My Little Pony: Another World Adventure

"I know it's you! Latan Magnus, you are the one who created this warm snow!"

As soon as this discordant voice sounded, everyone in the auditorium was in an uproar, looking at the person who spoke in shock and anger - Gilderoy Lockhart!

The anger that had just risen up in Latan subsided instantly. It was not surprising that it was this uneducated guy.

The professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts stood up from his seat, sticking out his narrow and thin chest like a rooster, and pointed his finger at Ratan's nose menacingly: "The source of all this is because of you!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the crowd became excited. The centaurs raised their front hooves in anger, the executive officers lit up their golden eyes, and the students all spit out daggers of reproach at Lockhart, and their saliva almost drowned the best-selling author.

"You've lost your mind!" Fred and George shouted in unison.

Percy slammed his fist on the table, his tortoise-shell glasses tilted on his nose, and his face turned terribly red: "This is slander! This is a frame-up!"

Harry was indignant: "I would rather sleep on the same pillow with Draco Malfoy than believe that it was Ratan who did it!"

"It can't be Latarn!" Ron shook his head like a rattle. "Absolutely impossible!"

Even Hermione, who was suffering from Lockhart fan disease, was screaming: "This is totally illogical! There is no reason for Latarn to do such a thing!"

Ginny drew out her wand and was about to cast the bat spell when Cassandra pressed her arm down.

The lioness glared at the female viper and growled through gritted teeth: "You want to stop me?!"

"You are too young, and your spell is not strong enough." Cassandra pulled her wand out of the fan and pointed it at Lockhart's eyes. "Leave him to me!"

"Stop it, both of you." Marenia sighed softly, tapping the tabletop with her brass prosthetic hand, leaving scarlet, rotten holes. "Really? You had to choose this time. I spent the whole night preparing this red lion flag. Gilderoy Lockhart, how are you going to compensate me..."

Professor Dumbledore's eyes darkened, and he spoke slowly and clearly: "Gilderoy, this is a very serious accusation. If you don't have evidence--"

"Of course there is evidence!" Lockhart interrupted the headmaster impatiently, turning around and opening his arms to all the students in the school, "Didn't you notice?! This guy, Latan Magnus, his eyes sometimes emit purple light!"

"Oh, my God." Dante sneered, "I wouldn't have noticed if you hadn't told me."

Minamoto Kiyotaka clapped his hands lightly and said sarcastically, "What an amazing discovery! Do I need to give you a prize?"

Lucius tapped his cane heavily and said icily, "So how are these two events related, Lockhart?"

Lockhart looked at everyone in disbelief, as if this matter was as simple as one plus one equals two. He pointed at his face and said, "The Warm Snow Infected! Purple veins will grow on their bodies! Magnus' eyes will also glow purple! Isn't this obvious?!"

Snape's thin lips twisted up, he stood up, shot two emerald green flashes at the ceiling, and said to Lockhart: "One of the two spells is the Killing Curse and the other is the Hair Loss Curse. What is very surprising is that they are exactly the same color."

"You...how can you use the Unforgivable Curse!" Lockhart glanced at Snape's dark wand nervously.

"It's really interesting. Those two spells were both hair loss spells." Snape sat down leisurely, looking straight ahead expressionlessly. "I have to admit, Lockhart, your ability to identify spells amazes me."

A suppressed laugh came from the guest of honor's seat, but was cut off the next second by the thin and angry figure of Professor McGonagall.

"Lockhart." Professor McGonagall's tone was fast and sharp, reminiscent of a sword slashing in the face. "If this is all you can produce, then all of us professors have the right to impeach you for falsely accusing Mr. Magnus, remove you from your position as professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, and file a criminal complaint with the Wizengamot Court."

"Impeach me?! No! You can't! You can't do this!"

Lockhart spoke incoherently, pointing at Latan who had been silent since a while ago: "Think about it carefully, who has gained the most benefit from this disaster? It's him! He deliberately caused this snowstorm and then appeared in front of you as a savior! In this way, he gained fame and fans! You have all been deceived! Believe me!"

"If I really want to gain greater fame, why don't I wait until more people die before taking action?"

Latarn suddenly spoke, his deep and loud voice drowned out all the noise in the hall, causing Lockhart to tremble uncontrollably. The Red Lion walked forward indifferently, leaned down slightly, and stared at the pupils of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor without blinking.

There is no sign of being under the Imperius Curse, which shows that this person is extremely stupid.

"Professor Lockhart, why did I ask Madam Hooch to bring the students into the castle right away? Why did I alert the centaurs right away? Why did I seal the lake water that was flowing back into the Slytherin common room right away? Why did I go to fight the beast tide right away? Why couldn't I wait for more people to die, and then come out to turn the tide, so that the survivors would be grateful to me?"

This series of questions made Lockhart stagger. A strand of curly hair hung on his pale and sallow face like a wilted reproductive organ. He stammered, "Because... because..."

Before Lockhart could finish his explanation, Latan continued to ask, "Professor Lockhart. Where were you when the warm snow fell? Where were you when the infected were rampant? Where were you when the students were terrified? Where were you when the professors held up the 'Ultimate Armor Protection'? Where were you when I used up my last bit of strength to kill the giant horned dragon?"

"He's hiding under the podium!" Fred shouted. "Like a turtle!"

"That's an insult to turtles, brother," George corrected. "It's just a maggot in the sun."

The snickering sound coming from the guest of honor seat made Lockhart's face flush. Veins popped out on his forehead. He stammered, "I wasn't hiding... I was enduring... to accumulate strength..."

Franniel raised his hooves and stomped the ground heavily. A huge and dull sound echoed in the auditorium. His face turned pale and he shouted loudly: "Enough! I will not allow the general to receive such an insult! Damn clown, I'll give you a chance, come down and duel with me!"

Lockhart screamed in fear and hid behind Professor Sinistra, who had a sarcastic look on his face. He was trembling from the tips of his hair to the tips of his toes.

"Your actions and words disappoint me greatly, Gilderoy." Professor Dumbledore said. His eyes were like two sharp ice spikes, piercing Lockhart so much that he seemed to shrink. "Now, please go back and reflect on yourself. I will let other professors take over your work."

Lockhart seemed to finally realize his situation of being a rat crossing the street and being chased by everyone. He struggled a little and said, "One day, you will find that I am right!"

Latan slowly straightened up, folded his arms across his chest, and the crimson banner on his left shoulder fell down. He said calmly: "Professor Lockhart, this is the last time I will call you that. As I told you last Thursday, I am glad that you can't understand anything more complicated than gossiping."

These words pierced Lockhart's heart like a sharp knife, and his sallow face turned an ugly gray.

Professor Mans shouted: "Besiege ihn (German: Take him down)!"

In an instant, the executive officers pounced on Lockhart like wolves and tigers, and confiscated his wand roughly. Amid a series of shutter sounds from Colin, they dragged him out of the hall through the side door.

Looking at Lockhart's back, Latarn narrowed his eyes slightly. Before he could think about the awkwardness and strangeness of this farce, he heard Professor Dumbledore clapping his hands vigorously and saying loudly, "Okay! This quarrel ends here. Let us once again welcome our first flag bearer with warm applause!"

There was thunderous applause from the audience, accompanied by high-pitched whistles, and from time to time, magical flowers were thrown up. Professor McGonagall sternly stopped Fred and George from trying to set off fireworks, then pulled out her wand and shot countless golden and red sparks at the ceiling.

Dumbledore poked Latan's arm cryptically and said in a low voice, "Say something inspiring, boy. People need a hero and a role model right now."

Latan also lowered his voice: "Just this once, Professor."

The Red Lion turned to face the crowd, raised his hands and pressed them down slightly. The originally noisy auditorium was suddenly so noisy that you could hear a pin drop. Wizards, centaurs, half-bloods, and even the owls resting on the eaves of the auditorium, all locked their eyes on the giant.

Latan shook out the flag hanging on his left shoulder and displayed the lion emblem on it to everyone. His first words shocked everyone: "Gentlemen, this is not an honor, but a shame."

People were stunned. Lucius' eyes went dark. Dante and Minamoto Kiyotaka looked at each other. Professor Flitwick almost fell off his chair. Even Professor McGonagall, who was always steady and serious, opened her mouth unconsciously.

Ratan ignored Professor Dumbledore's fingers that were desperately poking at his waist, and continued calmly: "Look at this red flag, look at this shocking blood color, it is not born so red, so what creates this horrifying color?

"It is blood, the blood of innocent people, the blood of sacrificed people, the blood of brave people! It is the blood of everyone who died in hatred in this disaster, and the blood of everyone who dedicated themselves to others! They should have been alive, standing in the auditorium, just like you, listening to my weak speech!"

His voice became increasingly high-pitched. He raised his clenched right arm and shook it slightly in the air. “They shouldn’t have died! They deserved to live! It’s all because of me. I was too weak and powerless! I could only watch them die! This... is my shame.”

"This is not your fault, man." Dante's voice rang out among the crowd, "Each of us should do our part to help this disaster."

"I totally agree!" Minamoto Kiyotaka shouted loudly, and the little wizards around him nodded vigorously, and the voices of approval became one and the same.

"We..." Latan repeated softly, "We. Yes, we. What a powerful word, what an inspiring title. We, we! In the face of this natural disaster, we should unite as one, pull all our strength together, and strive for a common beautiful vision!"

"Well said! Davarishi!" Zangief clapped his hands vigorously, causing thunderous applause from the surrounding area, "cnлa в eдnhctвe (Russian: Unity is strength)!"

Latan extended his hand to him in greeting, and unfolded the bright red flag on his shoulders again: "Classmates... no, comrades! I ask you, who is responsible for killing our people and causing this once beautiful life to fall apart?"

Ambrose, who ran the Duke of Bees candy store, stood up and shouted loudly: "This damn snow!"

"Das stimmt (German: That's right)! The snow!" Ratan nodded solemnly to the sturdy bald wizard and raised his index finger straight up, "And the mad dragon virus in the forbidden forest! They brutally destroyed everything we had, leaving only broken bricks and tiles on the ground! They are not welcome and needed now or in the future, but now they are everywhere!"