Draco's gray-blue eyes seemed to glow, and he looked very youthful.

He leaned over, "Can you conjure one with your Transfiguration?"

The requirements are too high.

Not to mention the fineness, I haven't seen the real Optimus Prime Lin An!

However, because the Bumblebee movie still has an impression in my memory, I should be able to try it......

Wait a minute!

Her true love is not a Transformer!

Lin An thought for a while and made a suggestion: "You can first find each part shown in the comics and use the Transfiguration Technique to implement it little by little."

"Or you can't be the only one in the whole of Slytherin who likes Muggle stuff, if you will?"

Lin An laughed evilly:

"If you each have a part, you might be able to see the finished product before the summer vacation. A gigantic Optimus Prime even more powerful than Hagrid."

Class and lineage are deeply rooted, and a mere Transformer naturally can't change much.

But, subtly, a year, two years...... Or even ten years?

Draco froze.

Looking at his expression, it is difficult to say that he did not waver.

Lin An laughed: "You can be in charge of the head, and others can also be in charge of the arms, front and back...... It's like everybody practicing magic."

Conjure up a Lego template in memory, Lin An can't do it.

But she knew that the Optimus Prime that Draco wanted must not be a small one like Lego.

Sure enough, Draco began to hesitate.

And just then, Pansy also walked over.

She still had black hair and cold dark brown eyes.

When he saw Lin An, he only nodded haughtily, and then said to her with an indescribable look, "I received your Christmas present—a terrible Muggle gift."

She snorted coldly, "Although I didn't throw it out of the manor this time, it may not be next time."

"How so?"

Lin An cried out in frustration: "I think the hairpin matches your hair very well, very, very dazzling, I have been picking it for a long time."

What gave Pansy was a zircon hairpin she had carefully selected, and whether it was worth it or not, it was really shiny.

Especially in the light.

Against the backdrop of Pansy's black hair, it must be unexpectedly dazzling.

Lin An's performance......

Pansy was stunned. Then she pursed her lips a little nervously, then lowered her head in self-abandonment, and said firmly, "It's really a little shiny."

When he looked up again, he saw that Lin An had already started laughing.

Pansy glared at her viciously, turned around and walked away.

"That's right!" Lin An shouted behind her, "The dress you gave me is very, very beautiful! Perfect for me! I'll definitely pick the perfect day to wear it!"

Pansy paused, then hurried away.

Draco reacted, "What? Did you receive any other clothes?"

Lin An: ......

At this moment, she could only bloom in her mouth like a scumbag: "Don't be jealous of Draco, Pansy's dress is really beautiful, but it's warmer and more practical than the one you sent."

Draco:......

The gifts Malfoy used to give out never thought about warmth and practicality.

……

Compared with Slytherin's reserve and cautiousness, Gryffindor is much more lively.

...... 1991 Ah no, "Marvel Comics" in early 1992 was far less popular than later generations, and its sales in London were even more pitiful.

But...... Come on, this is the wizarding world!

Anything is possible, people need heroes!

Especially Gryffindor.

It was probably because there were a lot of students from Muggle families, and when everyone returned to the dormitory, Harry's two comics were obviously very good

Popular with everyone.

Circulating from Ron's hand, almost all the freshmen got together and flipped through it, and finally gradually passed it on to the senior class, so that the already dilapidated book still looked tattered and unbearable after a few reverting spells were stacked.

However, the two comics are too few, and before the school officially starts, everyone has already begun to discuss the handsome and handsome Captain America, and some people even want to make the same shield with Transfiguration......

It was with this cheer that the Quidditch match was coming.

……

Lin An didn't know about it yet.

How many of Slytherin's students, although they dislike it, have secretly been captured by Optimus Prime so that Quidditch doesn't seem to be so popular?

Moreover, when she found out that in today's London, storytelling is really promising, she used her spare time to earn her own survival funds.

Until Harry squirmed and came to him.

When she asked her if she had any more surprise comics, Lin An remembered-

"Looks like you're enjoying it."

Harry nodded—who doesn't love a hero like that?

His green eyes are extraordinarily bright, and the thick lenses can't stop the hope and yearning in them.

But Lin An shook his head regretfully: "This is what I picked up in the used bookstore, it's gone—or you can ask Hermione's family if they can help with the purchase?" Let the owl send it."

"Come on." Harry said dejectedly, "I asked her, but Hermione—ahem, ahem!"

He cleared his throat, straightened his chest, and put on a haughty appearance with his chin slightly raised:

"Heroic characters are popular because of the heroic qualities they possess, and no hero is not good. Harry, if you could devote this time to—"

[In view of the general environment,

Before he finished speaking, Lin An had already laughed.

To change the sentence structure, to change the analogy, everyone who has been a student has heard this before, right?

It seems that for Xueba, this obsession is difficult to understand.

She can only hold her chin with her hands:

"Then you can go back at Hogwarts for some pounds for gold galleons - Gringotts' formalities are outrageous. When I go back to London for the summer holidays, I'll buy some more."

It is even possible to open books for rent at Hogwarts.

But Lin An didn't say this sentence.

There are so few students at Hogwarts. The sum of the students in a college is not necessarily more than the number of people in a class when she was in school in her previous life.

There is really no market for this kind of business.

Harry didn't think of this at all, he just hesitated and asked, "What's that...... Quidditch, will you go to see it?"

On a cold day, sitting on the edge of the cold arena blowing the cold wind, watching a group of people chase those violent balls......

Lin An expressed his gratitude.

However, seeing Harry's expression change from anticipation to darkness, she finally sighed:

"Okay, I'll go. But it doesn't cheer you on."

"It's okay," Harry laughed, a simple pleasure all over his body:

"I know, you're a Slytherin."

He blinked, and his green eyes were full of mischievousness.