The next day, there was a new class to be experienced. "Defence against the Modern Arts". Professor Squirrel was a strange looking professor. Indeed, as his name suggested, he was in fact a squirrel. He could not speak in English, but Professor DoorMatDoor had placed a spell upon him wherein anything he said displayed clean, white, and legible subtitles. This was incredibly useful to the class aside from the frequent references to acorns and nuts during moments of silence.
"This is your introduction to defending yourself against the Modern Arts" the subtitles read.
"Today I will be explaining why art created past the years of 1999 disgraces humanity". They read.
It sounded odd to Harry. The cut off being 1999 didn't really have any significance or represent a rapid shift in art movement, but seemed to just reflect the change in century. It's even stranger that Harry could think such things, especially because he grew up in a cupboard with no interaction with media or knowledge. It must have been the power of knowledge osmosis as he sat relatively close to Hermanonie.
"I'll call forward two students to debate arguments about their favourite historical eras and why they surpass modern art's distasteful presence upon this universe" it said with distasteful being in bold.
"Potter, Maldono, come forward".
Harry and Draco lifted their tiny prepubescent bodies onto the hallway-like stand in the centre of the room. Harry needed to think of an argument. He was scared. Hermanonie took it upon herself to mouth the words of a suitable argument to him for him to say. Harry was useless on his own.