Unlike Hogwarts' start-of-term speeches, at an occasion like the International Confederation of Wizards Conference, even with Dumbledore presiding, there was no way to make the proceedings brief and entertaining.
Matters like these had to be explained clearly to ensure that no mistakes arose from the very beginning when it came time for implementation.
With representatives from the Muggle world also attending, the declarations needed even more detailed explanations to prevent those representatives from failing to understand.
Harry and the others had already been short on sleep, and they had gone to watch the sunrise with Wizet and Luna that morning. By the time others took the stage to read out the various items, they could no longer fight off their drowsiness.
Of them all, Hermione was in the best condition. She clenched her fists and tensed every muscle in her body, seeming to try to force herself to listen to Dumbledore through sheer willpower in order to stay awake.
Neville and Hannah struggled to keep their eyes wide open, terrified that they would fall asleep the moment they shut them. Only once their eyes were bloodshot did they quickly blink, trying to ease the strain.
Ginny and Harry were in similar states. They were so sleepy they could barely keep their eyes open, their heads drooping lower and lower as they nodded off like pecking chicks.
Ron was like a malfunctioning puppet. His head seemed suspended by invisible strings as it slowly tipped toward the table at a steady pace, only to stop just above it, his forehead never quite hitting the tabletop.
Sirius yawned as well. His way of relieving boredom was simple; he casually propped his chin on one hand and lazily watched the expressions of those around him.
Quite a few wizards would be taking part in