That'd be a nice compliment because it means Harry's attempt at looking like he's somehow during all of this must be working. At least on some level. Never let 'em see you sweat. Pretend it's all going according to plan.

Still, he starts a little bit at her question and turns his head quickly towards the girl. Then, despite himself, he snorts out a laugh and shakes his head a little bringing up a hand to the bridge of his nose. Five minutes in and he's already being called a warlock.

"The first conversation I'm having here...." He mutters, mostly to himself before raising his head and waving it off. "No, I'm a wizard. There's... there's a difference."