"Professor Lupin really is the best at teaching!" the students all said as they left the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.
Everyone had thoroughly enjoyed the lesson. It felt as though knowledge had slipped quietly into their heads without a sound, which was simply wonderful.
"With Professor Lupin here, I reckon I've got my Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Test in the bag," Dean Thomas said happily. The young wizards around him nodded in agreement.
After Defense Against the Dark Arts, everyone went to the Great Hall to eat together. Harry and Ron had no class during the first period that afternoon-life in sixth year was just that wonderful. They would not need to go to Potions until the second period.
Hermione had no class either, but she planned to sit in on Arithmancy.
Although normally only students who had chosen a course could attend its lessons, almost all the professors were happy to bend the rules a little for an outstanding student like Hermione.
The students had no objections to this either.
After all, most students did not have the problem of being unable to take a class they wanted to attend.
If they really liked a subject, surely they would not fail to meet the requirements and thus be unable to take it.
Well, of course, Ancient Runes might be an exception, if anyone really was particularly fond of that excessively dry and difficult subject.
Harry and his friends were not in the habit of taking afternoon naps. After lunch, they watched Ron play chess against the first years.
Every year, there were little fellows who overestimated themselves, or fellows who thought they had developed a few new tricks while practising at home over the holidays, who challenged Ron after the start of term.
Without exception, however, they were