Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

At this time, Harry was no longer in Hermione's vision, or his eyes were blurred, the salty bloody smell spread in his mouth, like eating a half-rare steak, and his fangs pierced the blood vessels. , Sucking the wonderful blood, that is the taste of life.

How delicious and wonderful.

Even though the fishy smell permeated, Harry didn't feel any discomfort, but was extremely satisfied.

Hermione sensed Harry's anomaly at this time, and quickly backed away a few steps, pulling the distance away, hoping to knock him down decisively and severely.

He lost his sanity, he couldn't even use magic, and he completely lost his wand, maybe it was a bit easier to deal with.

"Except for your weapons!" Seeing that the situation was not good, Hermione immediately took the initiative, the red spell shining brightly in the dim room, and the powerful impact knocked Harry down.

But almost instantly, Harry, who fell to the ground, struggled to stand up again.

Unscathed.

That curse just passed him by.

And Hermione made a mistake in a panic, and Harry had no weapons in his hands at this time.

"It should be a coma spell."

Hermione was distraught, glanced outside the door, had made up her mind to leave as soon as possible, and went to the teachers for help.

But when he glanced at Harry subconsciously, her footsteps stopped suddenly.

Harry's clear eyes were restored, and the turquoise eyes under the frame were just confused.

"Sorry." Harry said apologetically, his eyes staring blankly, the red light that symbolized the bloodthirsty had disappeared.

It's like having a dream, and the memory is not clear.

Who does he seem to be biting?No, it seems to be ordering something.

"Well, we should go to class." Hermione was panting. She seemed calm just now, but was actually very nervous.

"Are you not hurt?" Harry asked Hermione.

"No." Hermione shook her head, but was even more worried about Harry's condition.

"Go to class first." She estimated the time, and the afternoon class was about to begin.

In the classes of several professors, Harry will be more protected, restraining him when he is mad, and after the class is over, he will ask Mrs. Pomfrey again.

In the afternoon, Professor McGonagall’s transformation class and Professor Flitwick’s spell class.

Both Flitwick and Professor McGonagall brandished their pointers and took the trouble to emphasize in the class that they have now reached the fifth grade, the importance of the exam (General Wizarding Level Assessment).

The results of this test will affect their future prospects and are of vital importance to all fifth grade students.

To become an Auror, you must take the five courses of Defense Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, Potions, Enchantment, and Herbology, and the final grade must not be lower than good.

If you want to enter the corresponding department of the Ministry of Magic, the assessment must meet the corresponding standards.

For example, if you want to work with Muggles, Muggle Studies also needs to be excellent.

To enter the Department of Mysteries, one must dabble in some occult and prophecy.

To take up a profession dealing with creatures, the assessment of the magical animal protection class also needs to reach an excellent level.

And so on.

The difficulty for them to learn spells in the classroom has also begun to increase geometrically. Almost everyone is stumped by Professor McGonagall’s disappearance spell. This is an advanced application of transformation spells and requires more skills and talents. .

They were helpless with the experimental snails. Only Hermione was able to do well. She only tried three times and successfully eliminated the snails.

The rest of the students were quite helpless.

What's remarkable is that Neville waved the curse, but the snail's shell disappeared, and Professor McGonagall's eyes were recognized.

As for Ron, he seemed to be dead, lethargic, and put his head on the table, like a pig's head on the chopping board, he couldn't listen to the class of the always serious Professor McGonagall. Now, the eyes are inexplicably dull.

It looks like he was "tortured" by Mad Eye Moody.

Harry looked at Professor McGonagall on the podium, trying to wake him up, but Hermione stopped him again.

"Let him rest for a while, I guess he will be lighted up by Professor McGonagall again later." She shrugged helplessly.

"It's useless to call him now. It's better to let him sleep a little longer."

Hermione, who was not seen by the "Prophet" Trelawney, had always predicted accurately.

"Mr. Weasley, is my class very boring? Or are you familiar with the Vanishing Curse?" Professor McGonagall's voice sounded in Ron's ear, and she said coldly with her hands on her hips.

Ron then hurriedly stood up, staring at them with sleepy eyes, his body still shaking from side to side because of fatigue.

"Please show everyone how to use the Vanishing Curse now." Professor McGonagall said harshly, her two black eyebrows twisted tightly together, making her look like an eagle.

Ron tremblingly pointed his wand at the snail.

"Without a trace!" He said loudly, even the spell, which Hermione told him quietly behind him.

With a bang, a flame ignited on this snail, and it burned to ashes in a flash.

The high flames even smoked Professor McGonagall back a few steps, and the smoke blackened her wrinkled face.

"Uh... first compliment you, your fire curse is not bad, but it is used in the wrong place. Also, Mr. Weasley, you may have more homework after class. Finally, Gryffindor Ten points are deducted. Sleeping is not allowed in my class." Professor McGonagall straightened his scorched hair, said blankly, and walked slowly onto the podium.

"He's so pathetic," Harry said sympathetically.

"This is a good thing for him. As much power as he has, so much obligation." Hermione nodded.

After practicing for a while, Professor McGonagall announced the end of get out of class after assigning homework.

Ron walked back to the common room in Gryffindor. Hermione and Harry followed him all the way for fear that he would fall in the aisle.

After arriving in the lounge, he suddenly fell on the sofa and fell asleep deeply.

"It looks like our brother has suffered a big ravage." George said briskly.

"Maybe two games? Or more?" Fred felt his chin and thought.

"As brother, we have to help him."

The Weasley brothers didn't know what to do in the lounge at this time. They were very surprised to see Ron coming back. They suddenly approached and looked at his brother who was lying on the sofa.

"Don't play pranks on him, he is very poor now." Hermione sighed.