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As Professor Binns shuffles his stack of notes, which he spent hours preparing over the weekend, the students settle in for a nice, long nap. How can this be, you ask, when Professor Binns painstakingly researched his monologue on the witch burnings in medieval times for hours? The answer was simple; No one bothered to listen. It seemed as if every day was alike, with Professor Binns spitting forth dusty facts from an out-of-date encyclopedia. It didn't exactly keep anyone's attention. Even Hermione wasn't up to her normal rapid-attention self. As professor Binns recited the poem of a famous witch burner in the medieval times, he was interrupted with a loud popping noise coming from Ron's end of the classroom. Everyone lazily turned his or her attention to Ron who had just jumped in surprise.
"S-sorry. Was that me?" said an embarrassed Ron.
A few people smiled. That probably had been the highlight of the entire lesson. Professor Binns seemed hardly amused.
"Yes, that was indeed you, Mr. Weasley, and may I advise you to spit that gum out of your mouth?" he said, taking a look at the rather sticky pink gum-bits on parts of Ron's face.
"Yes sir. Sorry," said Ron, now pink-eared, and headed for the wastebasket.
"As many of you seem hardly interested in our topic, shall I suggest you all to read the passage of medieval witch burnings of the 14th century in your textbooks? Then, if you may, prepare yourselves for the essay that is to be handed in on Monday. That will be all."
Hermione's hand suddenly shot up into the air.
"Yes, Miss er-?" said Professor Binns dully.
"Granger Professor, I wondering if this will be on the final exam," said Hermione
"As a matter of fact, it will. Thank-you for bringing that up."
The whole class groaned in dissatisfaction. Hermione, on the other hand, looked about the class sternly.
Ron, who had returned to his seat, whispered loudly, "Why'd you have to do that?"
Hermione paid no attention, instead engaged herself into the huge book, History of Magic.
So the class spent the next twenty minutes, silently reading the paragraphs of dull facts, until, a long last, the bell rang.
The class headed out the door, among them Harry, Ron, and Hermione.
"I swear, that ought to be the lamest class I've ever been in," Ron said to Harry, as Hermione tutted impatiently, and they descended the spiral staircase toward the Great Hall.
As Professor Binns shuffles his stack of notes, which he spent hours preparing over the weekend, the students settle in for a nice, long nap. How can this be, you ask, when Professor Binns painstakingly researched his monologue on the witch burnings in medieval times for hours? The answer was simple; No one bothered to listen. It seemed as if every day was alike, with Professor Binns spitting forth dusty facts from an out-of-date encyclopedia. It didn't exactly keep anyone's attention. Even Hermione wasn't up to her normal rapid-attention self. As professor Binns recited the poem of a famous witch burner in the medieval times, he was interrupted with a loud popping noise coming from Ron's end of the classroom. Everyone lazily turned his or her attention to Ron who had just jumped in surprise.
"S-sorry. Was that me?" said an embarrassed Ron.
A few people smiled. That probably had been the highlight of the entire lesson. Professor Binns seemed hardly amused.
"Yes, that was indeed you, Mr. Weasley, and may I advise you to spit that gum out of your mouth?" he said, taking a look at the rather sticky pink gum-bits on parts of Ron's face.
"Yes sir. Sorry," said Ron, now pink-eared, and headed for the wastebasket.
"As many of you seem hardly interested in our topic, shall I suggest you all to read the passage of medieval witch burnings of the 14th century in your textbooks? Then, if you may, prepare yourselves for the essay that is to be handed in on Monday. That will be all."
Hermione's hand suddenly shot up into the air.
"Yes, Miss er-?" said Professor Binns dully.
"Granger Professor, I wondering if this will be on the final exam," said Hermione
"As a matter of fact, it will. Thank-you for bringing that up."
The whole class groaned in dissatisfaction. Hermione, on the other hand, looked about the class sternly.
Ron, who had returned to his seat, whispered loudly, "Why'd you have to do that?"
Hermione paid no attention, instead engaged herself into the huge book, History of Magic.
So the class spent the next twenty minutes, silently reading the paragraphs of dull facts, until, a long last, the bell rang.
The class headed out the door, among them Harry, Ron, and Hermione.
"I swear, that ought to be the lamest class I've ever been in," Ron said to Harry, as Hermione tutted impatiently, and they descended the spiral staircase toward the Great Hall.
