mier this time.
three boys entered, and harry reized the middle o once:
it ale boy from madam malkins robe shop. he was looking at
harry with a lot more ihan hed shown ba diagon alley.
”is it true?” he said. ”theyre saying all dowhat
harry potters in this ent. so its you, is it?”
”yes,” said harry. he was lookiher boys. both of
them were thid looked extremely mean. staher
side of the pale boy, they looked like bodyguards.
”oh, this is d this is goyle,” said the pale boy
carelessly, notig where harry was looking. ”and my names malfoy,
draalfoy.”
ro cough, which might have been hiding a
s. draalfoy looked at him.
”think my names funny, do you? o ask who you are. my
father told me all the weasleys have red hair, fred more
than they afford.”
he turo harry. ”youll soon find out s
families are much better thaer. you dont want to go
makih the wrong sort. i help you there.”
he held out his hand to shake harrys, but harry didnt take it.
”i think i tell wh sort are for myself, thanks,”
he said coolly.
draalfoy didnt go red, but a pink tinge appeared in his
pale cheeks.
”id be careful if i were you, potter,” he said slowly. ”unless
youre a bit politer youll go the same arents. they
didnt knoas good for them, either. you hang around with
riffraff like the weasleys and that hagrid, and itll rub off
on you.”
both harry and ron stood up.
”say that again,” ron said, his face as red as his hair.
”oh, y to fight us, are you?” malfoy sneered.
”unless you get out now,” said harry, more bravely tha,
because d goyle were a lot bigger than him or ron.
”but we do like leaving, do we, boys? weve eaten all
our food and you still seem to have some.”