Unlike Hogwarts's start-of-term speech, on an occasion like the International Confederation of Wizards Congress, even with Dumbledore presiding over the meeting, there was no way to make the proceedings short and entertaining.
Matters like these had to be explained clearly to ensure that, when they were carried out later, no mistakes would appear right from the start.
On top of that, representatives from the Muggle World were also attending, so the contents had to be read out in even greater detail to avoid leaving the Muggle World's representatives unable to understand.
Harry and the others had already been short on sleep, and early that morning they had gone with Vizet and Luna to watch the sunrise. By the time other people took the stage and began reading out the various items, they finally could not help growing drowsy.
Among them, Hermione was in the best condition. She clenched her fists and tensed her body with all her might, as if trying to force herself, through sheer willpower, to listen to Dumbledore's speech and stay awake that way.
Neville and Hanna tried hard to widen their eyes, terrified that the moment they closed them they would fall asleep. Only when their eyes were bloodshot did they blink quickly to ease the strain.
Ginny was much the same as Harry. She was already so sleepy she could barely keep her eyes open, her head drooping lower and lower, gradually nodding off like a chick pecking at rice.
Ron was like a broken puppet, his head seeming to hang from a string as it slowly tilted toward the tabletop at a steady pace, then barely hovered above it, his forehead never quite knocking down.
Sirius Black also yawned. His way of relieving boredom was fairly simple: he propped his chin in one hand