It was hubris, Harry now realised, to assume that he had somehow grown beyond falling asleep in History of Magic class. He’d presumed that his improved maturity would be a boon to his attention span, and that he might be able to join Hermione in alertness and make detailed notes throughout the class. What he hadn’t considered however, was that he now had twenty years of extra lived experience that had proven to him that he’d never learnt anything of use in this class. The only exception being the time he had had to offer a formal apology to an infuriated Goblin on behalf of the Auror’s office - however, he was extremely skeptical that such a specific scenario was likely to reoccur. And so, he managed fifteen minutes of the class before giving up, slumping in his chair, resting his head back, and closing his eyes, confident in the knowledge that he wasn’t missing anything important.