Professor Amani Vesper stands at the front of her classroom, her hands resting lightly on the wooden desk. The air is thick with quiet resistance. Draco leans back in his chair, arms crossed, a bored expression plastered on his face. Blaise taps his quill against the parchment, uninterested. Theo doesn’t even bother pretending to pay attention, his gaze drifting toward the window.

She expected this. Muggle Studies had always been the most dismissed subject at Hogwarts, and despite the war, some students still saw it as a waste of time. Especially the Slytherins.

She clears her throat, commanding attention without raising her voice. “I’m aware that some of you think this class is useless,” she says, eyes sweeping across the room. “I’m also aware that some of you believe you’ll never need Muggle knowledge in your lives.”

Draco scoffs under his breath. Vesper doesn’t acknowledge it. Instead, she flicks her wand, and a small, black device lands on his desk with a soft thud. He frowns, picking it up.

“What is this?” he asks.

“A smartphone,” she replies. “Muggles can communicate across countries in seconds with that. They conduct business, organize their lives, and—” she turns to the rest of the class, “—create entire industries without a single drop of magic.”

There’s a beat of silence. Theo straightens slightly in his seat. Even Blaise looks at the device with mild curiosity.

“I don’t expect you to love this class,” Amani continues, stepping forward, “but if you think Muggle knowledge is beneath you, you should ask yourself—why are they thriving without us, while so many wizards refuse to adapt?”

She lets the question hang. For the first time, the room isn’t filled with disinterest—it’s filled with thought.