"That makes sense."

"What's it like?"

"...what's what like?"

"Not having magic."

He gives this question careful consideration for a few seconds, and then says, "Things move around less."

"Sounds dull."

"It's all right."

The various Weasleys and Longbottom chat to each other and to Evans until it's time to retire for the night.

(Except for the Hufflepuffs who are only retiring for the next four hours and then apparently have Astronomy at midnight.)

That seems like a really inconvenient time to have Astronomy but at least it won't be Victor's problem for another few days.

He sleeps somewhat better that night but still wakes up very early.

Their first class the next morning is Defence again. Quirrell continues to smell funny.

That probably isn't his fault. Victor continues to be an attentive and diligent student.

Their next class is Herbology, which happens behind the castle in the greenhouse, and is taught by a short dumpy witch called Professor Sprout. It is comparatively more relaxed, and she explains that each class will be dedicated to one plant or fungus and how to care for it and what its uses are.

Well, that sounds useful and interesting.

She certainly seems to think so!

They share Charms with the Hufflepuffs on Wednesday afternoon and Thursday morning. It's taught by a tiny little wizard who has to stand on a pile of books to see over his desk. At the start of their first class he takes the roll call, and when he reaches Victor's name he gives an excited squeak and topples out of sight. 

Oh dear. Um. "Are you all right, Professor?"

"Yes, certainly, Mr. Evans!" he calls from under the desk before regaining his feet. "Now, where were we..."

And he starts his class.

Charms seems like it's going to be interesting too.

It is!

Wednesday, at midnight, they have Astronomy, to learn the names of different stars and the movements of the planets.

This is a terrible time to have a class but he's not about to complain. And the stars are sort of interesting, too.

They have a huge pile of Transfiguration homework assigned Thursday, and Friday morning—

"Double Potions with the Slytherins," Ron says. "Snape's Head of Slytherin House. They say he always favors them—we'll be able to see if it's true."

...he decides not to bring Muninn to this particular class. Call it a hunch.

Before they depart for class, though, one of the school's owls drops an envelope in front of Victor.

...okay...

When he opens it it says, in a very untidy scrawl:

Dear Victor,
I know you get Friday afternoons off so would you like to come and have a cup of tea with me around three? 
I want to hear all about your first week.
Hagrid