“I sent Malfoid to Harry’s room, they’ll likely be preoccupied for a couple hours. We need to find Dobby, the little shit was in the potions class making something, and I don’t trust this wine. I will have one of the brats from hufflepuff drink it.”
DRACO MALFOID YOUR FATHER IS SPRINTING DOWN THE HALLS AS WE SPEAK. HE’S ALMOST HERE INBETWEEN BEATING DOBBY. STOP RUNNING BACK TO WHERE HARRY POTTER IS. FILCH CATCH HER. I DON’T CARE IF SHE’S CRYING. ONE HUNDRED POINTS TO THE STUDENT WHO MAKES HER SIT.