Yeah. [His own school uniform is more conspicuous than the black robes had been, but the wool had been bloody warm. He's still got it under his arm, for all he knows that's what the man had wanted. He's got precious little else.]

Dunno what happened. I was on the train home from H—school, from school, and I just woke up here, in the jungle. [It doesn't seem like the man had any friends about, no one's paying them any particular attention as they walk through the streets. It's unwise, but Harry keeps a hand on the wand in his pocket, ready to draw again if he needs to.]

What about you, what happened to you?