Greenhouse

Harry folded the Parchment and put it back in the envelope. Hermione sat down on the sofa opposite him, arranged the few pages of Linguistics Group notes on the coffee table, and pinned down the corner with a teacup.

"The Technical Group will receive the full analysis report tomorrow morning, then begin the final verification of the Reversal Directive. If all goes well, the verification process should take around two to three days."

"So which layer is the system executing now?" Ron asked.

"The fifth layer is nearly complete," Hermione said. "The Technical Group's latest data shows that progress on the fifth layer is at around ninety percent. At the current pace, it is expected to enter the sixth layer around May fifteenth."

That night, after returning to the dormitory, Harry lay in bed listening to the wind drifting from the distant Forbidden Forest outside the window. It was a long time before he fell asleep.

Harry woke in the morning when sunlight flashed across his face. The curtains had not been drawn properly, and a brilliant white beam slanted through the gap, landing directly on his eyelids.

He turned over, pulled the blanket over his head, and stayed in bed for another half hour before finally sitting up.

The sky beyond the window was so blue that there was barely a cloud in it. Harry sat at the bedside for a while, listening to the birdsong, then got up to wash and change.

There were already people in the Common Room. Seamus leaned against the windowsill with a cup of tea in hand, looking outside.

Dean sat on the sofa by the fireplace, yawning repeatedly. When he saw Harry come out of the dormitory, he looked up and greeted him.

"Morning. Sleep well?"

"Not bad." Harry sat on the