Hogwarts: What Bad Intentions Could a Little Hufflepuff Have?

But the original prize money had only been seven hundred Galleons.

So Black had specifically raised it to two thousand.

A fixed price, as if he were buying Megatron back when he had first gained sentience. It was a very worthwhile deal.

Hearing that, Hermione had no further objections.

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

Black snapped his fingers. "You're right! That was an oversight on my part."

As a former five-star citizen of Los Santos, the first thing he did after getting a car was change its paint job.

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

Black rubbed his nose. "Then don't change the color. How about changing your model instead?"

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

He spread the magazine open before Black and asked, "Can you turn me into this?"

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

"Or... you could just change your color..."

"Ah... fine."

William helplessly put down the magazine.

Then, before everyone's astonished eyes,

he picked up the bottle of motor oil, unscrewed the cap, and tilted back his head...

"Gulp, gulp, gulp... burp..."

"Phew... This motor oil really hits the spot!"

Black felt his teeth ache a little as he watched.

Still, Autobots drinking motor oil did seem fairly reasonable.

What? Black Had Crashed Again?!

Nameless Island.

This was the place Dumbledore had specifically found and left to Black and Newt to house the rescued Fantastic Beasts.

However, Nameless Island was far livelier now than it had been before.

The liveliness did not mean there were more Fantastic Beasts.

It meant there were many more people on the island.

Because this was the site Black and Newt had selected for