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"
Yeah
,
that
's
right
,
"
said
Harry
offhandedly
.
Malfoy
's
thin
mouth
was
curving
in
a
mean
smile
.
"
Of
course
,
if
it
was
me
,
"
he
said
quietly
,
"
I
'd
have
done
something
before
now
.
I
would
n't
be
staying
in
school
like
a
good
boy
,
I
'd
be
out
there
looking
for
him
.
"
"
What
are
you
talking
about
,
Malfoy
?
"
said
Ron
roughly
.
"
Do
n't
you
know
,
Potter
?
"
breathed
Malfoy
,
his
pale
eyes
narrowed
.
"
Know
what
?
"
Malfoy
let
out
a
low
,
sneering
laugh
.
"
Maybe
you
'd
rather
not
risk
your
neck
,
"
he
said
.
"
Want
to
leave
it
to
the
Dementors
,
do
you
?
But
if
it
was
me
,
I
'd
want
revenge
.
I
'd
hunt
him
down
myself
.
"
"
What
are
you
talking
about
?
"
said
Harry
angrily
,
but
at
that
moment
Snape
called
,
"
You
should
have
finished
adding
your
ingredients
by
now
;
this
potion
needs
to
stew
before
it
can
be
drunk
,
so
clear
away
while
it
simmers
and
then
we
'll
test
Longbottom
's
...
"
Crabbe
and
Goyle
laughed
openly
,
watching
Neville
sweat
as
he
stirred
his
potion
feverishly
.
Hermione
was
muttering
instructions
to
him
out
of
the
corner
of
her
mouth
,
so
that
Snape
would
n't
see
.
Harry
and
Ron
packed
away
their
unused
ingredients
and
went
to
wash
their
hands
and
ladles
in
the
stone
basin
in
the
corner
.
