They split up. Corvin heads back inside, no doubt to get changed for his public appearance, while Harry casts a disillusionment charm over himself and heads into town. It’s a small place, only a population of some fifteen-thousand people or so, which thankfully lends itself to short walk. Then again, on Harry’s stubby little legs, any walk is a freaking marathon of endurance. He really needs to practice his apparation. His magic core should be strong enough for it, but the question is, is his physical body? Everything he knows about apparation advises against very young children going through it too often, even just as side-alongs. It will require some cautious testing. Preferably with Corvin to supervise, just in case Harry becomes incapacitated enough to not be able to provide first-aid to himself.