Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 321: Transfiguration class and pranks

Hermione was no longer in Harry’s sight, or a blurry sensation in front of his eyes, the salty **** smell spread in his mouth, as if he had eaten a half-rare steak, a fang thorn. Broken 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, instead he was extremely satisfied.

Hermione sensed Harry's abnormality at this time, and quickly stepped back and moved 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 your weapon!" Seeing that the situation was not good, Hermione immediately took the initiative. The red spell was 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.

Unharmed.

The curse just passed him.

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

"Should use a coma spell."

Hermione was distraught, glanced outside the door, and 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 suddenly stopped again.

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

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

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

He seems to be biting someone? No, it seems to be ordering something.

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

"Are you not hurt?" Harry asked Hermione.

"No." Hermione shook her head, but was 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 also be more protected, stop him when he is crazy, and wait until after class, before going to ask Mrs. Pomfrey.

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

Neither Flitwick nor Professor McGonagall wielded the pointer, and in the classroom they tirelessly emphasized that they have now reached the fifth grade, and the importance of the (ordinary wizard level assessment) exam.

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

If you want 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 Mystery Affairs, one must dabble in some occultism and prophecy.

To be 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 the transformation spell and requires more Skills and talents.

They were at a loss with the snail used for the experiment. Only Hermione was able to do well. After only three experiments, she succeeded in making the snail disappear.

The rest of the students were quite helpless about it.

What's remarkable is that Neville waved the curse, but it made the snail's shell disappear, and Professor McGonagall looked at him with approval.

As for Ron, he seemed to be dead, lethargic, and put his head on the table, like a pig's head on the cutting board to be slaughtered. Even if it was the class of the always serious Professor McGonagall, he is now He couldn't listen anymore, his eyes were 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 take a break, I guess he will be lighted up by Professor McGonagall again later." She shrugged helplessly.

"It's no use calling him now. It's better to let him sleep a little longer."

Hermione, who was not expected to see "The Prophet" Trelawney, was always accurate in her predictions.

"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 stood up hurriedly, 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, and even the spell was secretly told by Hermione behind him.

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

The flames raging high, even caused Professor McGonagall to step back a few steps, and the smoke blackened her wrinkled face.

"Uh... first compliment you, your flame curse is not bad, but it is used in the wrong place. Also, Mr. Weasley, you may have more homework after class. Finally, the grid Lanfindor deducts ten points, and sleep is not allowed in my class." Professor McGonagall arranged his singed hair, said blankly, and slowly walked onto the podium.

"He is so pathetic." Harry said sympathetically.

"This is a good thing for him, how much power ~ IndoMTL.com~ must bear." Hermione nodded.

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

Ron returned to the common room in Gryffindor like a walking dead. 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.

"Perhaps 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.