Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

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

How delicious and wonderful.

Even with the fishy smell, Harry didn't feel the slightest discomfort, on the contrary, he was extremely satisfied.

Hermione noticed Harry's abnormality at this time, and quickly took a few steps back and pulled away, hoping to knock him down decisively and sternly.

Having lost his mind, he can't even use magic, and he has completely lost his wand, which may be a little easier to deal with.

"Except your weapon!" Seeing that the situation was not good, Hermione immediately preempted it. The red spell shone brightly in the dimly lit room, and the powerful impact knocked down Harry.

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

Unscathed.

That curse just passed him by.

And Hermione panicked and made a mistake, Harry didn't have a weapon in his hand at this time.

"Should use a stun spell."

Hermione was apprehensive, glanced outside the door, and made up her mind to leave quickly and go to the teachers for help.

But she glanced at Harry subconsciously again, and her footsteps stopped suddenly.

Harry's clear eyes were restored, and some of the green eyes under the frame were just confused.

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

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

Does he seem to be biting someone? No, it seems to be giving orders to something.

"Okay, it's time for us to go to class." Hermione was out of breath. She seemed calm just now, but she was actually very nervous.

"Aren't you hurt?" Harry asked Hermione.

"No." Hermione shook her head, only more worried about Harry's condition.

"Let's go to class first." She estimated the time,

The afternoon class is about to start.

In the classes of several professors, Harry will also be more protected, restrain him when he is mad, and wait until after the class to ask Madam Pomfrey.

In the afternoon, Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class and Professor Flitwick's Charms class.

Both Flitwick and Professor McGonagall wielded their pointers and took the trouble to stress in the classroom that they have now entered the fifth grade, and the importance of the exam (Ordinary Wizarding Ranking).

This test result will affect their future prospects and is crucial for all fifth graders.

To become an Auror, you must take five courses, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Transformation, Potions, Charms, and Herbology, and the final grades 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 are in a position where you have to deal with Muggles, Muggle studies must of course also need to be excellent.

To enter the Department of Mysteries, you must dabble in some occultism and prophecy.

In order to take up a profession dealing with creatures, the assessment of the protection class of magical animals also needs to reach an excellent grade.

And so on.

The difficulty of learning magic spells in the classroom also began to increase geometrically. Almost everyone was stumped by the Vanishing Curse taught by Professor McGonagall. This is an advanced use of Transfiguration spells, which requires more skills and talents. .

They were helpless with the experimental snail, and only Hermione was able to do it well. After only three experiments, she managed to make the snail disappear.

The rest of the students were quite helpless about this.

What's remarkable is that Neville waved the spell, but the snail's shell disappeared, in exchange for some approval from Professor McGonagall.

As for Ron, he seemed to be dead, drowsy, with his head on the table, like a pig's head on a chopping board to be slaughtered, and he couldn't even listen to the always serious Professor McGonagall. , eyes inexplicably dull.

Looks like he was "tortured" by Mad-Eye Moody.

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

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

"It's useless to call him now, it's better to let him sleep more."

Hermione, who was not welcomed by "The Prophet" Trelawney, had always been accurate in her predictions.

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

Ron stood up hurriedly, staring at them with sleepy eyes, his body still shaking from exhaustion.

"Please show us how to use the Vanishing Charm now." Professor McGonagall said sternly, her two black eyebrows tightly knit together, making her look like an eagle.

Ron shakily pointed his wand at the snail.

"Without a trace!" he said aloud, and even the spell was whispered to him by Hermione behind him.

With a bang, flames ignited on the snail's body, and it burned to ashes in an instant.

The high flames even made Professor McGonagall take a few steps back, and the smoke darkened her wrinkled face.

"Uh... First of all, a compliment, your Fire Charm is not bad, just used in the wrong place. Also, Mr. Weasley, your homework may be a bit more, and finally, Gryffindor Deduct ten points, I'm not allowed to sleep in class." Professor McGonagall straightened his scorched hair, said expressionlessly, and slowly walked up to the podium.

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

"It's a good thing for him, as much power as he has, as much responsibility as he has." Hermione nodded.

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

Ron walked back to the Gryffindor common room like a dead body, and Hermione and Harry followed him all the way for fear that he would fall down the aisle.

After arriving in the lounge, he collapsed on the sofa and fell into a deep sleep.

"Looks like our little brother has suffered a lot," George said briskly.

"Maybe two? Or more?" Fred thought, rubbing his chin.

"As a big 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 their brother who was lying on the sofa.

"Don't play pranks on him, he's quite pitiful now." Hermione sighed.