Hogwarts: What bad intentions could a little badger have?

Mr. Weasley asked in confusion: "What are Transformers?"

Black did not answer this question, but continued: "That is to say, if I build a car myself and then modify it, then this is neither a general modification nor a malicious modification! Because this car is made by me after all, I am a wizard, so things made by wizards are not Muggle items, but items I imitated myself!"

"Hiss..." Mr. Weasley widened his eyes.

"Or, I directly make a piece of cloth that can carry people flying, and then decorate the cloth to look like a blanket! Then this is not considered a modification of Muggle items!"

"No, no, no... You can't change it into a flying carpet, because flying carpets are banned in the UK." Mr. Weasley interrupted Black. "But...if you make a product that can control the temperature and then change it into an air conditioner, it still doesn't count as a transformation."

Black nodded and said, "So, in the final analysis, I only need to imitate a product with similar functions, it won't count as a transformation, and it won't violate the Muggle Protection Act. Hey, I'm stupid too, I can make it myself, why do I always think about transformation."

Mr. Weasley took a breath again, "Why didn't I think of this before..."

But he soon felt relieved. Even if he thought of this, with his ability, he couldn't imitate a car.

At most, he could only do some magic on the car...

Mr. Weasley asked again, "So...you want to make that Transformer? But...what is a Transformer?"

Five minutes later, when Mr. Weasley saw his precious old Ford car transformed into a Transformer more than five meters tall, he was numb.

Not only Mr. Weasley, but all the Weasleys were so shocked that their mouths opened wide.

It was a car just now, but it turned into a majestic "magic puppet" in the blink of an eye?

"This is really cool!" The Weasley twins exclaimed loudly. "Can we go in and control it?"

Ron looked at the big black tubes on the Transformer's arm, "This... can't be the gun barrel that Harry said?"

Ginny looked at the behemoth and wanted to reach out her little hand to touch this big guy.

But she was quickly pulled back into Mrs. Weasley's arms.

After all, this guy looks extremely dangerous.

"This... is considered a malicious transformation." Mr. Weasley said weakly.

"Sorry, sir, I will remove this transformation now." Black immediately came up and prepared to do it.

"Stay!" Mr. Weasley grabbed Black's sleeve, "Give me one night."

With that, Mr. Weasley rushed to his room, picking up a copy of "Muggle Protection Law" on the way.

Mrs. Weasley asked in surprise: "Arthur! You're not going to work today?”

“No! I’ll ask for leave later!” Mr. Weasley responded loudly.

“Wait! You want to change the law again? !”

“Change! Change it now! Transformers must stay! Merlin, this is too hot!”

…

Black stayed at the Weasleys’ house for a few days, played with Ginny for a few days, and then left.

Not long after Black returned home, Dracula’s letter appeared on his desk again.

Attached to the letter were two full stacks of parchment.

Black flipped through the parchments with dense handwriting, and the corners of his mouth couldn’t help but rise slightly.

It must be said that Dracula has lived for so many years, and he is still good at alchemy.

Dracula deduced the two formulas he summarized from the three pictures again.

Because he saw Since Dracula had never seen the original copy of the book, the derivation he sent over now was much more comprehensive than what Blake had concluded by just looking at the copied pictures!

That is to say, in order to derive these two formulas, Dracula unconsciously revealed some of the knowledge that he had hidden away...

So, Blake comfortably got this extra knowledge for free.

After getting it for free, Blake wrote him another letter.

When Dracula received the reply and found that there were two new formulas on it, his pale face turned green.

Damn, I worked so hard to derive Okay, the two formulas before, now there are two more? !

And, this seems to be even more difficult than the previous two!

Dracula was very depressed. He originally wanted to win over Blake with his knowledge of alchemy.

But now, he has handed over a lot of his alchemy, but he hasn't talked to Blake about business yet!

If Blake had replied to him seriously, he could have brought the topic to his own organization...

But now, the other party only communicated with him about formulas... If this goes on, it will really become an academic exchange!

How can that be! However, the higher-ups seem to appreciate Blake very much. Lake, it's not easy to use force...

...Dracula looked at the two new formulas on the letter paper frantically, gritted his teeth and picked up the feather pen again.

I did all this to get close to Blake and gain his trust...

...

The days passed slowly in the "academic exchange" between Blake and Dracula.

Soon, Blake had several more pictures in his hands, and then... Dracula had more than ten new formulas in his hands...

When Dracula raised his head from the pile of draft papers, his face looked extremely haggard.

"Finally done! Now, Blake Green won't send any new formulas, right?"

Dracula looked at the owl that was gradually going away with his derivation results, turned around and lay back in his coffin.

NoToo sleepy... He had to temporarily withdraw his consciousness from this clone and have a good sleep.

Maybe, when he wakes up, Blake's real letter will appear in front of his desk...

Hmm? Wait! What am I here for? Didn't I come to approach Blake and persuade him to join the organization?

Why did I really discuss academic matters with him? And...

Dracula jumped straight out of the coffin, looked at the draft paper on the desk, and his face became even paler.

It seems... it seems... that all the alchemy knowledge that he wanted to use to attract Blake... has been taught to Blake?

Damn! I got it for free!

...

Blake looked at the seven pictures in his hand and the stack of sorted manuscripts, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Okay! Done!" Blake put away these research results and ran to the calendar to take a look.

Then his expression became cheerful, "Nagini! Time is almost up! We will go on a trip the day after tomorrow!"

"Okay, I'm ready." Nagini picked up a small package and said.

Of course, this package only looks small, but it can actually hold a lot of things.

"Then... do you have a swimsuit?" Blake asked.

"Yes, it's ready." Nagini said hesitantly.

Blake was overjoyed when he heard this, and hurriedly asked: "Really? Can you show me?"

Nagini's cheeks turned red, "No... what's so good about this."

"I just want to see if it looks good."

"Don't..."

"Be obedient, let me see..."

After a while of stalemate, Nagini gave in.

Blake took a look at the swimsuit that was at least decades old and frowned.

"Nagini, I'll take you to buy a suit."

"No, no... no need! I bought this suit in Diagon Alley, it's very fashionable..."

"There is a hammer fashion in the wizarding world! Come on, let's go to the Muggle world! It just so happens that I haven't bought a swimsuit yet!"

Nagini was embarrassed, "How about... don't go, I'll use Transfiguration to change you into a suit?"

"It's boring to change it. You have to buy it to find more new styles!" Black said, and pulled Nagini out of the door, and took Rebecca, who looked confused, with him.

...

In the evening.

When they got home, Nagini and Rebecca's faces were red.

"Okay, don't take the previous suit, just wear the swimsuit I bought for you!" Black said very firmly.

"Blake... this set... is too cool... why not just forget it." Nagini bit her lip and said.

"What are you afraid of! By then, the yacht will be full of girls. There's nothing to be shy about."

"But... Blake, you're a boy..."

"Me? You don't have to be afraid of me, IWhen I helped you turn back into a human, I've seen everything. Did I ask you about your size when I picked out clothes for you? " Black said proudly.

No one is more familiar with Nagini's body data than him, not even she herself!

Nagini blushed so much that blood was about to drip out. She hurriedly took her small package and ran back to her room without even coming out to prepare dinner.

Ariana was running outside every day, Aberforth had to look after the store, Dumbledore was too busy to do anything, and Rebecca didn't know how to cook.

In order not to starve to death, Black had to do it himself.

| =|

Alas, this family doesn't have me, Black, so we have to go.

...

A few days later, Black took out the magic address book and started leaving messages for everyone, gave a meeting address, and then went out with Nagini and Rebecca.

Somewhere on the seaside.

Black used Transfiguration to create a temporary port.

Then, he released the Black Pearl, which he had completely transformed, from the subspace.

Rebecca and Nagini looked at the ghost ship in shock.. .......

Rebecca asked weakly: "This... is what you said, the yacht? Why does it feel... a bit like a ghost ship?"

"Ahem... Don't just look at the surface of things, Rebecca, under the magical magic, everything is possible.. ....... "

"Really? But..." Rebecca saw the ghost coming out of the ship, her face was a little stiff.

"Again, magic is magical. "With that, Blake boarded the ship first.

He picked up the wand and tapped the rudder gently. He whispered: "Form switch!"

In the blink of an eye, a ghostly pirate ship with a ghostly aura turned into a bright and beautiful luxury yacht, and all the ghost crew members disappeared!

Nagini and Rebecca looked at the brand new yacht in amazement. From this point of view, this ship is pretty good!

Then, Blake and Nagini sat on the deck and waited. Rebecca touched here and there on the ship, all of which were fresh.

This temporary port is located in a remote area, and a Muggle-repelling spell is used, which fundamentally eliminates the possibility of Muggles accidentally walking in. So, just wait patiently for others.

"Swish! "The dimensional gate opened.

The first to arrive was Cassandra. She was wearing an emerald green dress and carrying a small backpack, and walked out of the dimensional gate.

After seeing Blake on the double-decker yacht, a smile appeared on her face.

"Blake! Nagini! Hello."

"Cassandra, you are the first to arrive." Blake knocked on the side of the ship, and then a ladder automatically stretched out.

Cassandra walked up quickly, greeted Rebecca, put the small backpack aside, and sat directly next to Blake.

"You don't know how much I'm looking forward to this trip at home. I thought you forgot about this trip around the world because you didn't send me any news." Cassandra complained.

"Of course I won't forget. I just need to deal with something."

Cassandra remembered the enemy that Blake had told her about before... and asked worriedly, "Can it be solved?"

"I have it under control." Blake replied.

The other party had no idea about his and the Fourth Calamity's identities, so they mainly recruited them and did not use any coercive means. There was not even an obvious investigation.

"Well... that's good." Cassandra breathed a sigh of relief.

"Don't talk about me... Um, how is your father now?"

When Cassandra heard Blake asking about her father, she laughed, "He still didn't want me to travel, and wanted to come with me, but I signed them up for a wizard tour to France. After that, he didn't have time to care about me."

Blake gave a thumbs up, "Great."

Cassandra asked with a smile, "Then I will pay for the tour... Do you think you can reimburse me?"

Blake glanced at her, "You are the eldest daughter of the Volley family, and a skirt costs hundreds of gold and 5.8 ron. You still need me to reimburse the 5.8 ron for a tour?"

"Humph, it's your honor to let you reimburse me! Mr. Green!" Cassandra raised her neck and said proudly.

"Miss Volley, please call me Professor Green."

"Get lost! I won't take your class!"

"What? You won't take my class?!" Blake was furious and stretched out his claws.

"Ah! Don't... It's so itchy! I'm kidding! Really! How can I not take your class..."

After Blake and Cassandra had been playing around for a while, he suddenly felt a resentful gaze on his back.

He turned around and saw Rebecca sitting on the side, staring at the two of them. When she saw Blake looking at her, she said, "Brother Blake, I want to take your class too!"

Cassandra sighed helplessly. There were more and more opponents... It was all because of Blake, this playboy!

"Rebecca, freshmen in the first grade don't have elective courses. You can only take elective courses in the third grade." Cassandra explained patiently.

"Ah?" Rebecca's face fell, and her mood suddenly became bad.

Cassandra sighed secretly again, and then comforted: "Aren't you living with Blake now? You don't have to take his class as an elective, just ask him directly..."

Hearing Cassandra's words, Rebecca immediately became happy again.

Yes! Blake's bedroom is next to mine! When the magic address book first came out, I was the first user! I am much better than you!

Cassandra turned her head and saw Blake smilinglooked at her.

"What are you looking at..."

"Look at you." Blake paused, "You look particularly beautiful today...".