My Little Pony: Another World Adventure

Even though Minamoto Kiyotaka was a hybrid, the 96% alcohol content of vodka - "water of life" - still had a strong effect on his motor neurons.

As the saying goes, don't drive after drinking, and don't drive after drinking. After drinking a bottle of vodka, Yuan Qinglong stepped on the accelerator, and the brake disc connected to the gearbox immediately made a sharp explosion.

This guy didn't even release the handbrake!

The next moment, the headlights of the old Soviet jeep flashed wildly, and the huge tires plowed four charred tracks on the ground. The truck carrying the laughing Zangief overturned a large truck with four front and eight rear wheels, and finally crashed headfirst into a newly dug drainage ditch on the side of the road.

Latan walked quickly to the front of the jeep, looked at the windshield wipers swinging wildly, tapped the glass on the main driver's seat with his fingers, and said to the blushing Yuan Qinglong: "Master, you are not allowed to park in the ditch."

Minamoto Kiyotaka was drunk and pointed at the truck that was overturned by the jeep. "Then how could he sleep on the street?"

The driver of the truck, a former elite member of the Navy SEALs and a janitor at Kassel Academy, pushed open the side door of the overturned truck head like the commander of a Tiger tank, and glared at the drunken Minamoto Kiyotaka with his pair of golden eyes, a unique feature of mixed-bloods.

Zangief laughed heartily: "A baby learns to walk only after falling down! The same is true for learning to drive a car. You have to fall down before you can learn to drive!"

Looking at the construction waste scattered all over the ground from the truck bed, Latan said helplessly: "There is no need to fall like this, right?"

"That's right. The so-called setback is nothing more than an excuse for mediocre people to comfort themselves when facing irreparable failure. With the financial resources of the Malfoy family, my son will not suffer any setbacks in his life."

At the factory gate of Hogsmeade, Lucius Malfoy held a cane in his left hand and tightly grasped the shoulder of his only son Draco with his pale right hand. His bloodless face clearly revealed arrogance even with a gas mask on, and he seemed to be completely unaware of the entanglement and pain in his son's eyes.

Lucius raised his walking stick, and the construction debris mixed with warm snow suddenly flew up and flew into the bed of the truck like a swallow. It directly turned the heavy construction vehicle over, and the hydraulic suspension made a violent wheezing sound.

The head of the Malfoy family nodded with satisfaction, pressed Draco firmly to his side, and bowed to Latarn: "My lord."

"No gift."

Latan pulled the Soviet jeep out of the gutter with one hand. As soon as the door opened, Minamoto Kiyotaka "flowed" down from the driver's seat like a slime, and vomit with a strong smell of alcohol spurted out of his throat.

Zangief, sitting in the passenger seat, crossed his arms and said in a voice loud enough for a deaf person to hear: "If a tree is not pruned, it will not grow straight; if a person is not disciplined, he will grow weak. If some petty bourgeoisie think that they are superior to others just because they have a little money, sooner or later they will have to swing on the street lamp with their necks!"

Faced with this naked hostility, Lucius smiled like a green viper with fangs bared: "That's better than some petty Bolsheviks. The red giant fell to the ground and turned into a pile of rotten clay. It can't even be put together again."

Zangief stood up suddenly. The tall man born in the Soviet Union roared at Lucius: "Don't think that just because you hired me, you can arbitrarily dictate my beliefs! The red flag has not fallen yet, and the spirit of communism is destined to be the only way out for mankind!"

Latan moved his lips and decided not to tell Zangief that in the distant and dark future, mankind would no longer have any hope or ideals, only endless sin and war.

The most embarrassing thing is that if it weren't for the stupid things I did in the future, my father would have had a chance to turn the tide.

Others all shot themselves in the foot, but the smart Magnus only shot himself in the foot.

Latan vaguely felt that Ryan's shadow on his shoulder gave him a sharp, blaming look. The shame in his heart was simply indescribable. He pursed his lips and remained silent.

At the same time, Draco was frightened by Zangief's aggressiveness like a raging bear. He subconsciously took a step back and stepped directly on Lucius' expensive calfskin shoes, spraining his foot. He could not help but let out a delicate cry of pain.

Lucius's eye twitched, and he raised his cane to cast a silent spell, healing Draco's ankle. He cleaned his shoes, and said to Zangief indifferently, "Let's wait and see."

As he spoke, he turned to Latarn, bent down and raised his face, his facial features pieced together into a flattering smile, "Sir, are you here to inspect the progress of the factory construction? I, your loyal servant, have planned the factory area as quickly as possible. The next step is to recruit house-elves from Hogwarts to build it-"

"I don't trust the craftsmanship of these aliens. Besides, Lucius, you obviously have better candidates."

Latan took a step forward, ignoring the timid look on Draco's face, and directly grasped Lucius' left forearm, whose smile was stiff, and pushed up the wide cuff.

On the skin of the Malfoy family head, which was as pale as a vampire, there was a terrifying, evil, and lifelike picture tattooed - a hissing poisonous snake spewed out of the mouth of a hideous skeleton, and like its tongue, it was wriggling on the inside of Lucius's forearm!

This is the Dark Mark, the badge that Voldemort bestowed upon his followers, who called themselves Death Eaters, and the only way for Death Eaters to communicate privately and evade official surveillance.

Just by looking at the Dark Mark, Draco's complexion turned blue, and he seemed to be about to faint at any moment. Lucius looked ashen, and smiled dryly: "My Lord, you don't want to..."

Latan answered Lucius's question with a calm and firm look.

"No! No way!" Lucius shook his head in fear, "They are all imprisoned in Azkaban! If we use the Dark Mark, the Ministry of Magic will know our plan immediately! The Aurors will follow them and find you, sir! You will become a sinner!"

"First of all, I need manpower. They cannot be aliens, nor can they be time travelers - I will explain to you what time travelers are later - nor can they be members of Dumbledore or the Order of the Phoenix. They can only be purebred, flawless, without any deformities, and loyal to a certain object. Secondly..."

Latan exerted a little force with his palm, and Lucius's trembling forearm became immobile in an instant. The diary with a black cover floated out of the Book of Magnus, and one corner of Voldemort's Horcrux gently hung above the ominous tattoo pattern.

The red lion looked directly at Lucius's light gray irises, and suddenly raised the corners of his mouth, smiling innocently and purely, "I am just an ordinary, weak first-year student. How could I do such a thing as helping these serious criminals escape from prison? Unless...will you give me away, Lucius? Your son is not yet an adult."

Lucius looked uglier than a certain noseless person who had been dead for eleven years.

Even though he was a two-faced fence-sitter, he could still hear the subtext in Ratan's words: either he would take the responsibility for the Death Eaters' escape on himself after the truth came to light and turn himself into the scapegoat of the Red Lion; or, the pure-blooded Malfoy family that he had painstakingly built and maintained would be completely cut off under the claws of the red-haired lion.

"Wait a minute," Zangief suddenly said, "If I understand correctly, we are going to recruit criminals? Let them touch the treasures I brought from the Soviet Union with their dirty fingers?"

Latan ignored Zangief and still hung Voldemort's diary on Lucius's forearm, but his eyes were looking at Draco who was looking worried and timid.

"Dear Lucius, do you need me to give you a little more time to think about it?"

"There's only one thing I don't understand, sir." Lucius asked in confusion, "Your strength is obviously enough to make the entire British wizarding world kneel before you. Whether it's the Ministry of Magic or Dumbledore, they are just grass in the wind in front of you. Why... do you have to go around in circles like this?"

"Your question should be - why I don't want to be the chief." Latan still looked at Draco, his tone relaxed, "As the chief, every decision must be considered, compromised, discussed, and checked from many aspects. I am just a studious scholar. If I handle these troublesome mundane matters myself, it will undoubtedly waste a lot of time. If I leave it to you..."

Latan smiled slightly, not following the fear flashing in the eyes of Lucius, the famous fence-sitter in Harry Potter, "So, I just want to hide behind the scenes and make adjustments only when necessary. Just like my father personally made many cuts in the history of mankind that was not recorded in writing, leading civilization to the direction I hope.

"At the same time, I need a puppet who is responsible for standing in front of the public. This position can be the current Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge, or it can be..."

Lucius followed Latarn's gaze to his son. His body trembled slightly, and his originally shocked and frightened eyes suddenly became firm. He said in a hoarse voice: "I dare to ask for a promise, sir. A promise to Draco."

Latan easily understood the meaning of Lucius' words and nodded, "If you die in this incident, I promise that your son will become a hero and the most prestigious head of the Malfoy family in history."

The moment the words fell, magic power formed golden and red lines that seemed to be burning, tightly wrapping the wrists of Latan and Lucius together, and in the blink of an eye, it disappeared into the void without a trace.

An unbreakable vow was made.

After getting the assurance, Lucius was obviously much more relaxed. He looked at the black diary hanging on his forearm, just like Damocles sitting on the throne looking up at the sword hanging above his head only by a horse's mane.

He whispered, "I'm ready."

"as you wish."

The moment the black diary came into contact with the Dark Mark, Latan's will passed through the mouth of Voldemort's remaining soul, through the evil black mark, and was projected to the distant west, to the steep spire standing in the surging ocean.

This is the British wizard prison - the infamous Azkaban!

Through Voldemort's residual soul, Latan could even smell the fishy and salty smell of the sea water, feel the cold wind that was biting colder than a knife under the gloomy sky, and see the ecstatic and crazy smiles of the Death Eaters who felt the scorching pain of the Dark Mark in those damp cells as small as coffins.

Their Lord, the Supreme Being, has returned from the dead!

But this ecstasy was quickly pulled out of the body. The Death Eaters who had just shown joy were horrified. The smell of decay and despair surged from the narrow corridor. The monsters who hid their festering bodies under dirty black robes fed on joy and hope. This sweet beauty activated their long-dried intestines.

They were the Dementors, and now, they were hungry.

Just as the Dementors stretched their rotten, gray hands through the bars of the cell door toward the shivering Death Eaters, Latan's voice came from the Dark Mark: "Oops, I was so busy mentioning others that I almost forgot to mention you. Since all of you, young and old, men and women, are here, all of you should stay and work for me."

[Dead people! Come to my side! ]