The Potion Master was prepared for the harsh grip on his arm, but not for the nausea when your guide let go the moment you landed. He stumbled but did not dare to voice any protest. Instead, he had one of his surreal moments, that seemed to become his new normal, when the older wizard caressed Harry's head for a second, before stepping back briskly. "I am not entertaining your insipid friends. So, return in a timely manner."