"No, trust me, if I wanted to kill you, I wouldn't follow you around," he said, but then shrugged. "No, you can be prepared, but I'm warning you that there will be consequences, because I'm nice, but not nice enough to let someone hex me."
Harry rolled his eyes. "I have no idea who tattoos anything on their faces. I didn't even know wizards got tattoo, and can you please stop cursing. It's a school." Sure, there were no students, but it felt wrong.
"None of the cursing will change the fact that once again, you traveled to the future and there are a grand total of eighteen wizards and witches unless you count the Muggleborn who don't know they have magic because everyone's dead. In fact, my own father is back and he's younger than me. Go figure."