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"
Oh
,
this
is
Crabbe
and
this
is
Goyle
,
"
said
the
pale
boy
carelessly
,
noticing
where
Harry
was
looking
.
"
And
my
name
's
Malfoy
,
Draco
Malfoy
.
"
Ron
gave
a
slight
cough
,
which
might
have
been
hiding
a
snigger
.
Draco
Malfoy
looked
at
him
.
"
Think
my
name
's
funny
,
do
you
?
No
need
to
ask
who
you
are
.
My
father
told
me
all
the
Weasleys
have
red
hair
,
freckles
,
and
more
children
than
they
can
afford
.
"
He
turned
back
to
Harry
.
"
You
'll
soon
find
out
some
wizarding
families
are
much
better
than
others
,
Potter
.
You
do
n't
want
to
go
making
friends
with
the
wrong
sort
.
I
can
help
you
there
.
"
He
held
out
his
hand
to
shake
Harry
's
,
but
Harry
did
n't
take
it
.
"
I
think
I
can
tell
who
the
wrong
sort
are
for
myself
,
thanks
,
"
he
said
coolly
.
Draco
Malfoy
did
n't
go
red
,
but
a
pink
tinge
appeared
in
his
pale
cheeks
.
"
I
'd
be
careful
if
I
were
you
,
Potter
,
"
he
said
slowly
.
"
Unless
you
're
a
bit
politer
you
'll
go
the
same
way
as
your
parents
.
They
did
n't
know
what
was
good
for
them
,
either
.
You
hang
around
with
riffraff
like
the
Weasleys
and
that
Hagrid
,
and
it
'll
rub
off
on
you
.
"
Both
Harry
and
Ron
stood
up
.
"
Say
that
again
,
"
Ron
said
,
his
face
as
red
as
his
hair
.
