For the next period of time, the most popular topic in the school was still about Sirius Black.

News about him occupied an entire page of the Daily Prophet every day, and waiting for the owl to deliver the newspaper every morning became the most anticipated thing for some people.

In addition, Harry has been very excited recently. Almost every morning, he receives a package sent by owl, which contains but is not limited to various candies, clothes, or other novel gadgets.

But none of this has anything to do with fifth grade.

The professors seemed to be holding a competition to see who could burn out first. The assignments kept piling up and the demands kept getting higher, and even Kyle was not immune.

After all, not all professors would exempt him from homework, such as Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts.

After two weeks of learning the Shield Charm, Professor Moody decided to give them a small test.

This test was supposed to be given last week, but the class was a disaster.

There were many students who recited the spell incorrectly, stood still in a daze, and forgot the hand gestures. Professor Moody was almost furious, and had no choice but to postpone the test for another week.

"I don't mind telling you in advance." Professor Moody said as he stood on the podium, "I will use the Leg Locking Curse this time. If you can't resist it successfully, then I'm sorry, you will have to jump around for the rest of the day."

Some people suddenly became nervous, but more of them looked indifferent.

"I know you must be thinking, it's just a leg-locking curse, it can be easily removed, even if it doesn't block it, it doesn't matter... right?"

Professor Moody laughed, and the scars on his face were all squeezed together, making him look even more hideous. "But you'd better give up this idea now. For the Auror's special leg-locking curse, ordinary antidotes are useless."

Then he asked everyone to stand on both sides, called them forward one by one in the order of the roster, and chanted the Leg-Locking Spell for them.

Kyle noticed that the effect this time was much better than last week. At least when Professor Moody deliberately slowed down, the first two people successfully cast the Shield Spell and used an invisible wall to bounce the Leg-Locking Spell back.

But when it came to the third person, things changed. One student, perhaps because he was too nervous, forgot the spell.

Needless to say, the result was that his two legs were stuck together so tightly that he could only hop back. He fell on the way and almost broke his nose.

When it was Kyle's turn, he stepped forward to the open space in the middle of the classroom.

Professor Moody raised his wand and a beam of white light quickly flew towards Kyle.

Some people keenly noticed that this time Professor Moody did not recite the spell loudly like before. The spell appeared directly without any warning.

"Armor protects you!"

The white light bounced back and flew straight towards Moody, but he dodged it.

"Very good, that's more like it!" Professor Moody said loudly, "Reflecting the spell back to the opponent is the real purpose of the Shield Charm. The one that flies everywhere only shows that you haven't mastered it well enough... Very good, Hufflepuff, ten points!"

Professor Moody gave Kyle ten extra points, but not the exemption from homework that he wanted most.

After that, other people also carried out the test one after another, but the success rate was not high, only about half.

After class, those who failed could only hop out of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom like rabbits.

"From the tone of his voice, I thought we were going to be attacked at any moment."

He failed at the beginning, and passed it during the make-up exam before the end of get out of class, during which time he fell down countless times.

"Yeah, that's right, talking like a paranoid..."

Ryan, who was standing next to him, tried to jump forward. He turned his head and made sure that Professor Moody had gone far away before he whispered, "I heard that people in the Ministry of Magic don't like him. They think he is too neurotic... Even when he walked past him normally, he felt that person was going to hurt him."

"Professor Moody may be a little strict, but it's always good to learn more." Qiu, who was in class with them, said, "And the Armor Charm is also very important."

"I know." Ryan sighed, "But we have too many things to do. How can we have time to study the Armor Spell? If it won't appear in OWL, I still think it's more appropriate to put it in the sixth grade. At least then we won't have endless homework."

Ryan yawned and stumbled, almost falling to the ground. Fortunately, Kyle pulled him up in time.

"This is so inconvenient. Do you want me to help you untie it?" Kyle asked.

Professor Moody was right. The normal counter-spell was indeed useless. Some students had already tried it when the class was over. However, the restoration spell should be able to work. If that doesn't work, there is still the end of all spells.

"Thank you... never mind." Ryan hesitated for a moment, then shook his head.

"Moody has a magic eye. Who knows if he is watching us from somewhere... Tomorrow happens to be the weekend. At worst, I can just stay in the dormitory and not come out."

Ryan was quite open-minded about it. He had to do homework in the common room all day tomorrow anyway, so maybe doing it this way would help him finish faster.

But before that, he still had to go to the underground classroom to finish the last Potions class of the week.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but Snape seems to be more moody this time than before, which makes the Potions class even more difficult.

The basement classroom was as cold as winter, and even the door made an eerie creaking sound when it was opened.

"Quiet!" said Snape coldly.

In fact, there was no need to say this. As soon as everyone saw him come in, they immediately became silent and all their little movements stopped.

Generally speaking, Snape is the best tranquilizer in Hogwarts. Just standing there is enough to calm the entire school down, even better than Dumbledore.

"Today, we are going to prepare a demulcent, which can calm and soothe anxious emotions, and is also a common question in exams."

He said in a calm tone: "But before we begin, I must remind you that potions are a rigorous subject. Even the most expensive crucible cannot make up for a poor brain."

He looked around everyone's table and seemed to be looking for something.

After reading it all, Snape nodded with satisfaction, walked to the blackboard and waved his wand: "Here is the method of preparation... You'd better remember it firmly. If you are careless when brewing it, it will cause the person taking the medicine to fall into a deep, sometimes even inevitable, sleep."

Then he waved his wand again and opened the cupboard at the door.

"Get what you need yourself. You still have an hour and a half. Let's get started..."

(End of this chapter)