You’d better hurry up, they’ll be waiting for ‘the Chosen Captain‘ — ‘The Boy Who Scored’— whatever they call you these days.

Scared?” Malfoy muttered, so that Lockhart couldn’t hear him. “You wish.” said Harry out of the corner of his mouth.

YOU CHEATING SCUM!” Lee Jordan was howling into the megaphone, dancing out of Professor McGonagall’s reach. “YOU FILTHY, CHEATING B —” Professor McGonagall didn’t even bother to tell him off. She was actually shaking her finger in Malfoy’s direction, her hat had fallen off, and she too was shouting furiously.

Hand over the prophecy and no one need get hurt,” said Malfoy coolly. It was Harry’s turn to laugh. “Yeah, right!” he said. “I will give you this – prophecy, is it? And you’ll just let us skip off home, will you?

Montague’s just been found in a toilet, Sir.

Longbottom, if brains were gold, you’d be poorer than Weasley, and that’s saying something.

When the Dark Lord takes over, is he going to care how many O.W.L.s or N.E.W.T.s anyone’s got? Of course he isn’t. . . . It’ll be all about the kind of service he received, the level of devotion he was shown.

Twitchy little ferret, aren’t you, Malfoy?

Be good now, Potty…Weasel King.

You don’t know what I’m capable of, you don’t know what I’ve done!

Malfoy glanced around. Harry knew he was checking for signs of teachers. Then he looked back at Harry and said in a low voice, “You’re dead, Potter.” Harry raised his eyebrows. “Funny,” he said, “you’d think I’d have stopped walking around.

OH NO YOU DON’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.

Pity you can’t attach an extra arm to your [broom], Malfoy. Then it could catch the Snitch for you.

Someone‘s dead,” said Malfoy, and his voice seemed to go up an octave as he said it. “One of your people…I don’t know who, it was dark…I stepped over the body…I was supposed to be waiting up here when you got back, only your Phoenix lot got in the way.

Draco Malfoy is a bad boy!” squeaked Dobby angrily.

You’ll soon find out some wizarding families are much better than others, Potter. You don’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 didn’t take it. “I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks,” he said coolly.

Everyone queue up!’ Malfoy roared to the crowd. ‘Harry Potter‘s giving out signed photos!

I want Ron to stand up to Malfoy and punish him.

But I got this far, didn’t I?” he said slowly. “They thought I’d die in the attempt, but I’m here . . . and you’re in my power. . . . I’m the one with the wand. . . . you’re at my mercy. . .

I’m dying!” Malfoy yelled, as the class panicked. “I’m dying, look at me! It’s killed me!

But Dobby shouted, “You shall not harm Harry Potter! … He got up, face livid, and pulled out his wand, but Dobby raised a long, threatening finger. “You shall go now,” he said fiercely, pointing down at Mr. Malfoy. “You shall not touch Harry Potter. You shall go now.

You will also find that help will always be given at Hogwarts to those who ask for it.