"Autobots, activate!"
Blake's voice rang out with excitement.
Before him, the old blue Ford transformed with a metallic clatter. The car's frame twisted and reshaped itself into a towering three-meter-tall robot. A Transformer—or, as Blake called them, Autobots.
He'd opened a treasure chest weeks ago and discovered design schematics for artificial Transformers. Combined with his study of the magical golem from the Chamber of Secrets, this creation had finally come to life.
Unlike Grindelwald's flashy enchanted sports car-turned-Autobot, this Ford wasn't built for defense. But it had something special—AI.
Two glowing eyes on its head lit up like headlights. The Autobot scanned the room before focusing on Blake. With a soft mechanical whir, it stepped forward and knelt before him.
Even that simple motion caused the Room of Requirement's stone floor to crack slightly.
"Easy…" Blake said, waving a hand. "Don't stomp so hard."
The Autobot tilted its head, seemingly considering the instruction. After a moment, it gave a small nod.
"Zero Seven-Three," Blake said with a satisfied smile. The AI was learning—just as designed.
At that moment, the door to the Room of Requirement creaked open.
Two girls stepped inside.
"Clack!"
The Autobot's posture shifted instantly. Its glowing blue eyes turned a deep red. Metal plates rotated on its arms, revealing two dark cannon barrels.
"Stop!" Blake shouted.
The robot froze, eyes flicking back to him in confusion.
"They're with me!" Blake explained hastily.
The Autobot paused. Then, its head turned toward the two girls. After a beat, it seemed to memorize their features. Slowly, the weapons retracted, and the eye-lights returned to blue.
Blake exhaled and turned toward the two shocked girls.
"Um... why are you here right now?"
Hermione's face was red with anger. Unlike Cassandra, she immediately recognized the danger.
"You let that oversized toy point guns at us!"
"It was an accident! It just activated—it doesn't understand everything yet," Blake tried to explain.
"What's a gun?" Cassandra asked curiously.
Hermione answered without looking at her. "A weapon like a crossbow. But far, far more deadly."
Cassandra's eyes widened.
"You mean... it nearly killed us?"
"If it had fired—especially with that barrel size—there wouldn't be much left to identify," Hermione said grimly.
Cassandra turned pale.
Blake held up his hands. "Relax! I didn't load any bullets!"
The Autobot looked at its arm as if re-evaluating something. Then, with an almost curious motion, it raised one of its cannons and pointed it away.
"BOOM!"
The deafening gunshot rang through the Room of Requirement. A section of Blake's nearby wooden structure exploded in a fiery blast.
He stared at the destruction, jaw twitching.
Hermione's expression went from pale to furious. "You just said it wasn't loaded!"
Blake chuckled weakly. "Well... technically, it wasn't. It fires magic bullets powered by Gu Lai's fairy fire. No need to load anything manually..."
Hermione and Cassandra both took a shaky step back, suddenly aware of how close they'd been to being vaporized.
And yet, this was Blake.
The same Blake who treated Devil's Snare vines like rose bushes.
Hermione let out a long sigh. "Maybe we came at the wrong time."
She made a mental note: Never surprise Blake again.
Because if it wasn't a magical plant, it was a gun-wielding robot.
Hermione turned to leave, needing to decompress after the adrenaline rush.
Cassandra lingered a moment, as if she wanted to say something. But in the end, she simply followed Hermione out.
Blake scratched his hair. "Messed up again, huh?"
The Autobot stared down at him, silent.
"Right, I forgot to give you a voice module... Anyway, listen up—no firing unless you confirm the target is an enemy!"
Outside, Cassandra caught up to Hermione.
"What's with you today?" she asked.
"What do you mean?"
"You've always helped Blake. The Devil's Snare? You planted a third of it for him. You even got caught once, remember? He had to rescue you."
Hermione stayed quiet.
"So why are you suddenly so shaken up by this?"
"It's not that I can't handle it," Hermione said finally. "I'm just... worried. One of these days, he's going to push too far."
She frowned. "He used to tinker with weird magical plants and enchanted bugs. But now? Guns? Transformers? What if something goes wrong?"
Cassandra nodded. "Yeah... I get it."
"He's only a teenager and already building weapons like that. If this keeps going... he might not live long enough to become an adult."
There was a long pause.
Cassandra gave her a sly smile. "You just want him to stop so you don't end up becoming like him."
Hermione flushed. "What are you talking about?!"
Cassandra pulled a book from Hermione's armful of texts.
"'How to Choose a Wilderness Camp'... Let's see. Step one: Learn how to survive in—"
"Give it back!" Hermione snatched it back, blushing hard.
Cassandra smirked. "Who am I to laugh? Actually... can I borrow your books?"
Hermione: ??
Meanwhile, Cedric burst into the Great Hall.
"Blake! Emergency!"
Blake looked up from his food, annoyed. "What is it now?"
Cedric, panting, slumped into the seat beside him and downed a goblet of pumpkin juice.
"Slytherins… They reported us!"
Blake raised an eyebrow. "You're gasping like a fish. Do you need more training?"
"No no! I'm good! Super fit!" Cedric lied, sweat pouring down his face.
"Fine... What did Slytherin report?"
"They said we were cheating—because of the broomsticks!"
Blake frowned. "Cheating?!"
"They said our brooms are too powerful and asked the school to disqualify our team!"
Blake slammed the table. "That's rich! They bought Nimbus 2001s for their whole team—faster than anything the other houses have!"
"But we can't upgrade? Just because I built better brooms?"
He scoffed. "Do they think I conjured them from thin air? I also spent a ton of money on magical materials! I'm a 'krypton gold' player too!"
Cedric nodded. "Exactly! What should we do? If we're disqualified..."
"They're just being sore losers." Blake's eyes gleamed. "Let's fight fire with fire. Report them too! Nimbus 2001? That's a performance advantage!"
Cedric stood, wand half-drawn. "Yeah! Let's go!"
"Not like that. Go find Professor Sprout. Hufflepuffs don't start trouble—but we're not doormats either!"
Cedric grinned. "Right! Honest doesn't mean weak! If things go badly... we'll rebel again!"
As he rushed off, Blake shook his head with a laugh.
Who would've thought Cedric—the kind, well-mannered Cedric—would end up this... unhinged?
Then again, after spending too much time around Blake, who could blame him?
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