After warning Ron...
Then Harry haphazardly flipped through the parchment, grabbed a quill, and pretended to be intently focused on the blackboard.
The pen flew across the paper, copying down the blurry names and dates, trying to use mechanical actions to mask his embarrassment and palpitations.
In reality, he didn't absorb anything; his mind was still replaying fragments of that brief but terrifying nightmare.
That blinding green light, that chilling laughter, and... and that figure he instinctively wanted to protect.
That anxious feeling of helplessness lingered in my heart like vines, impossible to shake off.
Because of Harry's commotion, many students who were awakened in the classroom were temporarily unable to fall back asleep.
They all looked at the blackboard in a daze, mechanically copying Professor Binns's illegible handwriting, which resembled scribbles.
Suddenly, the classroom was filled with the intermittent scratching sound of pen nibs tracing lines on parchment.
But within minutes, Professor Binns's incredibly powerful hypnotic magic took effect again.
The sound of copying gradually thinned out, and the sounds of yawning rose and fell again.
Most students gradually slipped back into a half-asleep state, their heads bobbing up and down as if they were about to collapse onto their desks at any moment.
However, for Hermione, who was sitting by the window, Harry's sudden "sleepwalking" and embarrassing situation unexpectedly saved her.
All those sources that had made her cheeks burn temporarily lost their power in the face of Harry's comical yet pitiful predicament.
Although Harry's sleepwalking was abrupt and embarrassing, it was at least understandable.
Unlike the unsettlingly subtle interactions surrounding her and Malfoy.
She even subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, her tense body relaxing slightly.
Taking advantage of the moment when everyone's attention was focused on Harry, he quietly moved to the side, creating a tiny bit of distance between himself and Draco.
As Harry awkwardly sat down, and the classroom returned to Professor Binns's incessant nagging and drowsy atmosphere, Hermione found herself able to concentrate a little better.
Although Draco is still by my side.
Hermione secretly glanced at Draco beside her, wanting to see his reaction to the little farce that had just happened.
Draco also happened to turn his gaze away from what was behind him and refocus it on the textbook in front of him.
His expression remained calm, even carrying a hint of indifference, as if he cared nothing for anything around him.
But as Hermione looked over, he also turned his head seemingly unintentionally, and their eyes met briefly in the dim firelight and the interplay of light from the night outside the window.
There was no mockery of Harry's embarrassment in Draco's eyes, nor the unfathomable depth that had previously unsettled her.
Instead, it was a kind of... almost boring calm, as if what had just happened was just a trivial little commotion.
For some reason, this subtle expression made Hermione relax a little.
At least for this moment, he behaved like a normal, ordinary student.
Instead of the enigmatic Dela Malfoy.
She quickly looked away, returning her gaze to her textbooks and parchment, the lingering heat on her cheeks gradually fading.
This time, when she picked up the pen to write, her fingers were no longer as stiff and trembling as before.
Her heartbeat gradually returned to a normal rhythm.
Those dry, tedious rules of History of Magic finally became clear again.
After an unknown amount of time, the long and piercing school bell rang, like heavenly music, finally breaking the stagnant and stuffy air in the History of Magic classroom.
"Ring ring--"
For most students, this sound was undoubtedly a clarion call of liberation.
A collective sigh of relief filled the classroom.
The classroom was immediately filled with yawns, lazy groans, and the rustling sounds of people packing up their things.
" Merlin's beard... I'm still alive..." Seamus lifted his face from the slightly damp patch of his textbook.
His eyes were still glazed over, and his voice sounded utterly exhausted.
"I feel like Professor Binns ' voice has completely cleansed my brain; it's now a blank slate, and I can't remember anything."
As he spoke, Dean rubbed his sleepy eyes and yawned.
Neville didn't seem to be fully awake yet.
He looked around blankly, then hurriedly began to tidy up the quills and parchment scattered on the table.
The movements appeared quite clumsy.
He almost knocked over the ink bottle, but luckily he caught it in time, preventing a minor disaster.
The Hufflepuff were relatively calmer, but they all showed signs of exhaustion, as if the event was finally over.
They also began to organize their schoolbags and notes in an orderly manner.
Professor Binns's figure, as ethereal as smoke, paused for a moment amidst the lingering echo of the bell.
Without the slightest hesitation, Professor Binns finished his final statement:
"... Therefore, the legacy of the Goblin Rebellion continues to influence our relationship with Gringotts. Next class we'll talk about the Giant Wars. Class dismissed."
After saying that, he rose from the chair behind the podium at the same unnervingly slow pace, and then leisurely floated towards the door along the same path he had come from.
His dusty figure slipped through the heavy wooden door and disappeared silently into the dim light of the corridor.
Only then did the real end of get out of class begin.
Like birds released from their cages, the students stood up one after another, stretching their stiff limbs, making a cracking sound as their bones collided, their faces beaming with relieved smiles.
The once dull and oppressive classroom instantly became noisy and full of energy.