The History of Magic class was still simple and dull, and Professor Bin's hypnotic voice was practically the perfect choice for inducing sleep.
Even someone as studious as Hermione began to nod off, propping her chin on her hand.
There's no helping it; Professor Bin is just... too hypnotic.
Perhaps the one who scheduled the classes did it on purpose, considering that on Tuesday at eleven o'clock at night, Gryffindor had to attend Astronomy class with Ravenclaw students.
Astronomy class typically ran from eleven at night to midnight; after all, you couldn't hold a star-observing class during the day and have everyone stare at the sun, could you?
In this light, the schedule was quite considerate, at least providing a reasonable time for catching up on sleep in the afternoon.
Professor Bin didn't care if students slept or dozed off during class; he only cared about whether he could read through his lectures.
"I think we should invent a spell," Ron muttered after class, "something that would help us successfully fall asleep during lectures."
"Isn't Professor Bin's voice hypnotic enough for you, Ron?" Seamus asked, puzzled, "Honestly, I slept quite well during class just now..."
"I want to sleep, but ask Hermione!" Ron said helplessly, "Every time Hermione gets drowsy and nods off, she pinches me hard—my gosh... Why doesn't she pinch herself when she's tired?"
"Because pinching you doesn't hurt, Ron." Hermione rolled her eyes.
Ron puffed up his cheeks, secretly vowing to repay this a hundredfold if he ever got the chance!
Gosh, getting bullied by Hermione is really unpleasant!
The next morning was Wednesday, with only one class scheduled, Spell Class, planned for eleven a.m.
After yesterday's Defense Against the Dark Arts class, students had gained a basic understanding of Yin Corpses, a Dark Magic creation.
To deal with Yin Corpses, one needs to use fire-based spells.
Originally, Professor Flitwick planned to continue teaching students marking spells in this class, but Hermione raised her hand high.
"Miss Granger," Professor Flitwick said, happy to see someone raise their hand, "do you have a question?"
"Yes, Professor." Hermione said, "We encountered Yin Corpses in Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and Professor Lockhart demonstrated their weaknesses in detail—attacking Yin Corpses with fire-type spells can inflict multiple damage. So I wanted to ask if you could teach us some fire-type spells?"
Hermione knew about fire-type spells; in fact, she had burned Professor Snape's robe back in first-year Quidditch class.
This really distressed Professor Snape, as the robe was a gift from Lily—and despite wearing it for so many years, he still couldn't bear to replace it.
Professor Flitwick gaped, seemingly unable to believe that Professor Lockhart actually let second-year freshmen attempt to deal with Yin Corpses.
After a long pause, he hesitantly asked, "What?"
Hermione repeated herself.
"My goodness, I should have told Albus earlier that Professor Lockhart might not be suitable for teaching—what does he think Defense Against the Dark Arts class is? An adventure tour?" Professor Flitwick said angrily: "Bringing Yin Corpses to the classroom, explaining them to second-year students... My goodness, does he expect second-year students to have the guts to deal with Yin Corpses?"
"Um, Professor." Padma Patil from Ravenclaw raised her hand, "In fact, Gryffindor's Seamus Finnigan has already proven himself capable of dealing with a Yin Corpse."
The girl was Gryffindor's Parvati Patil's twin sister, although it's quite strange—twins aren't in the same house, and the Weasley twins have always been curious about this too.
"Yes, Professor." Another Ravenclaw, Anthony Goldstein, raised his hand: "Even if the spell wasn't entirely powerful, it blew up the Yin Corpse's face so much that one eyeball bounced onto a Slytherin student's desk—"
Upon hearing this, the classroom burst into laughter.
Everyone had a tense relationship with Slytherin, so whenever their mishaps were mentioned, they delighted in it.
The Ravenclaw students further explained to Professor Flitwick how Lockhart only taught how to deal with Dark Magic and its creations, but required students to learn spells from Professor Flitwick.
"Ah, I see." Professor Flitwick nodded in understanding: "I get it—seems like I need to communicate with Professor Lockhart to align teaching progress, and teach everyone some corresponding and appropriate spells."
He wasn't displeased, but rather quite delighted.
Gosh, Merlin save us, does Hogwarts finally have a qualified Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?
In that moment, Professor Flitwick's eyes grew damp.
"In that case," Professor Flitwick continued: "We'll learn a new spell today, the Arson Spell."
He bounced a little, glancing around at the students, asking: "So, who can tell me something about the Arson Spell?"
Many students in the classroom raised their hands.
"Looks like everyone has done their homework... Alright, Miss Patil—" Professor Flitwick said.
However, what surprised Professor Flitwick was that two identical-looking people stood up.
One was from Gryffindor, the other from Ravenclaw.