My Little Pony: Another World Adventure

Snow stopped.

Latan was suspended on the top of the castle, looking at the sky where no more warm snow fell. This meant that the people who controlled this natural disaster could no longer gain more benefits by this means, and it also indicated that the enemy would use more practical means to deal with him.

Based on the known conditions, simple reasoning leads to the conclusion that the enemy has begun to use means against the British Ministry of Magic, the only political force that can legitimately influence Hogwarts, and what he will have to fight against next will be the power of the government.

Politics is not my area of ​​expertise.

But I know a little about large-scale warfare.

At this moment, Atlas Infinite's words were still lingering in Latan's mind, causing his right eye to feel as if it were being burned by flames.

...What about your mission, Magnus? Do you remember it?

My memory is complete, but what is my mission...?

I'm thinking too much and my headache is splitting.

Latan forced himself to distance himself from this unanswered question and used magic to disassemble the black drone in his hand into parts. At the same time, he looked down at the orcs who were still fighting stubbornly - those hybrids who grafted animal characteristics onto human bodies and desecrated the noble and perfect bodies of humans.

Burn it.

His right eye flashed a blood-red light, and an extremely condensed Flame of Magnus shot out. A bright red beam as thick as a python tore through the air and shot into the room from the broken and damaged window frames of the castle, completely ignoring the law of geometric optics that "light travels in straight lines" and making sharp and tortuous changes in the crowd.

These orcs indeed had physical qualities far superior to those of ordinary people, but their speed seemed to be frozen in front of this red light. Only a few invaders could try to dodge or defend, but without exception, they were all defeated by this force that was enough to burn everything to ashes...

Complete apoptosis!

Latan's gaze followed the red light into the room, passing through the chests of the orcs, through the head of Zhongyue who had completely given up defense and had a relieved smile on his face, and through the body of the lava giant holding a flaming giant sword.

He saw Aberforth Dumbledore with a face full of regret, Minamoto Kiyotaka whose magic armor had been shattered, the Gryffindor triangle of Harry, Ron and Hermione, Fluffy the three-headed dog tearing orcs apart, and Lin Youdao driving the talisman soldiers.

I saw Zheng Shilong blast the Six Paths Spirit Swords into the cat-eared beastman's internal organs, I saw the demonized Dante chop the Centaur in mid-air so that he couldn't fall to the ground, and I saw Colin who was extremely weak after being forced to cancel his Ultra transformation.

I saw professors who were determined to protect their students, senior students who fought unyieldingly, and the centaur chieftain Falaniel and his people raising their hooves and drawing their bows...

Finally, Latan's sight stopped at the center of the castle's entrance hall. A frosty road illuminated by the moonlight extended forward from under the feet of Ginny, who was holding the Moonlight Greatsword, piercing through the thick stone walls of the castle and turning everything along the way into ice chips.

Ginny calmly looked at the red light that was lodged in his sight. She tilted her head slightly to the right, her right eye tightly closed, and silver flakes scattered on her cheek, forming an illusory face.

This face belongs to the Moon Princess, Latan's half-sister, the Witch Lani!

really……

As the Flame of Magnus was extinguished, Ratan reassembled the drone. The runes of the magic engine changed all the analog circuits inside it, completely overwriting the operating logic and storage data on the chip.

When it turned its rotors and took off again, under the same appearance, there was an eye belonging to Latan hanging high in the sky.

"Go."

Latan released the drone and let it fly towards London. It took less than a second from disassembly to assembly. He hoped that this would be enough to deceive the system behind the orcs and make it a wedge buried next to the "Doctor".

Now, I have a lot of things to do.

"You shouldn't have shown kindness to the mortal on that primitive aircraft." Leon kept chattering on his shoulder, "If you merged your power with mine and attacked at the same time, even if you couldn't kill Atlas on the spot, it would be enough to cause serious injuries to him. But you just -"

"'He' created us to protect mortals." Latan interrupted the old lion's nagging. The moment his feet stepped onto the frozen road, his facial features turned into a perfect smile under the pull of his muscles. "If you have the guts, come down. I'll lie on your shoulder and watch you fight him."

Leon snorted sarcastically, "Now you want to be the patron saint of mankind? Back then you..."

Latan had a splitting headache, as if dozens of sharp knives were stirring in his right eye socket. He had no intention of arguing with the old lion. He walked into the castle hall amid the cheers of the crowd and whispered to the red-haired girl hugging Luna, "Lani."

"Latan." The illusory face made of silver flakes smiled faintly, and then it disappeared into the air along with the Moonlight Greatsword, leaving behind a low murmur, "It's nice to see you again, but... we don't have much time."

As the cold moonlight faded, Ginny's body softened and she fell to the ground with Luna. Madam Pomfrey and Mrs. Weasley rushed over almost at the same time, picked up one each, and ran upstairs to the infirmary.

Are we running out of time?

Why the hell does everyone like to half-speak?

The pain under my right eye turned into an intense burning sensation as my thoughts raced.

"Franil." Latan maintained a perfect smile and extended his right hand to the centaur chief who was coming over. "Thank you and your people for your help."

"This is what I should do, General." Falaniel put his spear into the spear bag beside his horse and held Latan's hand flatteredly. "I now believe that magic protects this castle. Although my people suffered some minor injuries, no one died. It's a miracle!"

"The desire for miracles is but the wish of a fool. Only the light of shadows protects all things."

Silently, the raven's whisper rang in Latan's ears, and a furry thing pressed down the hair on his head, but Flanniel obviously saw nothing, and the centaur's unique horizontal pupils were still staring at him eagerly.

"I hope every battle can be like this, Falaniel." After Latan said this, he was pecked hard by the white-beaked raven. "Where is High Priest Tongen? I didn't see her on the battlefield."

Falaniel answered immediately: "She is on the eighth floor of the castle, in the magical room that wizards call the Room of Requirement." He hesitated, "She does not support the centaurs' participation in the wizards' battle and claims that-"

"This will bring destruction to the centaurs." Latan said the prophecy that High Priest Tongen had repeated countless times.

Falaniel nodded, swishing his tail nervously.

His head hurt even more, and it was no surprise that Latan found himself considering whether to kill the High Priest Tongen with a single punch, even if this action would cause the centaurs to become hostile to him.

...What about your mission, Magnus? Do you remember it?

Holy shit!

"I will never let this ridiculous prophecy come true." Latan maintained his smile, bent down and patted Falaniel's shoulder, "As long as I am still here, the Centaurs will never be destroyed. You did a good job today, Chief, take your people to rest. Madam Pomfrey will treat you."

Falaniel neighed in gratitude, bent his front legs toward Latan, and knelt in submission.

Latan watched him lead a group of centaurs through the crowd and up the stairs. The sound of horses' hooves clattering against the marble made a crisp sound. At the same time, the students and professors of Hogwarts also gathered around without any separation.

"Latan! That move you just made was so cool!" The speaker was George, or maybe Fred.

"Those guys won't come back, right?" Neville was trembling all over, holding a two-handed giant sword taken from the armor in the corridor.

"I want to leave Hogwarts. My father works for the Ministry of Magic..." Pansy Parkinson is a second-year Slytherin girl. Her father is a supporter of Voldemort, but not a Death Eater.

"I love you!" Cassandra Worley, with her blond hair in disarray and a scar on her forehead. Latan deliberately avoided looking at her.

"Anyone who is injured should go to the infirmary! Don't gather here!" Percy and Penelope, the prefects of Gryffindor and Ravenclaw.

The girl had been controlled by the time traveler Park Changyong through a system for a period of time, but at this moment she was holding Percy's hand tightly. It seemed that today's battle had allowed the Gryffindor prefect to win back the heart of his ex-girlfriend.

"Red Lion! Red Lion! Red Lion!" Harry and Hermione supported Ron, who had sprained his ankle. The iron triangle was still so unbreakable. The lightning scar on the forehead of the boy who survived turned red with excitement.

The voices of the crowd rose one after another, causing his brain to throb with pain in their tones. Latan tried his best to maintain a confident and decent smile, even though the excruciating pain made his vision turn blood red.

...What about your mission, Magnus? Do you remember it?

Shut up……

Do you remember?

To shut up!

remember?

remember?

remember?

My...My mission is...

Suddenly, in the surging crowd, Latan saw a figure standing firm. It was an old man, a young man, a middle-aged man, a man, a woman, a beautiful man, an ugly man. He was just an non-existent existence that had existed since time immemorial, a light that was darker than light.

He is gold and also dirt, he is life and also death, he is noble and also base, he is loyal and also cunning, he is the source of mankind and also the end of mankind, he is all that is good in human nature and also all that is ugly in human nature... He is "he".

"He" stood in the crowd, looking at Latan and Magnus silently.

Latan's pupils trembled, and he stammered, "Father..."

"Mr. Magnus!" Professor McGonagall's high and crisp voice instantly drowned out the noise of the students and brought Latan back to reality from the chaos and illusion. "We need to talk!"

There is no "him" in the crowd.

Latan looked at the Transfiguration Professor dully. Minerva McGonagall's usually tightly tied bun was disheveled, and her thin lips, full of tiny wrinkles, were pursed into a straight line.

"Of course, Professor," he heard himself say meekly. "Right here?"

Professor McGonagall looked at him suspiciously, pointed her wand at the gravel on the ground, and these irregular stones immediately turned into hundreds of soft purple sleeping bags. With a wave of her wand, these comfortable-looking sleeping bags floated up from the ground and automatically flew into the arms of the students present.

"Prefects of each house, take the students to the hall and let them rest there. Injured students should go to the school hospital to find Madam Pomfrey. Otherwise, the school will not be responsible for any sequelae or scars." She gave the order in a crisp and clear manner, "Mr. Magnus, come with us."

"We" refers to the deans of the four major colleges. Professor Sprout was holding a pot of mandrake, his chubby face full of anxiety; Professor Snape's black robe was burnt by something, and he exuded a burnt smell from head to toe; Professor Flitwick, who was always smiling, had a tense face and was terribly silent.

Latan followed them into the small room next to the Great Hall, where the freshmen waited for the Sorting Ceremony. So much had happened during that time that it seemed like hundreds of years since he had last stepped foot here.

The small room was filled with smoke and dust, and the walls were covered with cracks. The dim sunlight shone through the cracks, leaving zigzag spots of light on the floor.

Professor McGonagall closed the door with her wand. "First it was the warm snow, then the flying dragon, and then this group of orcs... I never thought Hogwarts would become so unsafe, Mr. Magnus. But if it continues like this, Hogwarts will be forced to close and the students will be dismissed."