My Little Pony: Another World Adventure

"The sound of the drums of war mobilizes the troops, and they wash their iron armor in the yellow sand... What a hearty battle... Your Excellency, I look forward to fighting you again..."

Latan slowly lowered his fully drawn lion bow. In front of him, the male alien named Zhongyue, with miserable injuries all over his body and a satisfied smile on his face, slowly disintegrated into a floating stream of pure white data.

To borrow the terminology of the game, his "health" has been drained.

After the female alien named Saria was killed, Zhongyue used his fists and feet to fight alone against Latan Magnus, who had mastered the "ultimate martial arts" and "the state of mind of extinction" and was not stingy in using weapons.

It can be said that the pride and spirit of warriors are brought to the extreme.

Latan is an unscrupulous soldier and war machine. Although he does not understand Zhongyue's adherence to martial arts, it does not prevent him from having a little admiration for the man with dragon horns on his head while maintaining his disgust for aliens.

When we next fight, I will free you from the time traveler's captivity and grant you a merciful death.

Taking one last look at the deep pit where Zhongyue's body had disappeared, Latan raised his hand, and invisible and intangible magic enveloped the entire Diagon Alley. He issued an order with his own will: "Restore it to its original state!"

In an instant, the jagged ground roared and became flat again, the deserted houses rose again from the ashes and dust, and even the goods on the counters of the shops that had not been removed in time were returned to their original positions one by one.

Even the goblins' Gringotts has been re-established in Diagon Alley. After all, the savings of ordinary wizards are still kept there, and it is the lifeline of every family.

Latan never considered himself a so-called superhero. Those guys in tights always left a mess for others to clean up after showing off their prowess, and made the people whose peaceful lives were disrupted into chaos to be grateful to them.

The book says that you should do your own things and clean up your own mess. This is a truth that even an eleven-year-old child like me understands.

After all, although those American superheroes are set to have high education, they are essentially just a group of gangsters with low moral values.

Latan touched the donkey-skin pocket containing 400,000 gold Galleons and the Hufflepuff gold cup. The deep red color on his skin gradually faded away. He took out a new windbreaker from the Book of Magnus and wrapped his exposed upper body. He glanced at the empty Flourish and Blotts bookstore reluctantly.

Do you want to buy some books to read on the way back? Anyway, just put the money on the counter...

No, no! Taking something without permission is no different from stealing!

Latan shook his head vigorously, raised his arms high, and pointed his ten fingers at the sky where warm snow was falling. "Ultimate Armor Protection!"

Brilliant white light burst out from the palms of his hands, weaving into a hemispherical transparent dome in the air, covering the entire Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley, blocking the cold cursed snow outside, preventing it from reaching its sticky dead fingers into this area.

The black drone belatedly wanted to fly away from the scene, but an invisible force pulled it down from the sky and it fell into Latan's hands.

Using magic to disassemble the drone into parts, Latan was somewhat surprised to find that except for the outer shell material which was still unknown, the internal structure and circuit could be completely replicated using modern industrial technology.

"I thought it was a science fiction work, but it turns out it's just the post-electrical era..."

Disappointedly, Latan put it and the remaining snowflakes on the street into a page of the Book of Magnus. After obtaining the research materials, he put his hands on his hips and looked at the alley with satisfaction, which had instantly become much fresher.

In this way, Diagon Alley will be able to resume normal operations soon, and I will be able to buy new books from Flourish and Blotts!

Returning to the Leaky Cauldron, Ratan greeted Old Tom and reminded him to remember to inject magic power into the Ultimate Armor from time to time to maintain the shield. He nodded to the wizards who had already put on gas masks, opened the door, sat on the folding stool, and flew into the air towards the southeast suburbs of London.

There are still some things that need to be resolved.

Latan flew close to the rooftops of the city's buildings, looking at the address recorded in the Book of Magnus and identifying the names of the streets below: "New Ashgreen District... Elland Road... Number 4, Number 6, Number 8. This is it."

He landed in front of the porch of a three-story detached house, stepped up four steps designed for ordinary people, raised his hand to release the Shield Charm to isolate the warm snow, then bent his fingers and knocked on the dark oak door, shouting: "Mr. Granger! Mrs. Granger! I'm Hermione's classmate Latarn, you two saw me in Diagon Alley last time!"

There was a loud commotion inside the door, and then the hall light flickered on, and the oak door was pushed open a narrow gap, revealing Mr. Granger's haggard, anxious face above the brass door chain.

He had a square face like a good man, a full forehead that was severely bald, a few white hairs in the brown temples, and facial features that were both serious and gentle. He was the kind of person who could be recognized as a doctor at first glance.

Latan saw that the dentist was holding a double-barreled shotgun tightly in his hands, wearing a medical blue mask on his face, and wearing a pair of exquisite flannel pajamas with several brown stains on the collar. He exuded a mixture of coffee and alcohol.

Mrs. Granger, who was also a dentist, stood timidly behind her husband. Her thin body was trembling slightly. Her nervous expression easily reminded people of a rodent. Her muscular hands held a shiny kitchen knife in front of her chest.

Mr. Granger's sunken eyes looked around Latan several times with hope, but he did not see the figure that made him worried. He asked Latan with fear and disappointment, "Where is my daughter?"

"She is in Hogwarts, she is safe there." Latarn took out the letter Hermione wrote to her parents from the Book of Magnus and handed it to Mr. Granger through the crack in the door. "Please take good care of yourselves and wait patiently. I will take you and your wife to her as soon as possible."

Looking at the familiar handwriting on the envelope, Mr. Granger impatiently tore out the parchment inside and read it at a glance. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief and said to Ratan gratefully, "Thank you, child. It's great to know that Hermione is okay. Would you like to come in for a cup of tea?"

"No need for tea, sir. Uh, if you don't mind..." Latan rubbed his hands awkwardly. He was a little nervous about asking a classmate's elders for help, "Can you lend me a few medical books and periodicals from your collection?"

Half an hour later, Latan said goodbye to the sad-looking Grangers, carrying a suitcase filled with The Lancet and medical works, and got on a giant steel folding stool to fly to another district of London - Little Whinging.

In front of number 4 Privet Drive, Latan first tidied up his appearance, trying his best to make himself look like a normal person in the sense of a Muggle, except for his muscles that seemed to be about to burst through his clothes and his red hair that fell to his heels.

After knocking on the green-painted door, Latan heard a heavy, unclear muttering from inside the house: "It's those damn things that bite everyone they see again..."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Dursley," Ratan called through the door, "I'm a classmate of your nephew Harry Potter."

To the Dursleys, wizards were no better than "bloody things that bite everyone they see." Ratan was sure he heard a large bag of potatoes sliding from the sofa to the floor, and a boy crying out in agony, "Don't let him in! Dad! I don't want him in!"

The boy was obviously Harry's cousin, Dudley Dursley.

Ratan could fully understand Dudley's fear of wizards. After all, last year Hagrid gave him a curly pig's tail, and Harry's Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia had to take him to a private clinic in London to have it removed.

At the same time, this is also something worth being happy about. Since Dudley is still afraid of wizards as in the original book, it means that at least his body has not been taken over by a time traveler.

Latan raised his voice slightly: "Please open the door, Mr. Dursley. I brought you weapons for self-defense, which at least will allow you not to worry about those-"

"How can I not worry?!"

A rough voice came from near Latan's calf. He lowered his head in confusion and searched for a while before he saw that the narrow opening under the door panel used for sending letters was opened, and a pair of small eyes that were both angry and fearful filled it.

"Get out! Wizard!" Vernon's eyes bulged as he spoke, "You are not welcome here! To be precise, anything abnormal! Everything! Stay away from my house! Otherwise, I will shoot you with a shotgun!"

"Bullets can't hurt me, Mr. Dursley. You should have learned that last year when you dealt with the half-giant. Unless you want your new shotgun to be like your last one, with the barrel tied into a knot."

Latan maintained a gentle tone. Although he hated the Dursleys' abuse of Harry in the original work, he also sympathized with these three ordinary people who were unreasonably involved in the wizarding war.

In addition, half an hour ago, he had just fought a fierce battle with those aliens that were neither human nor beast. Those inferior creatures who possessed strange powers made the Red Lion's desire to protect the human race reach a new level.

The most important thing is that Mr. Dursley has a very valuable quality, that is, the infinite pursuit of science and rationality, which is the driving force behind the progress of human civilization!

At this moment, Mrs. Dursley spoke, her voice close to her husband, also hovering at the height of Latarn's calves: "Vernon, he has a point. There are man-eating monsters everywhere now. We should seek help."

The Red Lion frowned. Did this couple like to lie on the floor and talk?

"No! Mom!" Dudley screamed against his mother, "I don't want wizards! No! No! No!"

"You heard me, boy!" Vernon's eyes almost popped out of their sockets, "My son doesn't like you! Get out! Get out now!"

Something is wrong, 12 out of 10 is wrong!

"excuse me."

Latan spoke in a low voice, raised his hand and punched the door panel. The heavy wooden door broke like a piece of paper. The strong wind brought up a strong smell of blood. A large piece of bloated and fat flesh completely blocked the corridor leading to the living room!

It was Vernon! He was lying on his back, his fat limbs supporting the floor like the legs of a coffee table, and strange arms and legs sprouted from both sides of his waist, making him look like a humanoid spider!

His bulging abdomen was covered with wriggling purple blood vessels, and in the middle there was a horrifying black and red mouth. Two spines swayed from his belly like tongues in this deformed mouth, at the top of which grew the heads of a skinny woman and a fat boy!

He was infected by the warm snow!

Latan understood what had happened in an instant. The infected husband had eaten his wife and son, and he still had some consciousness at that time. The strong sense of guilt made him merge the bodies of the three people into one, turning it into such a weird and disgusting appearance!

Vernon's head was roaring, "You can't break into someone's house! You can't hurt my family! Get out! Get out!"

"Don't go!" Penny's head opened its jaws almost 180 degrees like a snake, and a hoarse scream roared out of her throat, "Help us! Please help us!"

Dudley's head twitched. "No wizards! I don't want wizards! Dad, I'm scared!"