“Boy, there is a lot of water-based puns you have made, huh?” Harry meekly tells the older man as he takes the handshake while a small pink Pygmy Puff is sitting on his shoulder, shaking nervously from the cold, “Harry, nice to meet you too, Donovan. So did you find out what your familiar is? I didn’t expect to get a Pygmy Puff for a familiar upon arriving, but that’s fine though. Oh, don’t worry, she won’t hurt you at all, mate.”

The poor teen wizard is still soaking wet from the deep plunge into the water, although his jacket doesn’t look too soaked after he squeezed out water from it. He just hopes that there are extra clothes to be found for everyone to change into sooner rather that later.