"Are you sure Pigwidgeon and Hedwig can find their way?" Ron asked uncertainly, given that Pigwidgeon was still so small.

Hoare walked ahead, a bit helpless. "Ron, do you remember they're owls? I'm afraid even if we get lost, they can still find their way."

"Alright then—" Ron wrinkled his nose. "I hope they get there before we do."

"That's not certain," Hoare chuckled.