My Little Pony: Another World Adventure

Draco asked Professor Flitwick for leave, and instead of attending the Charms class, he took Lockhart and Skeeter to the eighth floor of the castle. The empty classrooms on that floor were allocated to the villagers of Hogsmeade, allowing them to reopen their shops directly in the castle.

In Latan's words, it is to reduce the time that young wizards spend on the road to purchase supplies and solve the "last mile" problem.

Hogsmeade village relies on the constant influx of students from Hogwarts to maintain its good economic situation. In this case, why not just let the villagers settle down in the school?

Anyway, the number of students in the seven grade levels is only about 300. Even if there are more than 80 villagers, there is still a lot of redundant space inside Hogwarts Castle.

However, it can also be seen from here that in the past hundred years, the wizard clan has become increasingly decadent.

Draco found an empty room at random, closed the door to block out the noise of the villagers decorating the classroom, sat down and said to Rita Skeeter: "You can start."

The smile on Skeeter's face reminded Draco of a hyena seeing a rotting corpse. He could see three gold teeth in her mouth, and her long red-nailed fingers formed a nauseating contrast with the emerald green quill, the red was dull and the green was dazzling.

She dragged over a wooden box containing Mrs. Skoll's all-purpose stain remover, spread the parchment on the box, put the tip of the quill in her mouth and sucked on it for a while, then stood the pen upright on the parchment.

Draco watched as she loosened her grip and the quill stood upright on its own, trembling slightly.

"Just a test," she said. "My name is Rita Skeeter, and I'm a reporter for the Daily Prophet."

As soon as he finished speaking, the green feather pen began to write vigorously, and the tip of the pen moved in circles across the paper.

Draco glanced at the parchment: Rita Skeeter, a charming blonde, aged forty-one, whose rebellious quill had exposed many a frivolous reputation -

My goodness, this woman is even worse than Lockhart.

The little snake looked at the former Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. Although Lockhart liked to claim credit for things done by others, at least his writing skills were outstanding. He was able to make a boring exorcism incident full of ups and downs and climaxes. This was the basis for Lockhart to gain a large number of fans.

And Skeeter, oh, this woman is just like some novel writers who run out of inspiration without smart writing tools.

"Excellent," Skeeter said shamelessly, tearing the first paragraph from the parchment, crumpling it up, and stuffing it into her crocodile handbag. Then she leaned towards Draco: "So, Master Malfoy, what do you think of Latan Magnus?"

"I think--"

As soon as Draco opened his mouth, his attention was immediately drawn to the emerald green quill. He had only spoken two words when the pen whizzed across the parchment, writing a long paragraph:

Complex yet gentle emotions bloomed from Draco Malfoy's eyes, as if he was looking up at the back of Latarn Magnus, full of a young man's longing and unspeakable admiration -

"Never mind the pen," Skeeter said firmly. "Go on, Master Malfoy."

Lockhart sneered, "Really, Rita, after all these years, you still haven't learned how to hold a pen yourself?"

"Please don't interrupt my interview, Gilderoy." Skeeter said with a wry smile, "You are just a best-selling author, and I am a contracted reporter for the Daily Prophet."

"You've been around for so many years and you're still just a contract reporter?" Lockhart sneered. "That's amazing."

Skeeter raised a thick eyebrow and was about to say something more pointed when Lockhart slowly picked up his own long peacock feather pen and wrote on the paper, reading:

"Little Malfoy was coerced by Rita Skeeter. Under her vicious pursuit, the poor child had to accept her interview, even though his eyes were already full of tears -"

Skeeter stood up so suddenly that the chair she was standing on top of topples over with a loud bang. She screamed, "You're slandering me!"

Draco was even more excited than Skeeter: "I don't have any tears in my eyes!"

"Relax, you two. I'm just demonstrating the charm of journalism." Lockhart waved his hand nonchalantly and dipped the tip of his pen into ink. "In short, it's: quote out of context - excerpt from "Don't quote out of context". You can continue."

Skeeter's nostrils flared. She stared at Lockhart fiercely. Obviously, she had not expected that someone would use her writing style against her. "With just one word from me, all the newspapers in London will reject your article!"

"Unfortunately, a magazine has accepted me as an exclusive contributor." Lockhart said with a grin, and the spirited novelist reappeared from his brows. "Master Malfoy, is that right?"

"That's right!" Seeing Rita Skeeter's horrified eyes, Draco's dissatisfaction with Lockhart was immediately swept away, and the little snake said arrogantly, "My father bought all the shares of The Quibbler, and it will publish every article written by Mr. Lockhart."

"The Quibbler? That ridiculous—" Skeeter broke off, realizing that with the Malfoys' financial resources, they could easily spend money to elevate Xenophilius Lovegood's obscure magazine to the same level as the Daily Prophet.

Her interview process today will certainly be exaggerated by Lockhart before being presented to the public!

At that time, she can't say that everyone is hating her, but she can only say that everyone hates her.

"Got it?" Lockhart said softly. "Go on, Rita."

Skeeter was angry and helpless. She picked up the chair and sat down again, and asked softly, "Master Malfoy, what kind of person do you think Latarn Magnus is?"

"I think he's a good guy, although he's a little radical in his style," Draco said. "That's it."

The emerald feather pen wrote: A controversial figure, making Draco Malfoy hesitant. He seemed to want to affirm the positive effects of Latarn Magnus's past actions, but where did a man who was one year younger than him get such great power and rich knowledge? The interests involved behind it made him feel uneasy.

Lockhart calmly wrote and read: "A noble man, a pure man, a man who regards the interests of the people above all else. - This is Draco Malfoy's evaluation of Latarn Magnus. As a young wizard of the new era, Mr. Malfoy called on all wizards to learn from Mr. Magnus, devote their limited lives to unlimited service to the people, and create a better living environment at all costs..."

Skeeter growled, "You're interrupting my interview!"

"So what? Kill me?" Lockhart grinned like a piece of meat.

"You..." Skeeter was furious but helpless, so he could only continue to ask Draco, "How do you feel about the attack on Hogwarts Castle? Have you ever thought that if it weren't for Magnus, there might not be so many dangers?"

"Without Magnus?" Draco laughed, his tone becoming more confident. "Then I'm afraid I won't have the chance to sit in front of you, Ms. Skeeter."

Emerald Feather Pen: Mr. Malfoy forced a smile. He realized the culprit of all these disasters after being reminded by the reporter. Although he was unwilling to accept the truth, his hesitant answer had exposed his doubts and concerns about Magnus——

Lockhart: "Without Magnus, there would be no Hogwarts today. Mr. Malfoy said. In the past few days, Mr. Magnus has held up the sky with his arms. While working hard to fight the disaster, he also did not forget to rescue refugees. With noble sentiments and noble character, he solved the production and living problems of the people..."

Skeeter's tone became impatient. "Master Malfoy, what do you think of Magnus building an arms factory? Don't you think you're at risk of being forcibly conscripted as a soldier?"

With Lockhart's support, Draco began to get comfortable: "I usually sit and watch, and I don't worry."

Emerald Quill: Magnus is militaristic, manufacturing lethal weapons, and even training minors to use Muggle metal wands. There is no doubt that Magnus has gone crazy and will become the biggest threat to the current wizarding world, the third Dark Lord.

Lockhart: "As the saying goes: What the people worry about, I must think about; what the people hope for, I must do. Mr. Malfoy highly affirmed the decision made by Mr. Magnus. In order to ensure the inheritance of ancient magical knowledge, Mr. Magnus spared no expense and effort to build a factory, solving the local people's livelihood employment and personal safety issues. He truly grasped the pain points, implemented detailed plans, and steadily implemented the existing plans..."

"Merlin's shit!" Skeeter cursed. "If you can write like that, why don't you apply for an administrative position at the Ministry?"

"How can being a government stooge be as profitable as selling novels?" Lockhart said disdainfully, his peacock feather pen never stopping writing, his creative ideas flowing endlessly.

"You two." Draco asked with a smile, "Do you want to continue the interview?"

"Of course, you little—" Skeeter swallowed the curse that was about to come out of her mouth. Draco's identity was not something she, a mere reporter, could afford to offend. "The next question is about the location of Hogwarts Castle being exposed by Magnus, and a large number of idle people moving into this academic hall..."

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"That's the situation."

As Falaniel spoke, he dug the soil with his hooves and planted the logs on his shoulders that would serve as pillars and beams for the house. Immediately, several young centaurs gathered around and consolidated the soil with stones and clay.

After dusting off his hands, Falaniel turned his gaze to Kal'tsit and said with a snort, "The Centaurs will never reach a contract with Rhodes Island and point our arrows and spears at General Shatterstar."

"Rhodes Island has no intention of letting you go to war with Latarn." Kal'tsit was helpless against the stubborn centaur. She had almost said all she could in the past half hour, but the chief's attitude had not changed at all.

So she decided to change direction: "Dear Chief Falaniel, as far as I know, there are many kinds of dragons with strange powers living in the Forbidden Forest. If you are willing to reach a contract with the Ministry of Magic, the government will allocate a piece of fertile land for you and your people to live in."

"The Ministry of Magic is a bunch of villains!" Falaniel roared, drawing a burst of neighs from the centaurs. "They rely on their knowledge of magic to force us centaurs to be labeled as 'half-humans'! No! We would rather be pure beasts and shed our last drop of blood to protect our people than accept charity from the Ministry of Magic!"

The centaurs, male and female, raised their spears and bows, beat their chests with their fists, and the sound of their horses' hooves on the ground was like the sound of war drums. They shouted in unison: "Kao! Kao! Kao! Kao! Kao!"

This means "battle" in the Centaur language.

Kelsey felt her head hurt even more, and she became more doubtful and resistant to Dr. Avery's order to sow discord between the centaurs and Latarn.

She suppressed her discomfort and said, "Even if you don't consider your own safety, at least you should provide the children with a safe environment to grow up in, right?"

Falaniel looked at the foals in his tribe and said in a low voice: "They are not children, but my ancestors who have come back to this world. The souls of my ancestors are burning in their bodies. They are the blood of my blood, and they are indomitable warriors. But you."