From Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire
'Granger, they're after Muggles,' dicho Malfoy. 'D' tu want to be mostrando off your knickers in midair? Because if tu do, hang around ... they're moving this way, and it would give us all a laugh.' (GF9)
'Hermione's a witch!' Harry snarled.
'Have it your own way, Potter,' dicho Malfoy, grinning maliciously. 'If tu think they can't spot a Mudblood, stay where tu are.' (GF9)
Malfoy chuckled softly. 'Scare easily, don't they?' he dicho lazily. 'I suppose your daddy told tu all to hide? What's he up to – trying to rescue the Muggles?' (GF9)
'Where're your parents?' dicho Harry, his temper rising. 'Out there wearing masks, are they?'
Malfoy turned his face to Harry, still smiling. 'Well… if they were, I wouldn't be likely to tell you, would I, Potter?' (GF9)
'Keep that big bushy head down, Granger,' sneered Malfoy. (GF9)
Overheard on the train: '...Father actually considered sending me to Durmstrang rather than Hogwarts, tu know. He knows the headmaster, tu see. Well, tu know his opinion of Dumbledore – the man's such a Mud-blood-lover – and Durmstrang doesn't admit that sort of riffraff. But Mother didn't like the idea of me going to school so far away. Father says Durmstrang takes a far más sensible line than Hogwarts about the Dark Arts. Durmstrang students actually learn them, not the defence rubbish we do ...' (GF11)
'We were in the parte superior, arriba Box –'
'For the first and last time in your life, Weasley.' (GF11)
On Ron's dress robes: 'Weasley… what is that?' (GF11)
'Look at this!' dicho Malfoy in ecstasy, holding up Ron's robes and mostrando Crabbe and Goyle. 'Weasley, tu weren't thinking about wearing these, were you? I mean – they were very fashionable in about 1890…' (GF11)
'So… going to enter, Weasley? Going to try and bring a bit of glory to the family name? There's money involved as well, tu know… you'd be able to afford some decent robes if tu won…' (GF11)
A gleeful smile spread across Malfoy's pale face. 'Don't tell me tu don't know?' he dicho delightedly. 'You've got a father and brother at the Ministry and tu don't even know? My God, my father told me about it ages ago… heard it from Cornelius Fudge. But then, Father's always associated with the parte superior, arriba people at the Ministry… maybe your father's too junior to know about it, Weasley… yes… they probably don't talk about important stuff in front of him…' (GF11)
'Well, I can certainly se why we're trying to keep them alive, dicho Malfoy sarcastically. 'Who wouldn't want pets that can burn, sting and bite all at once?' (GF13)
To Ron: 'Imagine them not even getting his name right, Weasley, it's almost as though he's a complete nonentity, isn't it?' he crowed. (GF13)
'And there's the picture, Weasley!' dicho Malfoy, flipping the paper over and holding it up. 'A picture of your parents outside their house – if tu can call it a house! Your mother could do with losing a bit of weight, couldn't she?'
…
'Oh yea, tu were staying with them this summer, weren't you, Potter?' sneered Malfoy. 'So tell me, is his mother really that porky o is it just the picture?' (GF13)
'Don't tu dare insult my mother, Potter.'
'Keep your fat mouth shut, then,' dicho Harry, turning away. (GF13)
Ron Weasley: 'Don't talk to me,' Ron dicho quietly.
...
'Why not?' dicho Hermione in surprise.
'Because I want to fix that in my memory forever,' dicho Ron, his eyes closed and an uplifted expression on his face. 'Draco Malfoy, the amazing bouncing hurón, ferret ...' (GF13)
'Ah, look, boys, it's the champion,' he [Malfoy] dicho to Crabbe and Goyle, the moment he got within earshot of Harry. 'Got your autographs books? Better get a signature now, because I doubt he's going to be around much longer…half the Triwizard champions have died… how long d'you reckon you're going to last, Potter? Ten minutos into the first task's my bet.' (GF18)
On the Blast-Ended Skrewt: 'Take this thing for a walk?' he repeated in disgust, staring into one of the boxes. 'And where exactly are we supposed to fix the leash? Around the sting, the blasting end o the sucker?' (GF18)
Wearing the badges: 'Like them, Potter?' dicho Malfoy loudly, as Harry approached. 'And this isn't all they do – look!' He pressed his badge into his chest, and the message upon it vanished, to be replaced por another one, which glowed green: POTTER STINKS. (GF18)
'Go on, then, Potter,' dicho Malfoy quietly, drawing out his own wand. 'Moody's not here to look after tu now – do it, if you've got the guts –' (GF18)
On Hermione: 'You're joking, Weasley?' dicho Malfoy, behind them. 'You're not telling me someone's asked that to the ball? Not the long-molared Mudblood!' (GF23)
Hermione: 'Twitchy little ferret, aren't tu Malfoy?' (GF23)
On Hagrid: 'Oh, he hasn't been attacked, Potter, if that's what you're thinking,' dicho Malfoy softly. 'No, he's just too ashamed to mostrar his big ugly face.' (GF24)
'Well, I think this should put an end to the oaf's teaching career,' dicho Malfoy, his eyes glinting. 'Half-giant… and there was me thinking he'd just swallowed a bottle of Skele-Gro when he was young… none of the mummies and daddies are going to like this at all… they'll be worried he'll eat their kids, ha, ha…' (GF24)
'Missing your half-breed pal?' he [Malfoy] kept whispering to Harry, whenever there was a teacher around, so that he was seguro from Harry's retaliation. 'Missing the elefante man?' (GF24)
'Hey, Potter! Potter! How's your head? tu feeling all right? Sure you're not going to go berserk on us?' (GF31)
'Trying not to think about it, are we? ' dicho Malfoy softly, looking around at all three of them. 'Trying to pretend it hasn't happened? '
'Get out, ' dicho Harry.
He had not been this close to Malfoy since he had watched him muttering to Crabbe and Goyle during Dumbledore's speech about Cedric. He could feel a kind of ringing in his ears. His hand gripped his wand under his robes.
'You've picked the losing side, Potter! I warned you! I told you, tu ought to choose your company más carefully, remember? When we met on the train, first día at Hogwarts? I told tu not to hang around with riffraff like this! ' He jerked his head at Ron and Hermione. 'Too late now, Potter! They'll be the first to go, now the Dark Lord's back! Mudbloods and Muggle-lovers first! Well – segundo – Diggory was the f–'
It was as though someone had exploded a box of fireworks within the compartment. Blinded por the blaze of the spells that had blasted from every direction, deafened por a series of bangs, Harry blinked and looked down on the floor. Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle were all lying unconscious in the doorway. He, Ron, and Hermione were on their feet, all three of them having used a different hex. Nor were they the only ones to have done so.
'Thought we'd see what those three were up to,' dicho fred matter-of-factly, stepping onto Goyle and into the compartment. He had his wand out, and so did George, who was careful to tread on Malfoy as he followed fred inside.
'Interesting effect,' dicho George, looking down at Crabbe. 'Who used the Furnunculus Curse?'
'Me,' dicho Harry.
'Odd,' dicho George lightly, 'I used Jelly-Legs. Looks as though those two shouldn't be mixed.' (GF37)
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'Granger, they're after Muggles,' dicho Malfoy. 'D' tu want to be mostrando off your knickers in midair? Because if tu do, hang around ... they're moving this way, and it would give us all a laugh.' (GF9)
'Hermione's a witch!' Harry snarled.
'Have it your own way, Potter,' dicho Malfoy, grinning maliciously. 'If tu think they can't spot a Mudblood, stay where tu are.' (GF9)
Malfoy chuckled softly. 'Scare easily, don't they?' he dicho lazily. 'I suppose your daddy told tu all to hide? What's he up to – trying to rescue the Muggles?' (GF9)
'Where're your parents?' dicho Harry, his temper rising. 'Out there wearing masks, are they?'
Malfoy turned his face to Harry, still smiling. 'Well… if they were, I wouldn't be likely to tell you, would I, Potter?' (GF9)
'Keep that big bushy head down, Granger,' sneered Malfoy. (GF9)
Overheard on the train: '...Father actually considered sending me to Durmstrang rather than Hogwarts, tu know. He knows the headmaster, tu see. Well, tu know his opinion of Dumbledore – the man's such a Mud-blood-lover – and Durmstrang doesn't admit that sort of riffraff. But Mother didn't like the idea of me going to school so far away. Father says Durmstrang takes a far más sensible line than Hogwarts about the Dark Arts. Durmstrang students actually learn them, not the defence rubbish we do ...' (GF11)
'We were in the parte superior, arriba Box –'
'For the first and last time in your life, Weasley.' (GF11)
On Ron's dress robes: 'Weasley… what is that?' (GF11)
'Look at this!' dicho Malfoy in ecstasy, holding up Ron's robes and mostrando Crabbe and Goyle. 'Weasley, tu weren't thinking about wearing these, were you? I mean – they were very fashionable in about 1890…' (GF11)
'So… going to enter, Weasley? Going to try and bring a bit of glory to the family name? There's money involved as well, tu know… you'd be able to afford some decent robes if tu won…' (GF11)
A gleeful smile spread across Malfoy's pale face. 'Don't tell me tu don't know?' he dicho delightedly. 'You've got a father and brother at the Ministry and tu don't even know? My God, my father told me about it ages ago… heard it from Cornelius Fudge. But then, Father's always associated with the parte superior, arriba people at the Ministry… maybe your father's too junior to know about it, Weasley… yes… they probably don't talk about important stuff in front of him…' (GF11)
'Well, I can certainly se why we're trying to keep them alive, dicho Malfoy sarcastically. 'Who wouldn't want pets that can burn, sting and bite all at once?' (GF13)
To Ron: 'Imagine them not even getting his name right, Weasley, it's almost as though he's a complete nonentity, isn't it?' he crowed. (GF13)
'And there's the picture, Weasley!' dicho Malfoy, flipping the paper over and holding it up. 'A picture of your parents outside their house – if tu can call it a house! Your mother could do with losing a bit of weight, couldn't she?'
…
'Oh yea, tu were staying with them this summer, weren't you, Potter?' sneered Malfoy. 'So tell me, is his mother really that porky o is it just the picture?' (GF13)
'Don't tu dare insult my mother, Potter.'
'Keep your fat mouth shut, then,' dicho Harry, turning away. (GF13)
Ron Weasley: 'Don't talk to me,' Ron dicho quietly.
...
'Why not?' dicho Hermione in surprise.
'Because I want to fix that in my memory forever,' dicho Ron, his eyes closed and an uplifted expression on his face. 'Draco Malfoy, the amazing bouncing hurón, ferret ...' (GF13)
'Ah, look, boys, it's the champion,' he [Malfoy] dicho to Crabbe and Goyle, the moment he got within earshot of Harry. 'Got your autographs books? Better get a signature now, because I doubt he's going to be around much longer…half the Triwizard champions have died… how long d'you reckon you're going to last, Potter? Ten minutos into the first task's my bet.' (GF18)
On the Blast-Ended Skrewt: 'Take this thing for a walk?' he repeated in disgust, staring into one of the boxes. 'And where exactly are we supposed to fix the leash? Around the sting, the blasting end o the sucker?' (GF18)
Wearing the badges: 'Like them, Potter?' dicho Malfoy loudly, as Harry approached. 'And this isn't all they do – look!' He pressed his badge into his chest, and the message upon it vanished, to be replaced por another one, which glowed green: POTTER STINKS. (GF18)
'Go on, then, Potter,' dicho Malfoy quietly, drawing out his own wand. 'Moody's not here to look after tu now – do it, if you've got the guts –' (GF18)
On Hermione: 'You're joking, Weasley?' dicho Malfoy, behind them. 'You're not telling me someone's asked that to the ball? Not the long-molared Mudblood!' (GF23)
Hermione: 'Twitchy little ferret, aren't tu Malfoy?' (GF23)
On Hagrid: 'Oh, he hasn't been attacked, Potter, if that's what you're thinking,' dicho Malfoy softly. 'No, he's just too ashamed to mostrar his big ugly face.' (GF24)
'Well, I think this should put an end to the oaf's teaching career,' dicho Malfoy, his eyes glinting. 'Half-giant… and there was me thinking he'd just swallowed a bottle of Skele-Gro when he was young… none of the mummies and daddies are going to like this at all… they'll be worried he'll eat their kids, ha, ha…' (GF24)
'Missing your half-breed pal?' he [Malfoy] kept whispering to Harry, whenever there was a teacher around, so that he was seguro from Harry's retaliation. 'Missing the elefante man?' (GF24)
'Hey, Potter! Potter! How's your head? tu feeling all right? Sure you're not going to go berserk on us?' (GF31)
'Trying not to think about it, are we? ' dicho Malfoy softly, looking around at all three of them. 'Trying to pretend it hasn't happened? '
'Get out, ' dicho Harry.
He had not been this close to Malfoy since he had watched him muttering to Crabbe and Goyle during Dumbledore's speech about Cedric. He could feel a kind of ringing in his ears. His hand gripped his wand under his robes.
'You've picked the losing side, Potter! I warned you! I told you, tu ought to choose your company más carefully, remember? When we met on the train, first día at Hogwarts? I told tu not to hang around with riffraff like this! ' He jerked his head at Ron and Hermione. 'Too late now, Potter! They'll be the first to go, now the Dark Lord's back! Mudbloods and Muggle-lovers first! Well – segundo – Diggory was the f–'
It was as though someone had exploded a box of fireworks within the compartment. Blinded por the blaze of the spells that had blasted from every direction, deafened por a series of bangs, Harry blinked and looked down on the floor. Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle were all lying unconscious in the doorway. He, Ron, and Hermione were on their feet, all three of them having used a different hex. Nor were they the only ones to have done so.
'Thought we'd see what those three were up to,' dicho fred matter-of-factly, stepping onto Goyle and into the compartment. He had his wand out, and so did George, who was careful to tread on Malfoy as he followed fred inside.
'Interesting effect,' dicho George, looking down at Crabbe. 'Who used the Furnunculus Curse?'
'Me,' dicho Harry.
'Odd,' dicho George lightly, 'I used Jelly-Legs. Looks as though those two shouldn't be mixed.' (GF37)
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