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Harry looked quickly around and spotted a large black cabinet UGGS For Kids to his left; he shot inside it and pulled the doors closed, leaving a small crack to peer through. Seconds later, a bell clanged, and Malfoy stepped into the shop.
The man who followed could only be Draco's father. He had the same pale, pointed face and identical cold, gray eyes. Mr. Malfoy crossed the shop, looking lazily at the items on display, and rang a bell on the counter before turning to his son and saying, “Touch nothing, uggs on sale Draco.”
Malfoy, who had reached for the glass eye, said, “I thought you were going to buy me a present.”
“I said I would buy you a racing broom,” said his father, drumming his fingers on the counter.
“What's the good of that if I'm not on the House team?” said Malfoy, looking sulky and bad-tempered. “Harry Potter got a Nimbus Two Thousand last year. Special permission from Dumbledore so he could play for Gryffindor. He's not even that good, it's uggs for kids just because he's famous… famous for having a stupid scar on his forehead…”
Malfoy bent down to examine a shelf full of skulls.
“…everyone thinks he's so smart, wonderful Potter with his scar and his broomstick—”
“You have told me this at least a dozen times already,” said Mr. Malfoy, with a quelling look at his son. “And I would remind you that it is not - prudent - to appear less than fond of Harry Potter, not when most of UGG Boots Clearance our kind regard him as the hero who made the Dark Lord disappear - ah, Mr. Borgin.”
A stooping man had appeared behind the counter, smoothing his greasy hair back from his face.
“Mr. Malfoy, what a pleasure to see you again,” said Mr. Borgin in a voice as oily as his hair. “Delighted - and young Master Malfoy, too - charmed. How may I be of assistance? I must show you, just in today, and very reasonably priced—”
“I'm not ugg boots clearance buying today, Mr. Borgin, but selling,” said Mr. Malfoy.
“Selling?” The smile faded slightly from Mr. Borgin's face.
“You have heard, of course, that the Ministry is conducting more raids,” said Mr. Malfoy, taking a roll of parchment from his inside pocket and unraveling it for Mr. Borgin to read. “I have a few - ah - items at home that might embarrass me, if the Ministry were to call…”