Herbology in Greenhouse Three steams with dragon dung and danger. The Venomous Tentacula lunges at Neville; Sprout just laughs, patting its leaves. Mandrakes shriek in their pots — baby ones, mewling. Students stuff wax in their ears, but the vibration still rattles their ribs.

Divination: Trelawney’s sherry-scented tower. “The Grim,” she gasps at Harry’s teacup. Ron yawns. Lavender wipes a tear. Parvati nods solemnly. Is it nonsense? Perhaps. But some predictions find you later, like a letter you never meant to send.

Muggle Studies — a quiet room with photographs that don’t move. “They use electricity,” the professor says. “And rubber ducks.” The Slytherins smirk. The Muggle-born smile softly. Magic isn’t the only wonder, after all.