The next day everyone went for breakfast together. The Red Group door painting lady gave Hermanonie a strange look. Food was served, and food was eaten. Frognal had a particularly strong smell today. Everyone, including Harry and Hermanonie, kept their distance. Frognal looked a little sad, but the toast he ate filled the void.
"I smell bad today" Frognal shamefully said.
"You do." Everyone replied.
"At least I have my friends," he said.
"...yes," Harry and Hermanonie responded.
Following breakfast, it was time for translation class with Professor McDonaldall. This was Harry's first lesson due to his three day coma. He still wondered what else could have happened during those days.
"Welcome class to translation." McDonaldall greeted the class.
"Good morning Professor McDonaldall, good morning everyone." the class said in unison.
"Ready your wands, it's time to practice translation." she said.
The class readied their wands. Harry and Frognal couldn't afford wands, so they used Staedler pencils they found on the floor. Harry had no money. Frognal did have money, but not very much. Being poor is another thing that they had in common.
"Bazaaaa." Maldono shouted.
A zap of light shot from his wand and hit the blackboard.
The blackboard previously red "Welcome" but now read as "Welcomé".
"Condracolations! You've translated it from English into Spanish!" McDonaldall giggled with glee.
"I'm a true wizard. My family are the best wizards. Unlike Potter and Wizzly. Potter doesn't even have a family. That's just pathetic." Maldono said.
"It's true." Hermanonie said.
Harry and Frognal couldn't translate anything because they couldn't read. Hermanonie excelled in class. She gave a wink to Draco Maldono. He gave her a very slight nod in response. Perhaps they had more in common than just enjoying seeing Harry cry.