Durmstrang?
The witch walking ahead suddenly stopped, and Hoffa nearly bumped into her.
"No. I just graduated from Hogwarts this year," the witch said blandly in a low voice, glancing sideways. Then she resumed striding forward on her long legs.
Watching the witch walk off the floating bridge in great strides, Hoffa followed and asked in confusion, "Why didn't you study at Durmstrang?"
"Your shoelace is untied."
Hoffa looked down and saw that his shoelace had indeed come undone. The dolphins had probably knocked it loose.
By the time he tied it and looked up, she had already gone far ahead again.
The witch clearly did not want to answer that question. Hoffa checked his watch, caught up with her, and asked, "When are we leaving?"
"We leave in the afternoon. We'll depart from Thames Port in London, pass through the English Channel and the Guernsey Islands, enter the North Atlantic, then round the Iberian Peninsula in southern Europe. We'll make a brief stop in Lisbon, Portugal, then head straight for Casablanca, Morocco. The journey should take about five and a half days."
In response to that question, Osivia explained everything to Hoffa from beginning to end, meticulous and patient.
But all those geographical names made Hoffa dizzy. He knew absolutely nothing about Europe. Such a tiny place, yet it was divided into so many countries.
Still, he caught something wrong.
"Wait. Morocco? Aren't we going to France?"
"Is Morocco not France?" Osivia asked calmly, tilting her head. When her eyes shifted to Hoffa's earring, she frowned and asked with a trace of seriousness, "Are you from Gryffindor?"
"Ravenclaw."
"Oh." Her brow relaxed, and she gave an almost imperceptible shrug.
Hoffa had to jog all the way just to keep up with this graduate.
"Are you from Slytherin?" Hoffa asked.