Hogwarts: What Bad Intentions Could A Little Badger Have?

"Ah...Hello, Mr. William."

Although Mr. Granger felt that the driver named William did not roll down the window when talking to others, which was a bit rude.

However, think about the cultural differences between the wizarding world and the Muggle world.

He felt there was nothing strange about it.

Isn't it normal for wizards to act mysteriously?

Just when Mr. Granger thought so.

The driver's cab window suddenly opened.

Nagini and Luna were shocked to see a cool middle-aged man wearing a round hat and a pair of black magic mirrors sitting in the driver's seat.

What the hell!

Who is this person?

Wasn't there anyone in the driver's seat just now?

"Sorry... This car is a bit old and there is something wrong with the windows.

William said in an apologetic tone.

Mr. Granger suddenly realized what he said.

It turns out that the other party was not rude, nor was it cultural differences.

But there's something wrong with the car window.

However, this Ford does look a little older.

No wonder car windows break down.

Hermione said nothing at this point.

Because she found that the car looked more and more familiar...

Could this be the Autobot who pointed his gun at her and Cassandra in the Room of Requirement?

Even the paint chipping off is the same!

Hermione looked at the car in surprise.

She really didn't know that the big Autobot could turn back into a car.

Mr. Granger on the side had already taken out an opened bottle of motor oil from the garage nearby.

“Sometimes these widgets do have some issues.”

"But trust me, sometimes he's not sick, but some parts are rusty."

"We just need to put a little oil in there."

Mr. Granger said as he handed the engine oil to William.

William took the oil from Mr. Granger.

In fact, he didn't really understand what engine oil was.

William opened the cap and smelled the oil in the bottle.

"Hmm...it smells very good..." William said.

"Uh...really?"

Mr. Granger is actually somewhat used to these weird wizards now.

To be honest, you can't expect a wizard to know much about the Muggle world.

This gentleman named William was able to drive here, and Mr. Granger saw that he was already an extremely remarkable guy.

Last time, the gentleman named Weasley even took a little yellow duck and asked himself what it was for.

"Can you give it to me?" William held up the engine oil and gestured.

Mr. Granger nodded, "Of course, I originally planned to use it for you."

"Ah...thank you so much. You are such a generous gentleman." William nodded in thanks.

"Nothing, just a bottle of engine oil that's almost gone."

Mr. Granger quite likes this guy.

He has never seen a wizard who can drive a car.

"Thanks again." William said and looked at Blake.

Blake nodded, "Okay, let's leave first. Mr. Granger, please don't worry, we will take good care of Hermione."

I heard him say "we" instead of "I".

Mr. Granger was even more relieved.

Look, there is more than one person, this is a holiday study group!

"Okay. Be careful on the road."

Mr. and Mrs. Granger stood at the door and waved to Hermione and the others who got into the car.

William nodded in the direction of the Grangers and touched the brim of his hat to say goodbye.

Then the black car window went up again.

The old blue Ford slowly started up.

Finally disappeared on the street corner...

In the car, Nagini and Luna were looking at the middle-aged man who called himself William with curiosity.

Everyone wants to know where this guy comes from.

When they arrived, Blake was clearly sitting in the driver's seat!

Because William sat in the driver's seat.

So Blake sat in the passenger seat.

And all three girls were sitting in the back seat.

The slightly modified old Ford doesn't have a very spacious interior.

Therefore, even though there were three people sitting in the back row, it didn't feel crowded.

"Um...what's wrong with you?"

Hermione couldn't help but feel curious when she saw Nagini and Luna looking at William eagerly.

"Sorry, Blake said you didn't want me to be exposed. I guess if someone sees that this car can drive without one, you might be in trouble, so..."

While William, or rather Megatron, was talking, his body turned into small pieces and disappeared from the seat!

This scene is somewhat scary.

So much so that the girls all exclaimed...

Blake sat in the passenger seat and said softly: "Well done, Megatron. It seems that you learn quickly."

"After all...although I got you this human mimicry, I never told you when you should use it.

"I have indeed learned a lot during this period. I just hope that my rash use will not cause any trouble to you."

Megatron's voice came again.

However, this time the source of the sound no longer came from the man in the driver's seat.

Instead, it came from all directions in the carriage.

"Mimicry? Can anyone tell me what's going on?"

Hermione was full of questions now.

"I'm very sorry, Miss Granger. I want to say that I need to apologize to you first."

"You...apologise to me?" Hermione looked around in confusion.

Last time, I didn't mean to point a weapon at you. At that time, I had just been born, and the heliocentric only wanted to protect Booker.

"When I see any creature approaching Blake, I will subconsciously want to destroy it."

"Because at that time, I thought that as long as it was a living thing, it might pose a threat to Blake..."

"I admit I was a bit of an idiot at the time."

"However, I can swear that I will never be so.........brainless again."

Megatron's voice continued to ring from the car.

Hermione understood this time.

The guy who spoke was the Autobot who pointed a gun at himself and Cassandra that day!

But... isn't this guy a robot-like existence?

How come you can not only speak but also apologize?

At this moment, Hermione felt like her brain was a little down.

I really can't understand it.

Although Nagini and Luna didn't know what happened between Hermione and Megatron.

But I also knew from the conversation that they had met each other before.

Excitement flashed in Blake's eyes.

The AI ​​I cultivated...or should be said to be a new soul.

The learning ability is really strong.

Blake was sure there were a lot of things he didn't intentionally teach it.

It is a conclusion drawn from its own learning and thinking.

The stronger this soul is, the greater its potential is, and it will definitely be stronger in the future.

Blake raised him as a leader.

Transformers series......

Since it’s a series, of course there can’t be only one!

The key is.

This soul was originally cultivated by Blake as his little brother.

Therefore, from the moment when wisdom was born, it has been included in Blake's "list".

He truly became Blake's little brother.

In other words, no matter how powerful it becomes, it will not betray Blake.

Nor would he do anything to make Blake feel betrayed.

More thorough than the brainwashing of house elves by wizards.

There is another point that Riker never said to Megatron.

That is, if Blake dies, then...

These souls created by Blake using soul magic will also dissipate...

Because they are, strictly speaking, the products of Blake's magic.

Generally speaking, when a wizard dies, most of the spells he cast, except those that are permanent, will immediately become ineffective.

This is the law.

Wait until Blake (bfbd) comes back from his contemplation.

Hermione had accepted Megatron's apology.

Hermione was not a stingy girl to begin with.

Even less likely to get angry with a polite Autobot.

After all misunderstandings have been resolved.

All that's left is the desire for knowledge.

"Blake, did you make this...I'm not talking about this car, but...Megatron..."

"Technically speaking, yes."

"How on earth did you do that?" Hermione was only shocked.

Blake actually created an intelligent consciousness, or in other words, created a soul!

This can simply be said to be a miracle that cannot be accomplished by humans.

"I can't explain it right now, Hermione. There's some profound knowledge involved."

"Very profound?"

"It's very profound... I just accidentally discovered some knowledge of soul magic when I was researching how to treat the Longbottoms."

Just like a professor of physics, it is difficult to explain physics to a child of a few years old.

Blake also couldn't explain soul magic to Hermione and the others.

This knowledge is too profound.

Hermione believed it.

This is making a soul!

How could it be such a simple thing?

Then Hermione fell silent.

She had to take some time to digest the shock she received today.

And Luna looked at the steering wheel that had been turning automatically.

Suddenly said: "Mr. Megatron, why don't you use mimicry? You are talking, but we can't see anyone, and it still feels weird."

"Of course, you can, but you need permission." Megatron said.

"I give you permission to use mimicry." Blake nodded.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

Again there was a lot of debris on the seats.

These fragments gradually came together.

"William" who had just disappeared appeared in the driver's seat again.

William grabbed the steering wheel and nodded towards the three girls.

"As you wish."

Luna smiled and said: "Then how about we call you Megatron in Autobot form and William in Mimic form from now on?"

"Okay, I have entered the name 'William' into my memory. When you call this name, I will know that you are calling me.

This time, Megatron didn't ask Blake for instructions.

He has a lot to learn.

One of the things that needs to be learned is what matters need to be asked for instructions and what things do not need to be asked for instructions.

At this time, the car drove into a hidden alley where there was no one.

"Are we starting to officially set off?" William asked, looking sideways at Blake.

Blake looked around and found that no one was around.

"OK."

William stretched out his hand and pressed a button under the dashboard.

This blue Ford car just disappeared into the alley

!

Five minutes later, when Hermione looked at the clouds outside through the window glass, her mouth had not yet closed.

The car flew...

"That is to say...this car is actually the one owned by Mr. Weasley's family! It's also the one Harry and his friends drove here when they started school..."

Blake nodded, "Yes, I found it in the Forbidden Forest.

At that time, this car was roaming everywhere in the Forbidden Forest.

Blake spent a little effort trying to catch it.

"Then... Mr. Weasley shouldn't know, right?" Hermione asked suspiciously.

Blake blushed.

"Well... I think it's better not to let him know... You know, I have changed so much..."

Hermione hesitated to speak.

Blake knew what she wanted to say.

This is Mr. Weasley's property after all.

It's actually not good for Blake to do this.

"I've given him enough compensation in another way.

Hermione asked curiously: "What kind of compensation?"

Blake smiled and handed over a copy of today's Daily Prophet.

On the front page of the Daily Prophet, the photo of the Sly family is very eye-catching.

"Ah! I saw this today." Luna said: "Mr. Weasley won a Gold Galleons Award from the Daily Prophet. The total bonus is two thousand Gold Galleons!"

It was then that Hermione finally understood what Blake's method of compensation was.

Blake knows that this holiday, Mr. Weislay will win the lottery.

But the original bonus was only seven hundred gold galleons.

Therefore, Blake specially increased it to two thousand for him.

The fixed price is equivalent to buying Megatron, who had just been born with intelligence. This deal is a good deal.

After Hermione heard this, she had no objection anymore.

"Okay, but I suggest you change his color. Otherwise, I think Mr. Weasley might recognize it..."

Blake snapped his fingers, "You're right! I was negligent. y

As a former five-star good citizen of Los Santos, the first thing I did when I grabbed a car was to change the paint.

William muttered: "I actually quite like blue..."

Blake touched his nose and said, "Instead of changing the color, let's change the model for you?"

"That's a good idea!" Megatron took out a magazine from the storage box of the car.

He spread the magazine in front of Blake and asked, "Can you change me into this?"

Blake's mouth twitched as he looked at the Rolls-Royce Phantom in the magazine.

"How about... you should change the color..."

"Hey...okay."

William put down the magazine helplessly.

Then, under the surprised eyes of everyone.

Picked up the bottle of engine oil, opened the cap, and raised his neck...

"Hiccup..."

"Huh... This engine oil is really powerful!"

Blake looked like he had a toothache.

However, it seems reasonable for car people to drink engine oil?