The twice-weekly N.E.W.T.-level physical education class had drawn the attention of quite a few people.
But during lunch, when they learned from students who had attended that the advanced physical education class had started returning to textbooks, everyone was deeply disappointed, including Harry and Neville.
Most people had hoped Professor Breen would keep coming up with interesting training subjects that allowed them to directly feel their own progress, rather than making them scribble calculations and formulas across piles of parchment.
Hermione, however, was especially looking forward to it. Compared with all that training, this was the field she was truly good at.
Other than that, there was only one other thing worth looking forward to that week.
The exchange delegation that would soon arrive at Hogwarts.
Although Professor Breen had not gone into much detail at the start-of-term feast, for various reasons, the identities of the members of the exchange delegation had already become widely known.
Most people thought it was rather interesting. But some held opposing views.
"I absolutely refuse to eat with those beasts! They'll hurt me!"
"Exactly. Unless they're chained up. Can you imagine it, Talia? You're having dinner, and beside you sits a twenty-foot-tall giant that reeks from head to toe."
One night, while Ron and Hermione were patrolling the castle together, they overheard two first-year Slytherin wizards saying this. Hermione flew into a rage and chased the two little brats back to their common room.
When she turned around, Hermione found Ron standing beneath the enormous House-point hourglasses, looking thoughtful.
"What is it?"
Hermione raised her eyebrows high.
"Don't tell me you think they have a point?"
"Giants are bigger than Trolls, aren't they?"
After hesitating, Ron shrugged.
"I just think I could probably accept being around house-elves or Goblins or whatever, but giants... Their