Entering the Ancient Magic Class classroom, Harry waved to Ginny, who was already sitting inside, then thought of his interaction with Cho Chang earlier in the Great Hall and sat down feeling a little guilty.
Harry stole a glance at the Slytherin students and found that they were not sitting together in solidarity as they used to, but had split into several small groups. "If those pure-bloods still want to keep causing trouble, Allen's class is probably the one they'd most want to stir things up in."
Flag carefully set his Ancient Magic Class textbook on the desk, then could not help reaching into his clothes again to feel the spot where he had been severed during the splitting earlier that morning. "What Professor Allen teaches is dark magic, so it's already easy to criticize... How's your Lightning Magic coming along?"
"Flag, we know you've already mastered that spell and can go learn a new one from Professor Harris! You tried it on me last time after eating the chocolate Ron gave you!" Neville looked a little huffy, though he was actually quite happy for his friend. Although his own magical talent made that spell too weak, he could indeed cast it freely now.
"My mum actually wrote to me and told me to stay farther away from their fight lately," Seamus said seriously. "But she doesn't know how amazing Professor Harris is... Still, I really do think Professor Harris had better ease up a bit lately... Don't let them catch him where it hurts."
"Your mum's letters last year weren't right about anything either, Seamus." Ginny was still rather resentful over the Demolition Expert's misunderstanding of her boyfriend last year. "You lot should have a little more faith in Allen. It's not as if all pure-bloods and books are