My Little Pony: Another World Adventure

Ratan, with his crotch shining, interrupted Professor Binns's lecture. The old ghost had a look on his face that said "you've done me a big job", and he looked at the red lion deeply, then lowered his head to continue reading the textbook.

"Man, I thought I was getting horny when I saw your genitali (Italian for genitals) glowing weirdly." Dante, who was not sleepy at all, started to speak dirty words, "So what is this?"

"A pyroxene staff." Latarn handed the steel staff inlaid with blue crystals to Ginny. The pyroxene in the girl's hand flickered like a firefly on a summer night, emitting a cool glow. "This is the most common version, even a young wizard can use it. But Ginny can only condense one pyroxene a day, so the output cannot be increased."

Ginny's face flushed, and she raised her hand to hit Latarn's arm, "You say that as if I'm the hen that lays golden eggs."

"The intermittent light of fireflies..." Minamoto Kiyotaka recited a haiku in Japanese with the theme of pyroxene, "Bright and dim in a space of one foot, how can I bear the loneliness."

Dante poked Minamoto Kiyotaka's waist with a wicked smile: "Lonely brother."

The mixed-blood pulled a long face and said, "Shut up, duck."

"It's not a duck! It's Dante!"

"Anyway, look at the camera." Colin raised the camera and said to Ginny, who was holding the pyroxene staff, "Smile."

"By the way, Colin," Latan said as the young reporter pressed the shutter, "how long can your Ultra transformation last?"

"If you stand still after transforming, you can last about ten minutes." Colin shook the photos that the camera had taken out, and said as he recalled, "If you fight a low-intensity battle like the one we fought against the orcs the day before yesterday, you can only last five minutes. If you fight a high-intensity battle, you can probably only last one or two minutes at most."

"What about the height?" Ratan opened the Book of Magnus and recorded the information. "Kiyotaka said that Ultraman the First and Ultraman Seven are generally around fifty meters tall, but you can only become Ultraman Next, who is ten meters tall."

"Maybe he hasn't completely merged with Guang yet?" Minamoto Kiyotaka interrupted.

"I don't know." Colin scratched his head in confusion, "But I can feel that Nexter is completely different from the first generation and Leo. He has a strong vitality, and... seems to be growing with me. His light is a bond, closely entangled with me."

Dante tilted his head: "The bond alone strangles generation after generation."

Colin said with a straight face, "Shut up, duck."

"Don't say such unlucky words." Ginny glared at Dante angrily, "No one will bleed in vain, except our enemies."

"I agree." Latan raised his hand and ruffled Ginny's red hair, then said to Colin, "Come with me to the Sellafield Nuclear Power Plant after school this afternoon, where Godzilla landed."

"Huh?" Colin pointed at his nose in disbelief. "Really? I'm fighting Godzilla?"

Minamoto Kiyotaka frowned, "For Colin right now, Godzilla's combat power is too high."

"Don't even mention combat power. This nuclear lizard is as tall as thirty Nexters. It can be crushed to death." Dante said with a pout.

"Godzilla is not a fool. He will leave after eating the radioactive materials in the nuclear power plant." Ginny retorted, "Latarn will not let Colin do anything dangerous. He must have other purposes than fighting when he goes to the nuclear power plant."

"Great, there is another smart person here besides me." Latarn gave Ginny an affirmative smile. He put his hand on Colin's shoulder and said in a deep voice: "I believe in you, Colin, so you have to believe in me who believes in you."

After a brief pause, Colin grinned, "No problem, big brother."

As the bell rang, Professor Binns turned around and walked across the blackboard to leave the classroom without any delay. The little wizards who had experienced a dreamless sleep stood up in twos and threes, packed up their things and prepared to go to the next class.

When going downstairs, Ratan saw from a distance the pale faces of second-year students such as Harry, Ron and Hermione. Each of them was as pale as paper, and their arms holding "Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Defense" were shaking constantly. Their steps were weak and powerless, as if they had been hugged by Dementors.

"What's wrong with you?" Ginny grabbed Ron, whose freckles had faded. "You guys are in such a state during a Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Did Grindelwald use you to practice the Imperius Curse?"

Ron looked like he was about to vomit. He covered his mouth and shook his head, refusing to say a word.

Harry almost slid down the banister and said weakly, "You guys don't have Defense Against the Dark Arts class until this afternoon, do you?"

Dante raised his eyebrows and pulled out the class schedule copied on parchment from his satchel: "It does say so here."

"Then you must eat less for lunch." Hermione said earnestly, her pale face full of a serious expression.

"Riddler, get out of Hogwarts!" Ginny put her hands on her hips, like a feral cat. "What's wrong with you? Can you give me a definite answer?"

The three of them looked at each other. Ron carefully put down his hand that was covering his mouth and sighed, "He knows too much about the dark arts."

"No one understands better than him." Harry agreed, his expression was very complicated, as if he wanted to laugh but was afraid of vomiting.

"Anyway, you'll find out when you start class." Hermione said, her face suddenly turned pale, she stuffed the book in her hand into Ron's arms, covered her mouth and ran to the girls' bathroom without looking back, leaving the Ratan Five looking at each other in bewilderment.

"It's come to this," Latan said. "Let's go to class first."

10:15 am, on the first floor of the castle, in the Magic Alchemy classroom.

The original wooden desks in the classroom were replaced with stainless steel workbenches with the World Tree emblem of Kassel College. Professor Mans stood on the podium, smoking a Cohiba cigar, clapping his hands and urging the students who entered the classroom one after another, "Two people per workbench, hurry up, I don't want to delay the class."

"Professor, smoking is not allowed indoors."

"Thank you for your reminder, Miss Rothwild." Professor Mance gestured to the Ravenclaw girl with the cigar. "It's not lit yet, so I just put it in my mouth to satisfy my thirst. Okay, everyone sit down, and students sitting by the window please close the windows and draw the curtains."

Dante happily started to work as the curtain general, and the classroom suddenly became dark. He naturally wanted to find Minamoto Kiyotaka to accompany him, but when he turned around, he found that the little Japanese was sitting at the same operating table with Luna.

"Traitor!" He said with resentment, like a wife who found out her husband was cheating, his eyes staring straight at the seat under Luna that should have belonged to him.

Colin greeted enthusiastically, "Come sit with me, Duck Brother."

"It's not a duck, it's Dante!" The half-demon poked Colin's forehead with a finger, causing the young reporter to be unable to straighten up for a long time due to the pain. "If you call me a duck again, I'll get angry with you."

"Quiet!" Professor Mance rapped the podium with his knuckles. "Put away your wands," the students wailed. This instruction meant that this class would be very boring. "Take out the beveled carving knives and clay from the drawer of the workbench."

Hearing that they were going to do it themselves, the little wizards immediately became happy again. Ginny scooped out a handful of wet brown clay and swirled it around in her hands, Dante and Colin had already started kneading noodles, and Minamoto Kiyotaka helplessly watched Luna smear the clay on his face, saying that this was how the Snorkeller avoided harassment.

Latan held a carving knife as small as the one used by a Korean man between his index finger and thumb. Seeing that Professor Mance remained calm in the midst of the chaos, he picked up the remote control and pressed the projector with the Mark of Purity at the back of the classroom. A photo was instantly projected onto the blackboard.

"I have excavated fourteen kinds of weapons from the tar on the body of the Styracosaurus. This is one of them. It looks like the Nodachi used by Japanese samurai, but its overall length and width are greater, so it is simply called Tachi." Professor Mans pointed at the long bone sword in the picture with his pointer and pressed the remote control at the same time, and the picture jumped.

"This is a greatsword, literally, a very big sword. This is a one-handed sword, a one-handed sword and a shield. If you don't like shields, you can use two one-handed swords to form a double blade. This is a sledgehammer, which is very easy to understand. It is probably used to smash the scales and shells on the monster's body. This is a spear, this is a gunlance, this is a shield axe, and this is..."

Pictures flashed across the blackboard, and finally stopped at a weapon that looked like a sledgehammer but with a longer handle. It was bulging at one end and a hollow round handle at the other, with several holes in the handle.

Professor Mance put down the remote control and said to the little wizards who had already started to listen carefully: "Is there any student who can guess what this weapon is called?"

A Gryffindor boy stood up with his hands raised: "Hammer!"

"Good guess, five points to Gryffindor." Professor Mance pointed with his pointer at the thick bulge and the round handle with holes in the projected image. "Actually, this is a flute. I named it the hunting flute. It can produce a variety of different tones, and you can also use the flute head to smash the monster's head. So it's not wrong to call it a long-handled hammer."

There was a burst of laughter from the audience. Professor Mance lowered his hands and asked another question: "You have all experienced the war of the orc invasion, and you have a general understanding of how the battlefield is changing rapidly. Hunting monsters is the same. You can be seriously injured and fall to the ground if you are not careful. So, in this case, why is there a weapon designed specifically for playing?"

Looking at the little wizards who were lost in thought, Professor Mance smiled slightly and raised his hands and clapped them.

As if paint was spreading in the water, a pretty girl with a ninja sword on her waist appeared next to Professor Mance. If Lucius were here, he would definitely recognize her as Mizuo Rin who shined in the Battle of Hogsmeade.

Minamoto Kiyotaka was slightly startled, then turned to Latan and said, "Her word spirit is the Dark Light, which distorts light to create a field that hides the body, which is equivalent to a portable invisibility cloak."

Mizuo Rin had her hair cut on both sides of her cheeks, and in her arms was the dragon bone hunting flute that Professor Mance showed in the picture. She walked slowly, placed the dragon hunting weapon in her arms on the podium, placed her hands on her lower abdomen, bowed slightly to the students, took a step back, and disappeared into the air.

"Students, look here." Professor Mans tapped the podium with his knuckles again, regaining the students' attention that had been taken away by Mizuo Rin. "Just now I said that the hunting horn can produce a variety of timbres, and the timbres are combined together to form a score. When the score is played..."

Professor Mans kept the secret a secret and waved his hand, saying, "Please use a carving knife to gently prick a small wound on your finger. Just squeeze out a drop of blood."

Latan grabbed Ginny's hand and pierced the girl's fingertip with a wound as big as a lancet.

Ginny instinctively twitched, and stared at Latarn with her big brown eyes in grievance: "Why don't you cut your own hand?"

"My hand?" Latan smiled and brought the carving knife close to his palm, cutting forward and backward, with the tip of the knife circling like a blooming flower.

Hey, guess what? Not to mention making a cut, there wasn’t even a white mark. Instead, the lines on the palm of my hand smoothed out the tip of the knife!

"It's not capable of that."

The young wizards were eager to know what this big flute was used for. They immediately pricked their fingers and watched eagerly as Professor Mance leaned over and blocked the end of the flute handle with his lips. His cheeks puffed up, and the hunting flute that had been soaked in the tar of the giant horn dragon for who knows how many years sounded again. The ancient melody sounded like...

"This flute has a bad digestive system," Dante said bluntly, "This tune is full of soup and water."

"Duck brother!" Colin shouted in surprise, and put his finger under Dante's nose, "Look!"