I demand to speak to whoever is in charge of this madhouse; you don't simply yank people from their daily lives and drop them into an ocean and then say "well, we can't stop it, really". I'm DRACO MALFOY; does that mean nothing to you? This is what happens when Muggles interfere with magic they don't understand. Gross inefficiency and PASSING THE BUCK. Who's going to send me back? More importantly, who's going to pay for my robes?