Javert snorted in amusement at that. "Indeed. Of the patients I've met, only one is an American - and she doesn't even come from this America." He paused, then mused, "It's mind-boggling how many worlds the patients here hail from. I would have hardly believed they all existed if I'd heard of them a mere week ago."

Then again, a mere week ago - yes, it would have been a week by now, wouldn't it? - he'd been doing a spectacularly bad job of spying on a bunch of schoolboys (and he'd had to wonder what Gisquet was thinking, sending a man almost physically incapable of lying to do a job like that). He probably wouldn't have cared about other worlds if he had been told.

He supposed he should be thankful that Harry hadn't seemed to recognize his name. Apparently quite a lot of people in the future did.