Hermione panted as she ran through the school, firing spells behind her. Being under the influence of Liquid Luck was something akin to what Hermione imagined being high was like. She felt giggly and happy but also like an exterior force was guiding her. She didn't like it in the slightest but, she had to admit as she automatically took a step to the side when a Death Eater shot a spell at her, it was certainly helpful for the battle.