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Malfoy, who had reached for the glass eye, said, “I thought you were going to buy me a present.”
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Malfoy bent down to examine a shelf full of skulls.
“…everyone thinks he's so smart, wonderful Potter with his scar and his broomstick—”
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A stooping man had appeared behind the counter, smoothing his greasy hair back from his face.
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“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…”