Chapter 321: Transfiguration and pranks

At this time, Harry was no longer Hermione in sight, or a blur of blood in his eyes, and the salty smell spread in his mouth, just like eating a half-cooked steak, and the fangs pierced the blood vessels. , Sucking the wonderful blood, that is the symbol of life.
How delicious and wonderful.
Even though it smelled awful, Harry didn't feel any discomfort, but was rather content.
Hermione was aware of Harry's anomaly at this time and quickly backed away a few steps, pulling away, hoping to knock him down decisively and sternly.
After losing his senses, he didn't even use magic, and his wand was completely lost, maybe it was a good deal.
"Except for your weapon!" Seeing that the situation was not good, Hermione immediately preempted. The red spell gleamed brightly in the dim room, and the powerful impact knocked down Harry.
But almost instantly, Harry fell to the ground and struggled to stand up again.
Unscathed.
The curse just passed him by.
And Hermione made a mistake in a panic, Harry had no weapons in his hands at this time.
"A coma spell should be used."
Hermione was distracted and glanced out of the door. She had made up her mind and left quickly to ask the teachers for help.
But he looked at Harry subconsciously again, and her footsteps stopped suddenly.
Harry's clear eyes recovered, and some of the green eyes under the frame were just confused.
"Sorry." Harry said apologetically, his eyes glared, the red mandala that had just symbolized blood dissipation had disappeared.
It was like having a dream, and the memory was not very clear.
Who does he seem to bite? No, it seems to be ordering something.
"Okay, we should go to class." Hermione panted a little. She seemed calm just now, but she was also very nervous.
"Aren't you injured?" Harry asked at Hermione.
"No." Hermione shook her head, only more worried about Harry's condition.
"Go to class first." She estimated the time, and the afternoon class was about to begin.
Harry will also be more protected in the classes of several professors, restrain him when he is mad, and wait for Madam Pomfrey to ask after class.
In the afternoon, Professor McGonagall’s Transfiguration Class and Professor Flitwick’s Curse Class.
Both Flitwick and Professor McGonagall waved their teaching points, tirelessly stressing in the classroom that they have now reached the fifth grade, and the importance of the (general wizard level assessment) exam.
This test score will affect their future prospects and is of vital importance to all fifth grade students.
To become an Auror, you must take the five courses of black magic defense, transformation, potions, curse classes, herbal medicine, and the final score can not be lower than good.
If you want to enter the corresponding department of the Ministry of Magic, the assessment must also meet the corresponding standards.
For example, in a position where you want to work with Muggles, Muggle studies also need to be at least excellent.
To enter the Department of Mystery Affairs, you must dabble in some mystics and prophecy.
To take up a career in dealing with creatures, the assessment of the magical animal protection class also needs to reach an excellent level.
And so on.
The difficulty of learning the magic spell in the classroom has also increased geometrically. Almost everyone is stumped by Professor McGonagall’s disappearing spell. This is an advanced application of the transforming spell and requires more skills and talents. .
They had no choice but to hold the snail for the experiment. Only Hermione acted with ease. She only experimented three times, and she successfully vanished the snail.
The rest of the students were quite helpless.
What is remarkable is that Neville waved the spell, but turned the snail's shell away, in exchange for some approved eyes from Professor McGonagall.
As for Ron, as if he were dead, he was drowsy and put his head on the table, just like the pork head meat to be slaughtered on the chopping board. Then, his eyes were inexplicably dull.
It seems that he was "tortured" by Mad-Eye Moody.
Harry looked at Professor McGonagall on the podium, trying to wake him up, and was stopped by Hermione again.
"Let him rest for a while, I guess he will be picked up by Professor McGonagall later." She shrugged helplessly.
"It's no use calling him now, it's better to let him sleep more."
Hermione, who was not to be seen by the "prophet" Trelawney, was always accurate in her predictions.
"Mr. Weasley, is my class very boring? Or are you already familiar with the disappearance curse?" Professor McGonagall's voice rang in Ron's ear, and she said coldly with her hands on her hips.
Ron stood up hurriedly, staring at them with staring sleepy eyes, and his body was still swaying with fatigue.
"Please show you how to use the disappearance mantra now." Professor McGonagall said sternly, her two black eyebrows tightly twisted together, making her look like an eagle.
Ron trembled and pointed his wand at the snail.
"No shadows or no trace!" he read loudly, even the spell, Hermione told him quietly behind him.
With a bang, the snail's body ignited flames and instantly burned to ashes.
The high flames even smoked Professor McGonagall back a few steps, and the smoke blackened her wrinkled face.
"Uh... praise you first, your fire spell is not bad, just use the wrong place. In addition, Mr. Weasley, you may have more homework after class, and finally, Gryffindor It’s ten minutes, I don’t allow sleeping in my class.
Professor McGonagall sorted her hair that was caught, and said blankly, and walked slowly to the podium.
"He is so pitiful." Harry said sympathetically.
"It's a good thing for him, how much power ~ EbookFREE.me ~ will have to assume many obligations." Hermione nodded.
After another practice, Professor McGonagall announced the end of the get out of class after he had assigned his homework.
Ron walked back to Gryffindor's common room in a corpse. Hermione and Harry were afraid that he would fall in the aisle and follow him all the way.
After arriving in the lounge, he fell on the sofa at once and slept deep.
"It looks like our younger brother suffered a lot of ravages." George said briskly.
"Maybe two games? Or more?" Fred thought, touching his chin.
"As brother, we have to help him."
The Weasley brothers did not know what to do in the lounge at this time, and they were very surprised to see Ron coming back, and suddenly approached, looking at his brother who had fallen on the sofa.
"Don't play tricks on him, he is now pitiful." Hermione sighed.