Hermione ignored Harry's glare, once more focusing on Dumbledore's words. He was probably right--since some of the students from the past already knew, they needed to learn to defend themselves.
She then heard Neville muttering. She frowned at him. She hadn't told anyone's parents--she had avoided it, in fact. James was just a bit too clever for his own good. Telling others would not be wise...not at this point.
In fact, it wasn't wise earlier, when she did it, either. Hermione sighed heavily, sinking into her seat. She really could use a time-turner now...why had she convinced herself that telling Remus was a good idea?