My Little Pony: Another World Adventure

This was the scene Umbridge saw when she arrived at Hogsmeade platform on the Hogwarts Express, carrying a document signed by Minister Fudge.

The once prosperous Hogsmeade village was now reduced to ruins. Several Muggle trucks were lying in disarray on the streets. A group of weirdos in black windbreakers dug out some barely recognizable daily necessities from the ruins from time to time and piled them together for the disheveled villagers to claim.

A little further away, in the place where Umbridge remembered the Shrieking Shack should have been, a square, undecorated factory rose from the ground. From inside came the deafening roar of machinery, and dozens of chimneys, some thick and some thin, pierced the sky, spewing out endless foul-smelling black smoke.

Farther away, beneath the dilapidated Hogwarts Castle, in the Forbidden Forest that has existed for who knows how many years, thousands of ferocious beasts flap their wings and soar into the sky from among the towering ancient trees, hundreds of dragons dance wildly, and at the climax of the dance, they shatter into purple-black clouds and return to the cycle of the Forbidden Forest.

All of this exuded an unsettling vitality, causing Umbridge to look up at the station sign to make sure she had arrived at the real Hogwarts.

"Mrs. Umbridge, please don't block the carriage door."

A businesslike and rigid voice sounded from behind Umbridge. The deputy minister who was being ordered around immediately showed an unhappy look on his face, but still stepped aside obediently.

A haggard wizard got out of the carriage. He was about fifty or sixty years old, with greasy brown hair mixed with white strands, combed meticulously. His facial features were as straight as if carved out of wood, and the short moustache on his upper lip was as straight as a brand new toothbrush, without a single strand out of place.

This face is more suitable for a bank manager than a wizard, but this person is Barty Crouch, Director of the Department of International Magical Exchange and Cooperation at the Ministry of Magic.

Umbridge didn't like this ungentlemanly old fellow, but she knew that this man was more capable than her who had risen to power by flattering Fudge. Moreover, this trip to Hogwarts was bound to involve dealing with many foreigners, so she had no choice but to hold her nose and let him come along for the meeting.

Due to the sudden outbreak of the warm snow incident in recent days, Mr. Crouch has been forced to engage in intensive diplomatic work with the wizarding communities of neighboring countries to ensure that the Ministry of Magic in other regions cannot use this as an excuse to extend its hands into the United Kingdom.

In order to ensure this effect, he had not slept for more than 72 hours. He was even processing documents on the Hogwarts Express, but more owls kept bringing more bad news.

Because of this, the exhausted Mr. Crouch felt dizzy as soon as he got off the car, and his body fell forward uncontrollably. Fortunately, a pair of strong hands passed through his armpits and supported the old man steadily.

Mr. Crouch stood up straight with his tired body, looked back with his heavy eye bags, and said sincerely: "Thank you, Ms. Kelsey."

"You're so polite, sir." Kelsey replied in a tone that was almost polite and distant. She wore a green corset dress with a loose white coat on the outside, exposing her shoulders with black crystal growths. Her short hair was as pale as her coat, and there were two cat ears on her head, with pointed black hair on the tips.

Umbridge also hated this woman whom Dr. Avery called Queen Kate, from her cat ears to her slutty skirt with transparent plastic material. This hybrid always spoke in an unfathomable tone, as if she regarded all the important officials of the Ministry of Magic as ignorant children.

She's worse than me, Umbridge thought. She's dressed like a prostitute in the Victorian era, showing off her long white legs shamelessly. She's obviously a bitch who relies on seducing men to get ahead.

Wait, girl, I'll make you understand the cruelty of politics, which can't be achieved by shaking your butt and shaking your tits. In this game of power, beauty can only make you be eaten up faster.

"Is this Hogwarts?" Kal'tsit said, looking up at the castle standing on the top of the hill. "A dozen adults and hundreds of children can actually resist the troops of Rhodes Island. It seems that the weak also have their tenacity, which is worth learning."

Umbridge looked at Kelsey as if she were looking at a particularly stubborn stain. "You will regret underestimating Dumbledore, Ms. Kelsey. Not just anyone can fathom the wisdom of a white wizard."

"Children will not look down on ants. Although they can be killed with a backhand, they still have pincers that are strong enough to pierce the skin." Kelsey said lightly, "I am surprised by your words, Ms. Umbridge. I thought you didn't like Mr. Dumbledore."

Umbridge was about to refute when she heard noisy laughter in the carriage: "Kelsey is scolding us again."

"I just like hearing this. It's much more enjoyable than being scolded myself."

"Oh, keep your voice down, I don't want to get myself into trouble."

"It's time for us to get off the bus! Get off, get off!"

One by one, the hybrids in Umbridge's eyes filed out of the carriages, stretched themselves on the not very spacious platform, and fiddled with strange weapons. The names of these little brats were weird, such as Bagpipe, Furong, Yanrong, Huang... Umbridge hated everything that didn't fit her cognition.

Mr. Crouch looked drowsy, but he still tried to be alert. "Are you all here?" He nodded like a worried head teacher. "Okay, let's finish things here quickly. There is still a lot of work waiting for me to do in the department."

Umbridge heard the warning in Crouch's words, and snorted coldly at Kelsey. She hugged the document signed by Minister Fudge in a victorious manner, moved her fat and soft body, and led the way towards Hogsmeade village.

Behind her, Mr. Crouch was breathing rapidly and walking heavily, while Kal'tsit was walking lightly with a cool posture. The Rhodes Island operators with strange ears and colorful hair were chattering about what to eat for dinner, and frequently cast curious glances at the Hogsmeade villagers who were queuing up to claim furniture and rations, just like a group of primary school students out for a spring outing.

Almost at the same time, the strange men in black windbreakers who were walking through the ruins stopped moving, and their pairs of glowing golden eyes stared at Umbridge's team with tangible pressure. Their upright bodies looked like statues cast in cast iron, or like crows waiting for death to come.

The villagers of Hogsmeade also lost interest in the broken furniture and slowly gathered around like zombies, their numb and stiff faces looking extremely terrifying.

damn it……

Umbridge immediately realized that it was a wrong decision to bring Dr. Avery's people with her. She should have stopped the pure-blood old man's idea of ​​showing off at all costs. But she was the deputy minister after all. Facing a group of white civilians, she shouted sternly: "I am acting on behalf of the Ministry of Magic! All irrelevant people, get out of the way!"

This sentence made the villagers stop, but they did not disperse. They stood blankly on both sides of the road, like a strange welcoming team. Hateful eyes replaced flowers and applause, covering the route of this official team.

Umbridge heard the whispers of the group of human-animal goblins behind her.

"We seem to be hated. Why?"

"Does this mean that this land doesn't welcome the infected either?"

"That's right, we didn't destroy their village, why are they so unwelcoming to us?"

"Did you hear the child's cry..."

"Shut up!" Umbridge almost yelled.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" Mr. Crouch raised his voice to cover the whispers of the Rhodes Island operators. "I know that you have all suffered in this natural disaster! I also know that it has not been easy for you these days! But you must believe in the Ministry of Magic. We will do our best to make up for the losses you have suffered!"

Before he finished speaking, a large copper pot used to boil syrup came whistling and almost smashed Mr. Crouch's tired head. A bald strong man in the crowd on the street was held tightly by someone. His eyes were red and he roared with saliva flying: "My wife is dead! You fucking save her! My wife is dead! Dead!"

Umbridge stared at the copper pot that fell at her feet in amazement. She and Crouch both knew that the situation would be completely out of control. The words of the bald man, Ambrosio, the owner of the Duke of Bee Candy Store, directly triggered public anger. In an instant, countless broken stone slabs and bricks mixed with curses rained down on the Ministry of Magic team.

"You are an idiot who only cares about your position and does nothing! You have embezzled all our taxpayers' money!"

"Get out of Hogsmeade! Your feet are not welcome on this land!"

"Eat shit at the Ministry of Magic!"

"What are you standing there for?" Kelsey ordered the Rhodes Island operators not to fight back, and shouted to Umbridge who had already drawn her wand, "Run!"

Umbridge hurriedly led her team to flee in a panic, not knowing whether she should be angry or relieved. You know, those villagers were all wizards with wands. With so many wizards present, even if one of them cast a levitation spell, they could send her out of the atmosphere and stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun.

Fortunately, these villagers still retained some rationality. They just threw some stones and bricks and didn't use any magic. It was almost... it was like it was all planned?

Before she could think about it, a man wrapped in a bulging yellow isolation suit strode towards Umbridge, his handsome Aryan face smiling brightly behind the transparent mask of the isolation suit.

"I'm Karl, Karl Heinrich." The strange man in the isolation suit bowed enthusiastically to Umbridge, "At your service!"

Umbridge couldn't remember when this person had appeared in Hogwarts. She patted the pebbles in her short grey hair and asked hesitantly, "You are..."

"I am a visiting professor hired by Headmaster Dumbledore." Carl said with a smile, "Of course, I am not a wizard. As a scientific researcher, I don't have the power they have."

As he spoke, Karl took out an exquisitely carved iron cigarette case and a brass lighter from the pocket of his isolation suit and said, "Would you like to have a cigarette to calm your nerves?"

Without waiting for Umbridge to answer, he pressed the button of the lighter with a click. The small brass lighter immediately made a roaring sound that was completely inconsistent with its size. The flame spurted out to be more than one meter long, like a burning sword, and almost set the Deputy Minister of Magic's hair on fire.

Umbridge leaned back suddenly and bumped into Kelsey. "I don't smoke, Mr. Karl." She stood firm with cold sweat on her face and said angrily, "Thank you for your kindness."

"Really? What a pity." Carl said calmly, and threw the lighter and cigarette box to the sides. As soon as the two small things landed on the ground, they exploded with a thunderous roar, and two pillars of fire rose up from the spot. Thick black smoke formed a mushroom-shaped cap, and the firelight made Umbridge and Mr. Crouch look extremely pale.

"You carry two such dangerous objects in your pocket?" asked Mr. Crouch, with the most respectful tone.

Karl smiled slightly: “More than two.”

Mr. Crouch: “Ah?”

"This protective suit, this pair of gloves, including the contact lenses on my eyes, everything you can see on me can explode!" Carl showed a fanatical and twisted smile and raised his right arm high. "The self-destruction level of the Kassel Academy Equipment Department is the best in the world!"

Umbridge really didn't know how this madman could speak so proudly about the fact that he had a lot of explosives on him. She had now begun to suspect whether Professor Carl had some blood relationship with those terrorists who shouted "Allahu Akbar" every day.