I heard Hermione lean towards me from her perch in the visitor’s chair. “What have you learned today?”
“There’s a reason wizards wear glasses. Eyes are complicated,” I said.
She snorted. “True. What else?”
“Don’t just read the summary of a ritual in the book. There might be warnings or better instructions later on,” I said.
“What else?”
I frowned. “I can’t think of anything else. I’m pretty sure those are the only things I learned from this experience.”
“How about: Don’t perform an untested ritual in the middle of a school-wide lockdown? Honestly, Harry, what were you thinking?!”
I shrugged. “I didn’t want to be disturbed. It’s not like I was invisible this time.”
“Madame Pomfrey couldn’t get to you for hours,” Hermione said. “You could have died.”
“Probably not died,” I said. “Lost my eyes, maybe, but then I could just get better ones. Like Moody’s.”
“You are not getting fake, magical eyes.”
I chuckled. “Well, obviously not now. The ritual didn’t go that badly.”
Hermione was silent for a time, probably reading. She does that a lot. “Harry, what was wrong with your old eyes?”
“Well, I did need glasses, and I wanted night vision.”
“Why do you need night vision? You don’t even do anything at night.”
“Of course not. Without night vision, that would be stupid,” I said.
And that is just an average conversation in this fic. It's amazing XD