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"
Harry
Potter
,
you
know
,
"
he
told
the
Bulgarian
minister
loudly
,
who
was
wearing
splendid
robes
of
black
velvet
trimmed
with
gold
and
did
n't
seem
to
understand
a
word
of
English
.
"
Harry
Potter
...
oh
come
on
now
,
you
know
who
he
is
...
the
boy
who
survived
You-Know-Who
...
you
do
know
who
he
is
-
"
The
Bulgarian
wizard
suddenly
spotted
Harry
's
scar
and
started
gabbling
loudly
and
excitedly
,
pointing
at
it
.
"
Knew
we
'd
get
there
in
the
end
,
"
said
Fudge
wearily
to
Harry
.
"
I
'm
no
great
shakes
at
languages
;
I
need
Barty
Crouch
for
this
sort
of
thing
.
Ah
,
I
see
his
house-elf
's
saving
him
a
seat
...
.
Good
job
too
,
these
Bulgarian
blighters
have
been
trying
to
cadge
all
the
best
places
...
ah
,
and
here
's
Lucius
!
"
Harry
,
Ron
,
and
Hermione
turned
quickly
.
Edging
along
the
second
row
to
three
still-empty
seats
right
behind
Mr.
Weasley
were
none
other
than
Dobby
the
house-elf
's
former
owners
:
Lucius
Malfoy
;
his
son
,
Draco
;
and
a
woman
Harry
supposed
must
be
Draco
's
mother
.
Harry
and
Draco
Malfoy
had
been
enemies
ever
since
their
very
first
journey
to
Hogwarts
.
A
pale
boy
with
a
pointed
face
and
white-blond
hair
,
Draco
greatly
resembled
his
father
.
His
mother
was
blonde
too
;
tall
and
slim
,
she
would
have
been
nice-looking
if
she
had
n't
been
wearing
a
look
that
suggested
there
was
a
nasty
smell
under
her
nose
.
"
Ah
,
Fudge
,
"
said
Mr.
Malfoy
,
holding
out
his
hand
as
he
reached
the
Minister
of
Magic
.
"
How
are
you
?
I
do
n't
think
you
've
met
my
wife
,
Narcissa
?
Or
our
son
,
Draco
?
"
"
How
do
you
do
,
how
do
you
do
?
"
said
Fudge
,
smiling
and
bowing
to
Mrs.
Malfoy
.
"
And
allow
me
to
introduce
you
to
Mr.
Oblansk
-
Obalonsk
-
Mr.
-
well
,
he
's
the
Bulgarian
Minister
of
Magic
,
and
he
ca
n't
understand
a
word
I
'm
saying
anyway
,
so
never
mind
.
And
let
's
see
who
else
-
you
know
Arthur
Weasley
,
I
daresay
?
"
It
was
a
tense
moment
.
Mr.
Weasley
and
Mr.
Malfoy
looked
at
each
other
and
Harry
vividly
recalled
the
last
time
they
had
come
face-to-face
:
It
had
been
in
Flourish
and
Blotts
'
bookshop
,
and
they
had
had
a
fight
.
Mr.
Malfoy
's
cold
gray
eyes
swept
over
Mr.
Weasley
,
and
then
up
and
down
the
row
.
"
Good
lord
,
Arthur
,
"
he
said
softly
.
"
What
did
you
have
to
sell
to
get
seats
in
the
Top
Box
?
Surely
your
house
would
n't
have
fetched
this
much
?
"
