“Uh...yeah,” Harry answered as he was asked about training with Bones only to laugh, unable to stop himself at the way Edgar answered him. Of course he be cocky, why wouldn’t he be? It was well known he was, as stated before, one of the greatest wizards of his age. Of course they neglected to mention whether or not he knew about that title. From what he was seeing, he probably had heard it before but likely brushed it off. That wink alone seemed disarming and more like he was breaking the ice rather than being cocky. Or at least that was how Harry was choosing to take it. Why? Because he’d met arrogant wizards and as much as he could see it in Edgar’s words, he didn’t have that haughty body language that say the Malfoy family had.
“Good to know,” Harry said laughing a little more than quickly sobering as he moved to keep up with Bones as they walked toward his destination. “Dudley Porter.” Inwardly he cringed saying that awful name. He was still unclear why in the heat of the moment that god awful name actually came to mind. Who took a ‘Dudley’ seriously? “I usually just go by Porter.” Not that that was an exceptionally better choice but anything was better than Dudley.
“I just graduated this year,” he said looking up at Bones briefly before looking around them. “I’ve been interested in being an Auror for awhile now but because I’ve been in Durmstrang, mum and dad being worried with what’s going on in England and all, I guess they figured to put me with someone from here. Someone who could show me what it’s really like. I assume it’s not really what books say it is, most things aren’t.”