He has never heard of Callian in his entire life. Then again, Draco hasn't really gone anywhere except Wizarding World England and Wizarding World France. It wouldn't have been hard to go to the muggle versions of his world. He was actually planning on getting around to eventually after the war. But he never got around to it. But even he knows that's mostly an excuse. He didn't want to be caught unawares in the muggle world with whatever weird contraptions they come up with.

"I'm from England." He says simply. Does the Statue of Secrecy still apply here anymore? It's not like his magic works and plenty of people have seen his hippogriff but the Ministry hasn't come yet to arrest him. Who knew all he needed to escape the Ministry was to get thrown into an ocean and get stuck with a hippogriff as a companion. He almost wishes the rest of his family were here. They'd at least appreciate the place being free from the reign of Saint Potter and the Light Wizards. Along with the Daily Prophet.

It wouldn't hurt to test the waters. "Wizarding England. It's like normal England but full of magic," He then paused. "Do you even know what an England is?"