Hermione winning a small vial of Felix Felicis in Professor Slughorn's Potions Class sparked some discussion within a small circle.
However, it was soon replaced by a more interesting topic.
Hogwarts had introduced another unprecedented new course, and all third-years and above would attend it together rather than receiving separate instruction.
So far, apart from Gilderoy Lockhart and Professor Breen, no one had ever taught such a large class.
And in order to accommodate everyone's schedules, the school had no choice but to arrange it for Wednesday morning before breakfast.
This was nothing much for students who had participated in physical education class training. For a time, they had grown accustomed to morning runs before dawn every day.
But for most students, leaving their warm, comfortable beds before sunrise was undoubtedly agonizing.
The torchlit Entrance Hall, dyed golden by the flames, was packed with bleary-eyed students. More students trickled in from the staircases and the dungeons.
Hermione and Ginny leaned against each other, whispering about something. Ron had been kidnapped by his girlfriend, while the lone Harry leaned against the notice board plastered with announcements, listening listlessly to Seamus and Dean complain.
"What do you think Professor Lahansen wants us to do, Harry?"
Neville asked as he yawned.
"Um—"
Harry, who had slept poorly, felt his thoughts twitch faintly before sinking back into silence.
"Meditation. I don't know, Neville, but Parvati thinks it's sitting in meditation. She said it's very popular where she comes from—"
"Yeah, I've heard that too—"
Neville spoke in a casual, conversational tone.
"But doesn't meditation require a quiet environment? We ought to be going straight to some classroom instead of being summoned to the Entrance Hall at dawn to stand around like idiots."
"Maybe the school couldn't find a classroom big enough for so many