My Little Pony: Another World Adventure

Hogwarts had never looked so spooky.

When Dumbledore suggested "showing you the recent losses our school has suffered", Umbridge and the Ministry of Magic had just passed through the entrance hall scattered with four-colored gems. In the shadows on all sides stood ragged little wizards, staring at the orcs including Kalsey.

The air was filled with the smell of sweat and blood. The students had been running around in their school all day yesterday. Although no one was fatally injured thanks to the protection of an unnamed raven, bumps and bruises were inevitable.

Almost every student was wearing tattered clothes, their hair was full of dust and oil, and their bodies were wrapped in blood-stained bandages. They looked more like refugees than wizards, but their eyes were burning with hatred for the government and the orcs. They wished to skin and bones the well-dressed deputy minister and eat the flesh and blood of the arrogant orcs alive!

Umbridge could only quickly evacuate the headmaster's proposal: "It is more important to evacuate the students to a safe place. The Ministry of Magic has set up a safe zone, and they will be protected there."

Professor Flitwick, a short man, said pointedly, "Protection or surveillance? Madam Umbridge, please explain this clearly."

"Of course it's protection!" Umbridge would never admit that Minister Fudge intended to hold the lifeblood of British adult wizards in his hands. "Children, don't you want to see your families? Trust the government, trust the Ministry of Magic, the Aurors will protect you!"

As soon as she finished speaking, a discordant and childish voice came from among the students: "Bullshit! Aurors only care about the lives of senior officials! Only Latarn will protect us!"

Mr. Crouch's expression changed. "Who? Who is spreading such rumors that are detrimental to unity?"

"Battie, it's normal for students to feel resentful," Dumbledore said calmly. "After all, the reason why Hogwarts is the safest place in the UK is because of the close supervision of the Ministry of Magic, in addition to the minor work I have done."

Professor Snape said sarcastically: "Look at how many disasters Hogwarts has suffered during this period? Snowstorm, dragon disaster, the group of orcs behind you just evacuated from the castle yesterday evening. How can you let students trust the government and the Ministry of Magic?"

"Ministry of Magic, get out of Hogwarts!" The voice in the crowd sounded again, but from a different direction. In the crowded environment, it was impossible to tell who was speaking.

"Get out! Bureaucratic rubbish!" Along with this insult came a fist-sized piece of gravel, which hit Mr. Crouch squarely on the forehead. He screamed in pain and fell to the ground, covering his bleeding forehead.

Then the situation collapsed like a landslide. Every little wizard either picked up stones and bricks from the ground or drew their wands. All of a sudden, all kinds of spells and rubble rained down on the Ministry of Magic team, and there were even a few gunshots.

Gun?! Umbridge's head was buzzing. How could the students have such Muggle wands?!

"No fighting back." Kelsey's face was calm. She had obviously anticipated this situation and immediately gave orders to the operators, "Defense formation, protect Mr. Crouch and Ms. Umbridge!"

As she spoke, she wanted to reach out to help Mr. Crouch, but Professor McGonagall was tall and long-legged, and she blocked Kal'tsit in one step. The Transfiguration Professor said calmly: "I will take Mr. Crouch to treat his injuries. You and Mr. Dumbledore go first."

Kal'tsit's eyes narrowed: "Is this also part of your plan?"

"We are in charge of the school and education. How can we control what students want to say?" Professor McGonagall smiled slightly, helped the weak Mr. Crouch and walked upstairs.

At the same time, Professor Dumbledore waved and shouted, "Ladies and gentlemen, please take shelter in my office!"

Kal'tsit pursed her lips. She felt that her Ministry of Magic team was like a bug that had stumbled into a spider web. Apart from struggling in vain, they could only watch the deadly threads getting tighter and tighter around their bodies.

"Everyone!" Kal'tsit raised her hand and waved, "Follow Mr. Dumbledore!"

Umbridge held her wand in a panic, looking blankly at the angry faces of the students. She really didn't know what this wand could do. In this situation, even if Minister Fudge came in person, he would have to run away.

Suddenly, she heard that voice again: "Look at the camera and smile!"

She subconsciously looked in the direction of the voice. With a click, a dazzling white flash made her eyes burst into tears. The voice said again: "Thank you!"

Throughout the whole process, Umbridge didn't see who was causing all this trouble. She only felt a hand tightly grasping her arm, dragging her almost savagely through the Rhodes Island operators and heading in another direction.

"Where are you taking me?!" Umbridge shouted in horror, her eyes stung by the strong light and she couldn't open them at all.

"Don't you want to see?" The girl's voice sounded close to her ear. She and she seemed to be shrouded in a layer of light gauze. "How does Latan Magnus treat his students?"

This name that appeared several times made Umbridge excited. The Battle Tank belonged to Magnus, the Hogsmeade factory belonged to Magnus, and even the one who protected the students was Magnus. Of course, she wanted to know the true face of this man under the halo, at least to get some handles that could be used.

"It seems you have figured it out." said the girl who grabbed Umbridge's arm. "Then shut up and follow me."

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Amid the chaos, Colin thanked his classmates for their full cooperation, while quickly shaking out a few freshly taken Polaroid photos.

Among them, the wonderful scene of Mr. Crouch falling to the ground in a mess, the heartwarming moment of Professor McGonagall supporting the Director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, and Umbridge's panic-stricken look when the students raised their wands were all captured by him one by one, with incredible clarity.

Protecting the precious photos, Colin finally got out of the boiling crowd and ran into an empty classroom. He excitedly said to the Horned Owl Ahriman who had been waiting there, "Sure enough, everything is within Latan's expectations!"

Ahriman immediately raised his head proudly, as if to say: That's my Ahriman's master, boy!

"Yes, yes, it's as if he can predict the future." Colin put the photo into an envelope with the address and recipient written on it, sealed it with wax, and stuffed it into the horned owl's mouth. "Go and deliver the letter. Tomorrow, the sales of The Quibbler will surpass The Daily Prophet!"

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"Lawless, absolutely lawless!"

In the Transfiguration professor's office on the fourth floor of the castle, Mr. Crouch, with purple lips, fell heavily into Professor McGonagall's chair. The wound on his forehead caused by a stone was still bleeding, staining his starched shirt collar red.

"School is not a lawless place!" His eyes bulged, and he looked like a hysterical madman as he shouted to Professor McGonagall, whose forehead was slightly sweaty. "Professor Quirrell's mysterious disappearance last year was one thing! But guns! These kids actually have guns! And they opened fire on us!"

"Yes, yes," Professor McGonagall replied nonchalantly, rummaging in a drawer for some distilled essence to stop bleeding. "I don't know who allowed them to do that. Barty, would you like a biscuit?"

Looking at the biscuit box handed over and the flattering smile on Professor McGonagall's face, Mr. Crouch snorted heavily, opened the lid of the box without even looking at it, and put his hand in, complaining: "Students nowadays just need to be disciplined. Each generation is worse than the previous one. When I was studying at Hogwarts -"

The cold touch from his fingertips made his voice stop abruptly. Mr. Crouch lowered his head stiffly. In the cute cat biscuit box, the yellow copper-headed bullets were closely arranged, as if smiling at him.

"Minerva," said Mr. Crouch in a disembodied voice, "what is this?"

Professor McGonagall peered over the chest of drawers next to her desk. "Oh, American-made 7.62*33mm round-nosed bullets for the M1 carbine."

Mr. Crouch felt his blood pressure spike. "I don't care what gun it's for!" he yelled. "Why are there bullets in your office?!"

Professor McGonagall, who had just opened the chest of drawers, frowned, put her hands on her hips and turned around, "As a professor of Transfiguration, it's normal to have bullets in my office!"

Merlin's big ass!

Mr. Crouch was about to explode when the door of the chest of drawers behind Professor McGonagall opened a crack, and heavy black guns rushed out one after another, hitting the ground with a ping-pong sound.

For a moment, the Transfiguration Office was as quiet as a graveyard. Mr. Crouch's eyes almost popped out of his head. It was not until Professor McGonagall squatted gracefully, picked up an M14 rifle, and skillfully checked the chamber to confirm the safety that he asked in a choked voice, "How do you explain this?"

"As I said just now, as a professor of Transfiguration, I can't help but confiscate some prohibited items from students." Professor McGonagall smiled calmly, "Thanks to Miss Elena who tried to sell arms in Hogwarts, it became a very logical thing for me to have various firearms in my office and master their use."

Mr. Crouch said feebly: "Though—but—"

"Battie." Professor McGonagall's tone suddenly became stern. She pointed the muzzle of the M14 rifle at the ceiling and pulled out her wand from her robes. "Since I've gone to so much trouble to make up an excuse, could you please stop asking stupid questions?"

"Then you can't keep them!" Mr. Crouch shouted, completely losing control of his expression, his rigid face twisted with fear and anger, "It's illegal!"

"Before the Ministry of Magic condescended to send people to the school, it was these illegal things that protected the students' safety." Professor McGonagall said coldly.

"Even so, the gun is——"

Mr. Crouch's body jerked back in his office chair and slammed against the wall as Professor McGonagall thrust the muzzle of her gun straight into his mouth and pressed her wand against his eyes at the same time!

"Please forgive my anger, Barty. A lot has happened recently." Professor McGonagall's tone was steady, but her eyes were more piercing than ice spikes. "The magic world has been closed for too long. If the Ministry of Magic wants us to still abide by the principle of 'ancestral laws cannot be changed' in the face of natural disasters, then Hogwarts can only choose to arm ourselves and give the British wizards a clear and bright world."

After a brief pause, Professor McGonagall pulled the barrel of the gun out of Mr. Crouch's mouth, who looked terrified, and asked calmly as if nothing had happened, "Would you like a biscuit?"

"...Okay." Mr. Crouch looked pale, "Okay..."

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Who is actually in charge of Hogwarts?

When Umbridge asked this question, she got the following answer.

Penelope Clearwater, a fifth-year Ravenclaw student, prefect, and half-blood wizard, said, "Hmm? Ratan."

"It depends on the specific situation, but Ratan is definitely one of them," said Mr. Cedric Diggory, a fourth-year Hufflepuff student, a seeker on the Quidditch team, and whose father works at the Ministry of Magic. "The above is just my personal opinion."

"Isn't it Latane?" said Hermione Granger, a second-year Gryffindor student and a pure Muggle-blooded wizard. "Of course, if the Wizengamot International Confederation of Wizards is included, that's not necessarily the case."

"Are we going to elect a new headmaster?" said the distinguished Miss Pansy Parkinson, a second-year Slytherin student and one of the twenty-eight pure-blood families. "I vote for Latarn! He is the one that everyone wants!"