"Bull-fucking-shit." Maybe that would be a little clearer and Al would understanding. "This has nothing to do with Riddle. This is about you putting yourself in danger for some stupid game, because that's what you mean by campaigning whatever. You can pretend all you all, but it's just a fucking game, and it's not more important than staying alive. Nothing is more important than staying alive."
James stood up, and put his hands on Al's shoulder. "You're in danger, do you understand that? He's got the perfect way to get to you, and if he does, not only will you put yourself in danger, but you can hurt everyone you love. Is that any clearer? He can capture you, polyjuice into you, hurt anyone you know, he could get information from your head, and only then, he'd kill you."