Unless you look to the Middle East, or most of the African continent, or the third-world countries of South America, where there are racial, religious, political scuffles, [he retorts impassively.] Don't let's be ninnies. Muggles are no more reasonable than wizards.

[Javert slowly folds his arms across his chest, chin sinking with a pensive grimace into his coat collar. His eyes glimmer indiscernibly from beneath the brim of his hat.]

You owe the Headmaster an audience for this, [he bites curtly. Gone is all hint of amusement in his frigid tone.] You are hinting at something serious, I can read between the lines. It is indecent, to imply these things, your word against our tenured von Karma's. A formal request, pressing charges, even, but only with proof! Bringing it before Headmaster Madeldore properly; that is honest. Take your intentions to him, if this is what you mean.