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"
Oh
yeah
,
you
were
staying
with
them
this
summer
,
were
n't
you
,
Potter
?
"
sneered
Malfoy
.
"
So
tell
me
,
is
his
mother
really
that
porky
,
or
is
it
just
the
picture
?
"
"
You
know
your
mother
,
Malfoy
?
"
said
Harry
-
both
he
and
Hermione
had
grabbed
the
back
of
Ron
's
robes
to
stop
him
from
launching
himself
at
Malfoy
-
"
that
expression
she
's
got
,
like
she
's
got
dung
under
her
nose
?
Has
she
always
looked
like
that
,
or
was
it
just
because
you
were
with
her
?
"
Malfoy
's
pale
face
went
slightly
pink
.
"
Do
n't
you
dare
insult
my
mother
,
Potter
.
"
"
Keep
your
fat
mouth
shut
,
then
,
"
said
Harry
,
turning
away
.
BANG
!
Several
people
screamed
-
Harry
felt
something
white-hot
graze
the
side
of
his
face
-
he
plunged
his
hand
into
his
robes
for
his
wand
,
but
before
he
'd
even
touched
it
,
he
heard
a
second
loud
BANG
,
and
a
roar
that
echoed
through
the
entrance
hall
.
"
OH
NO
YOU
DO
N'T
,
LADDIE
!
"
Harry
spun
around
.
Professor
Moody
was
limping
down
the
marble
staircase
.
His
wand
was
out
and
it
was
pointing
right
at
a
pure
white
ferret
,
which
was
shivering
on
the
stone-flagged
floor
,
exactly
where
Malfoy
had
been
standing
.
