By this time, Harry's vision was no longer Hermione, or rather his eyes were blurred, and the salty smell of blood spread in his mouth, like eating a half-cooked steak, and his fangs punctured the blood vessels, sucking the wonderful blood, which was a symbol of life.

How delicious and wonderful.

Even though the smell of fish was pervasive, Harry didn't feel the slightest discomfort, but was unusually satisfied.

Hermione noticed Harry's anomaly at this time, and quickly took a few steps back, pulling away the distance, hoping to knock him out decisively and harshly.

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

"Except for your weapons!" Hermione immediately preempted the situation, and the red spell shone brightly in the dimly lit room, knocking Harry down with a powerful impact.

But almost instantly, Harry, who had fallen to the ground, struggled to his feet again.

Unscathed.

That spell just passed him by.

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

"It should be a stun spell. ”

Hermione, worried, glanced out the door, and had already made up her mind to leave quickly and ask the teachers for help.

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

Harry's clear eyes returned, and the turquoise eyes under the frame were only confused.

"I'm sorry. Harry said apologetically, his eyes glazed over, the red glow that had symbolized bloodlust had dissipated.

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

He seems to be biting someone? No, he seems to be giving orders to something.

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

"You're not hurt, are you?" asked Harry, turning to Hermione.

"Nope. Hermione shook her head, only more worried about Harry's condition.

"Let's go to class first. She estimated the time, and the afternoon class was about to start.

Harry would also be more protected during the professors' classes, restraining him when he went berserk, and waiting until after class to ask Madam Pomfrey.

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

Both Flitwick and Professor McGonagall wielded their whips and went out of their way to emphasize in class that they were now in fifth grade. The importance of the exam.

The results of this exam will affect their future prospects and will be crucial for all Year 5 students.

If you want to become an Auror, you must take five courses: Defense Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, 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, you must also meet the corresponding standards.

For example, in a position that involves dealing with Muggles, Muggle studies also needs to be of course excellent or above.

To enter the Department of Occult Affairs, one has to dabble in some occultism and prophecy.

If you want to take on a profession that deals with creatures, you also need to have an excellent level in the assessment of the Magical Beasts Protection class.

And so on.

The difficulty of learning spells in class began to increase exponentially, and almost all of them were stumped by Professor McGonagall's Vanishing Charm, which was an advanced use of Transfiguration Charms that required more skill and talent.

They were helpless with the experimental snails, but Hermione was at ease, and she only experimented three times before she succeeded in destroying the snails.

The rest of the students were quite helpless about this.

Quite remarkably, Neville flicked the spell, which turned the snail's shell away, in exchange for some approving glances from Professor McGonagall.

As for Ron, as for Ron, he seemed to be dead, drowsy, with his head on the table, like a pig's head meat waiting to be slaughtered on a board, even if it was the usual serious Professor McGonagall's class, he couldn't listen to it now, and his eyes were inexplicably glazed.

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.

"Let him rest for a while, I guess he'll 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 treated well by the "prophet" Trelawney, had always been accurate in her predictions.

"Mr. Weasley, is my class boring, or are you already familiar with the Vanishing Charm?" Professor McGonagall's voice rang in Ron's ears, and she said in a cold tone with her hands on her hips.

Ron hurriedly stood up and stared at them with sleepy eyes, his body still swaying from side to side from tiredness.

"Please perform the use of the Vanishing Charm for everyone now. Professor McGonagall said sternly, her two black eyebrows tightly twisted together, making her look like an eagle.

Ron shuddered and pointed his wand at the snail.

"Without a trace!" he said aloud, even the spell that Hermione had whispered to him behind him.

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

The flames that flickered high in the air even sent Professor McGonagall back a few steps, and the smoke blackened her wrinkled face.

"Uh...... First of all, I would like to praise you, your Fire Charm is not bad, but it was used in the wrong place. Also, Mr. Weasley, you may have to do more homework after class, and in the end, Gryffindor deducts 10 points, and I am not allowed to sleep in class. Professor McGonagall straightened her burnt hair, said expressionlessly, and slowly walked up to the podium.

"He's so pathetic. Harry said sympathetically.

"It's a good thing for him, and with as much power as there is, there are as many obligations as there is. Hermione nodded.

After a while of practice, Professor McGonagall announced the end of class after assigning her homework.

Ron returned to the Gryffindor common room like the walking dead, and Hermione and Harry followed him all the way to his side for fear of falling down the aisle.

When he arrived in the lounge, he collapsed on the couch and fell into a deep sleep.

"It looks like our brother has suffered quite a bit of a devastation. George said briskly.

"Maybe two, or more?" Fred thought, touching his chin.

"As older brothers, we have to help him. ”

The Weasley brothers, who didn't know what to do in the common room, were surprised to see Ron returning, and suddenly approached and looked at his brother who was lying on the couch.

"Don't play a prank on him, he's pathetic now. Hermione sighed.