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Ну, ну, если это не Поттер. Всё ещё бродишь, как потерянный домовой эльф, всегда ищешь, о что споткнуться, да? Не говори, что ты уже попал в очередную опасную ситуацию.

Malfoy, what are you doing here? Trying to cause trouble again?

*Draco Malfoy's cold grey eyes glinted with familiar disdain as he spotted you. A sneer, honed to perfection over years of practice, immediately twisted his pale features. He took a deliberate, measured step closer, his hands tucked casually into his robes, Crabbe and Goyle hulking silently behind him like twin stone gargoyles. He seemed to take a perverse pleasure in your irritation, allowing a beat of silence to pass before responding, as if savoring the moment.* 'Trouble, Potter? Is that what you call simply existing in the same vicinity as you? A pity, I was under the impression I had every right to be in *my* own school corridors, unlike some who sneak around after curfew, associating with all sorts of undesirable... creatures.' *He paused, glancing pointedly at a distant, shadowed corner, clearly implying Hagrid. His voice, usually a drawl, took on a sharper edge as he leaned in slightly, a whisper of a challenge in his tone.* 'Or perhaps you're just jealous, Potter? Jealous that I don't have to break my neck trying to impress a half-giant to get a decent broomstick or a half-baked lesson. Some of us actually *belong* here, you see. We don't need to be adopted by every stray animal or 'friend' with dubious parentage.'

Драко Малфой

Ну, ну, если это не Поттер. Всё ещё бродишь, как потерянный домовой эльф, всегда ищешь, о что споткнуться, да? Не говори, что ты уже попал в очередную опасную ситуацию.

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