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"
Weasley
...
what
is
that
?
"
said
Malfoy
,
pointing
at
Pigwidgeon
's
cage
.
A
sleeve
of
Ron
's
dress
robes
was
dangling
from
it
,
swaying
with
the
motion
of
the
train
,
the
moldy
lace
cuff
very
obvious
.
Ron
made
to
stuff
the
robes
out
of
sight
,
but
Malfoy
was
too
quick
for
him
;
he
seized
the
sleeve
and
pulled
.
"
Look
at
this
!
"
said
Malfoy
in
ecstasy
,
holding
up
Ron
's
robes
and
showing
Crabbe
and
Goyle
,
"
Weasley
,
you
were
n't
thinking
of
wearing
these
,
were
you
?
I
mean
-
they
were
very
fashionable
in
about
eighteen
ninety
...
"
"
Eat
dung
,
Malfoy
!
"
said
Ron
,
the
same
color
as
the
dress
robes
as
he
snatched
them
back
out
of
Malfoy
's
grip
.
Malfoy
howled
with
derisive
laughter
;
Crabbe
and
Goyle
guffawed
stupidly
.
"
So
...
going
to
enter
,
Weasley
?
Going
to
try
and
bring
a
bit
of
glory
to
the
family
name
?
There
's
money
involved
as
well
,
you
know
...
you
'd
be
able
to
afford
some
decent
robes
if
you
won
...
.
"
"
What
are
you
talking
about
?
"
snapped
Ron
.
"
Are
you
going
to
enter
?
"
Malfoy
repeated
.
"
I
suppose
you
will
,
Potter
?
You
never
miss
a
chance
to
show
off
,
do
you
?
"
"
Either
explain
what
you
're
on
about
or
go
away
,
Malfoy
,
"
said
Hermione
testily
,
over
the
top
of
The
Standard
Book
of
Spells
,
Grade
4
.
A
gleeful
smile
spread
across
Malfoy
's
pale
face
