Between the Quidditch Pitch and the Front Gate is a small pond. Not more than thirty feet across in any direction, this small body of water is home to eight ducks. This is a peaceful abode, shaded by leafy trees and graced with five rickety, wooden benches. Much like next to Broc and Bonny’s pen, Mr. Firth has provided a container that holds small pieces of bread that the ducks love.

However, just like in the Butterfly Garden, you notice a small sign in the same scrawl that is clearly Mr. Firth's handwriting. This one reads: "Due to budget constraints, we can no longer stock bread for the ducks." A careful observer would also notice that there seem to be fewer ducks than there were last year.