attacks. As long as the dragon does not appear..."

"Who told you about the Boom Dragon?" Dante shook the papers in his hand. "I was talking about Ginny's shooting skills. It's terrible!"

Ginny?

Latan looked down in confusion, only to see Dante holding a few human-shaped target papers in his hands, which he brought out from the Magic Mechanical Design class, with "Ginny Weasley" written on the corners.