His expression softened a little for a moment, before he let out an exasperated sigh, looking around the street. So, he was stuck here, wherever here was.
He looked back over at the girl and noticed she was looking at his robes. He raised a brow and then looked down at himself, finally seeing what he was wearing. "What do you mean what year? 1943, what else?" he replied, adjusting his cloak, though still holding onto his wand.