Harry's head was hurting. He wasn't sure if it was the lack of sleep or Al, but none of this made sense to him.
"Slow down a bit, Al, let us mere mortals follow in your trail of thought for a moment," he said teasingly. "Now, why don't you start with who it is who knows a lot and doesn't make friends easily? Then you can move onto where you met, and what happened that led up to him pointing a wand at you."
He didn't ask if the wand was intact or not. This was Al, it would be, unfortunately.