Chapter 9: End of the summer in the Borrow

Author's note- I took some parts from the book, it is a longer than usual chapter because in more two weeks I will go to the IDF. So today and next week I post chapters, later I don't know how it will go so because of it this chapter and the next one is quite long chapters.

The last Saturday as a Potter family had become. First of all Lily, Mia and Harry checked if they pack everything in their trails. After they check Lily used her wand and with a little spell that Harry already knew and he helped Lily too. The spell is 'Wingardium Leviosa' and in a minute all their stuff was downstairs near the fire place. Then Harry and Mia went to the lake and swam there and later James made grilled hamburgers and bacon and all the family spent time together.

On early morning in Sunday the young Potters say goodbye to Mr. and Mrs. Potter and flew to the Weasley family, to the Borrow.
Molly Weasley greet them with her kids and with a help from the twins and Ron, Harry's and Mia's stuff were in Ron's room and Ginny's room.
Molly ordered to her boys go to the garden to clean it, there are too many gnomes there and they destroy the flowers.
Harry, who was still sleepy, but then when he heard what Mrs. Weasley said he just wanted to help and said "I'll help Ron. I've never seen a de-gnome -"
"That's very sweet of you, dear, but it's dull work," said Mrs. Weasley. "Now, let's see what Lockhart's got to say on the subject -" And she pulled a heavy book from the stack on the mantelpiece. George groaned.
"Mum, we know how to de-gnome a garden-"

Harry looked at the cover of Mrs. Weasley's book. Written across it in fancy gold letters were the words Gilderoy Lockhart's Guide to Household Pests. There was a big photograph on the front of a very good- IOI)king wizard with wavy blond hair and bright blue eyes. As always in the wizarding world, the photograph was moving; the wizard, was Gilderoy Lockhart, Harry hate him, when Lily saw the book she said to Mrs. Weasley "Molly dear, you really believe to what is written here? If he wouldn't be the teacher in Hogwarts this year, I wouldn't buy the books of him. He is ridiculous"
"Well this book is one of his bests. It helps me a lot" on this words Lily just rolled her eyes and went to her kids to kiss them and hugged them.

"Mum fancies him," said Fred, in a very audible whisper.
"Don't be so ridiculous, Fred," said Mrs. Weasley, her cheeks rather pink. "All right, if you think you know better than Lockhart, you can go and get on with it, and woe betide you if there's a single gnome in that garden when I come out to inspect it."

Everybody laughed and then Mia came closer to her mom and said
"Bye, mom take care yourself and dad, see you soon. Write us a letter and we will return it with Hedwig from Hogwarts" Mia said it while she was hugging both her parents.
"Of course, we will write to you, and you will write to us. Don't worry about it kiddo" James lifted her up and cuddled her.
"Harry, as an adult brother, I want that you take care of her" Lilly kissed her adult boy and hugged him.
"Yes, Harry your mom is right. Put an eye on this smart girl" James stroked Harry's hair and with this words they left to their mission from the order.
After that Mia and Ginny went upstairs while the boys started to go to the garden.

Ginny's bedroom:

"Mia, this is your bed for the rest of the summer. My mother will help us to put the bed where you want because after all you are my guest." Ginny showed Mia, where she would sleep and went to change her night goon.
"Amm… Ginny, I wander if your mom will allow us to play with your brother Quiddich, or kind of it. I ask you that because I heard how Ron and Harry talked about that when you were at us. I saw that you like it so maybe you will join?"
"Really I don't know. My mom knows that I had flew sometimes on the broom but still she thinks that the best place where it will be safety to fly is Hogwarts, so if you want you can. I will watch. Let's go down to help my mom lay the table to everyone" and on this words the girls went down to the kitchen to help Molly to lay the table.

Meanwhile in the way to the garden and at the garden:

The yawning and grumbling Weasley boys slouched outside with Harry behind them. (It is so early for them, but they welcomed guests so they must wake up early then regular) The garden was large, as a regular garden.
Harry thought to himself that his grandfather wouldn't have liked it - there were plenty of weeds, and the grass needed cutting but there were gnarled trees all around the walls, and a big green pond full of frogs.

"Muggles have garden gnomes, too, you know, I saw some of them in the town" Harry told Ron as they crossed the lawn.
"Yeah, I've seen those things they think are gnomes," said Ron, bent double with his head in a peony bush, "like fat little Santa Clauses with fishing rods . . . ."
There was a violent scuffling noise, the peony bush shuddered, and Ron straightened up. "This is a gnome," he said grimly.

"Gerroff me! Gerroff me!" squealed the gnome.
It was certainly nothing like Santa Claus. It was small and leathery looking, with a large, knobby, bald head exactly like a potato. Ron held it at arm's length as it kicked out at him with its horny little feet; he grasped it around the ankles and turned it upside down.

"This is what you have to do," he said. He raised the gnome above his head ("Gerroff me!") and started to swing it in great circles like a lasso. Seeing the shocked look on Harry's face, Ron added, "It doesn't hurt them - you've just got to make them really dizzy so they can't find their way back to the gnomeholes."

He let go of the gnome's ankles: It flew twenty feet into the air and landed with a thud in the field over the hedge.
"Pitiful," said Fred. "I bet I can get mine beyond that stump."
Harry learned quickly not to feel too sorry for the gnomes. He decided just to drop the first one he caught over the hedge, but the gnome, sensing weakness, sank its razor-sharp teeth into Harry's finger and he had a hard job shaking it off – until…..
"Wow, Harry - that must've been fifty feet ...
The air was soon thick with flying gnomes.

"See, they're not too bright," said George, seizing five or six gnomes at once. "The moment they know the de-gnoming's going on they storm up to have a look. You'd think they'd have learned by now just to stay put."
Soon, the crowd of gnomes in the field started walking away in a straggling line, their little shoulders hunched.
"They'll be back," said Ron as they watched the gnomes disappear into the hedge on the other side of the field. "They love it here ... Dad's too soft with them; he thinks they're funny . . . ."
Just then, the front door slammed.
"He's back!" said George. "Dad's home!"
They hurried through the garden and back into the house.

Mr. Weasley was sitting on his kitchen chair and talking with his wife, Ginny and Mia. When he saw his boys he greet them and greet Harry as well. And the he started to talk about his work…
"What a night," he mumbled, groping for the teapot as they all sat down around him. "Nine raids. Nine! And old Mundungus Fletcher tried to put a hex on me when I had my back turned ...
Mr. Weasley took a long gulp of tea and sighed.
"Find anything, Dad?" said Fred eagerly.

"All I got were a few shrinking door keys and a biting kettle," yawned Mr. Weasley. "There was some pretty nasty stuff that wasn't my department, though. Mortlake was taken away for questioning about some extremely odd ferrets, but that's the Committee on Experimental Charms, thank goodness ...
"Why would anyone bother making door keys shrink?" said George.

"Just Muggle-baiting," sighed Mr. Weasley. "Sell them a key that keeps shrinking to nothing so they can never find it when they need it ... Of course, it's very hard to convict anyone because no Muggle would admit their key keeps shrinking - they'll insist they just keep losing it. Bless them, they'll go to any lengths to ignore magic, even if it's staring them in the face ... But the things our lot have taken to enchanting, you wouldn't believe -"
"By the way Harry, your parents left for their mission already? I thought that they would wait for me to change with them a word" Mr. Weasley looked at Harry puzzled.
"Oh, yes Mr. Weasley. They left like 20 minutes before" Harry answered him while put his plate in the sink.
"Ok never mind I will send them a patronus and we will catch up" Mr. Weasley said and on this words Harry and Ron went upstairs.

"Amm… Mr. Weasley, may I ask you a little question?" Mia asked him
"Sure, what is on your mind little missy?" he asked with a smiley voice
"Well, I know that before lunch the boys will play kind of Quiddich so I want to join them and I don't have a broom here so I wonder if I could take one of yours and then put it on it place back?" Mia looked at him with her beautiful brown eyes.
"Of course you can take, if you know how to fly."
"Don't worry about that Mr. Weasley" and on this words the girls went up stairs too.

Harry and Ron climbed two more flights until they reached a door with peeling paint and a small plaque on it, saying RONALD'S ROOM.
Harry stepped in, his head almost touching the sloping ceiling, and blinked. It was like walking into a furnace: Nearly everything in Ron's room seemed to be a violent shade of orange: the bedspread, the walls, even the ceiling. Then Harry realized that it was a Quiddich team.

"Why you didn't say that you like The Chudley Cannons, I have some posters of them at home, after the first holiday I will give them" Harry and Ron high fived and started to laugh.
Ron's school spellbooks were stacked untidily in a corner, next to a pile of comics that all seemed to feature The Adventures of Martin Miggs, the Mad Muggle. Ron's magic wand was lying on top of a fish tank full of frog spawn on the windowsill, next to his fat gray rat, Scabbers, who was snoozing in a patch of sun.

Harry stepped over a pack of Self-Shuffling playing cards on the floor and looked out of the tiny window. In the field far below he could see a gang of gnomes sneaking one by one back through the Weasleys' hedge. Then he turned to look at Ron, and said "Hey, the gnomes are sneaking back, all this work was for nothing!"
"Hahaha, well they do it all the time."

Later as Mia thought and told before Harry, Ron, Fred, and George were planning to go up the hill to a small paddock the Weasleys owned. It was surrounded by trees that blocked it from view of the village below, meaning that they could practice Quidditch there, as long as they didn't fly too high.
They couldn't use real Quidditch balls, which would have been hard to explain if they had escaped and flown away over the village; instead they threw apples for one another to catch. They took turns riding Harry's Nimbus Two Thousand, which was easily the best broom; Ron's old Shooting Star was often outstripped by passing butterflies.

Five minutes later they were marching up the hill, broomsticks over their shoulders. They had asked Percy if he wanted to join them, but he had said he was busy, so instead of him Mia joined.
"Dunno how Mum and Dad are going to afford all our school stuff this year," said George after a while. "Five sets of Lockhart books! And Ginny needs robes and a wand and everything…."

"Me too" Mia said and then Harry stepped in "I heard from my parents that they gave your parents some money for that that we stay at you, and so I don't mind if I give you some of my money. It isn't such a problem at all. Oh and Btw Ron, I think that the best for you is to tell your parents about your wand and if not we will go and buy for you another wand from my money" Harry said that to Ron whose went pink.

"What happened to your wand Ron?" Fred asked in an interesting voice
"Well it little crushed for two pieces but I put a special glue but it not helped so I need to buy a new one but mom and dad don't have enough money because this stupid books from this stupid Lockhart" Ron said sadly.
"And this why I step in and instead of give you a present for you for your birthday give you money or a new wand as a present" Harry put hand on his best friend shoulder.

After the game they went back home, have showers and get ready for the dinner where Ron and Harry explained to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley what happened to Ron's wand and about what Harry wants to do and they agreed with it. Everyone decided that on the day when they will go to Diagon Allie Ron will come with Mr. or Ms. Weasley and the girls to Olivander, to have a new wand.

Couple of days later…..

He and Ron went down to breakfast to find Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Mia and Ginny already sitting at the kitchen table. The moment she saw Harry, Ginny accidentally knocked her porridge bowl to the floor with a loud clatter. Ginny seemed very prone to knocking things over whenever Harry entered a room. She dived under the table to retrieve the bowl and emerged with her face glowing like the setting sun. Pretending he hadn't noticed this, Harry sat down and took the toast Mrs. Weasley offered him.

"Letters from school," said Mr. Weasley, passing Harry and Ron identical envelopes of yellowish parchment, addressed in green ink. "Dumbledore already knows you're here, Harry - doesn't miss a trick, that man, after all your parents already tell him that you and Mia are staying here. Oh and you two've got them, too," he added, as Fred and George ambled in, still in their pajamas.

For a few minutes there was silence as they all read their letters. Harry's told him to catch the Hogwarts Express as usual from King's Cross station on September first. There was also a list of the new books he'd need for the coming year.

SECOND-YEAR STUDENTS WILL REQUIRE:

* The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 2 by Miranda Goshawk
*Break with a Banshee by Gilderoy Lockhart
*Gadding with Ghouls by Gilderoy Lockhart
*Holidays with Hags by Gilderoy Lockhart 4 ",3
*Travels with Trolls by Gilderoy Lockhart Voyages with Vampires by Gilderoy *Lockhart Wanderings with Werewolves by Gilderoy Lockhart Year with the Yeti by Gilderoy Lockhart

Fred, who had finished his own list, peered over at Harry's.
"You've been told to get all Lockhart's books, too!" he said. "The new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher must be a fan - bet it's a witch."
"Naa-ah, Fred if you didn't heard what my mom said to your mom before you all go to the garden about this Lockhart I can remind you: He will teach us." Mia said that and then glared to her brother who started to laugh but stopped when he saw Mrs. Weasley's eyes. At this point, Fred caught his mother's eye as well and quickly busied himself with the marmalade.

"That lot won't come cheap," said George, with a quick look at his parents. "Lockhart's books are really expensive ...
"Well, we'll manage," said Mrs. Weasley, but she looked worried. "I expect we'll be able to pick up a lot of Ginny's things secondhand."
"But, Mrs. Weasley my mom didn't talk to you about that when we will be in the Diagon Allie we will buy the stuff not in the secondhand shop. It is a present for me and Ginny for that we start to learn in Hogwarts. So this isn't a problem at all" Mrs. Weasley only nodded to Mia's words and said "What we gonna do with you, and how we could be here without you?" and then everybody laugh and continue to eat their breakfast.

After some minutes Percy walked in. He was already dressed, his Hogwarts prefect badge pinned to his sweater vest.
"Morning, all," said Percy briskly. "Lovely day."
He sat down in the only remaining chair but leapt up again almost immediately, pulling from underneath him a moulting, gray feather duster - at least, that was what Harry thought it was, until he saw that it was breathing.

"Errol!" said Ron, taking the limp owl from Percy and extracting a letter from under its wing. "Finally - he's got Hermione's answer. I wrote to her saying that you coming to me" He carried Errol to a perch just inside the back door and tried to stand him on it, but Errol flopped straight off again so Ron lay him on the draining board instead, muttering, "Pathetic." Then he ripped open Hermione's letter and read it out loud:

"`Dear Ron, and Harry if you're there,
"`I hope everything went all right and that Harry is okay and that you didn't do anything illegal to get him out, Ron, because that would get Harry into trouble, too. I've been really worried and if Harry is all right, will you please let me know at once, but perhaps it would be bet ter if you used a different owl because I think another delivery might finish your one off.
"'I'm very busy with schoolwork, of course'- How can she be?" said Ron in horror. "We're on vacation! - 'and we're going to London next Wednesday to buy my new books. Why don't we meet in Diago n Alley?
"`Let me know what's happening as soon as you can. Love from Hermione. "'

"Well, that fits in nicely, we can go and get all your things then, too," said Mrs. Weasley, starting to clear the table. "What're you all up to today?"
"I will take Mia for a walk and show her the town and the aria little bit" said Ginny.
"Oh dear, before you go please help me with the dishes" Mr. Weasley said and the girls nodded.
"I want to check my homework again and then I am free, Ron let's do it together and if you will need any help I can help you and you too me." Said Harry and Ron agreed.
"We just to relax and then go to play" Fred and George said in harmony. On that everyone laughed and left the kitchen.

Mrs. Weasley woke them all early the following Wednesday. After a quick half a dozen bacon sandwiches each, they pulled on their coats and Mrs. Weasley took a flowerpot off the kitchen mantelpiece and peered inside.
"We're running low, Arthur," she sighed. "We'll have to buy some more today... Ah well, guests first! After you, Harry and Mia!" And she offered Harry the flowerpot. Harry took a pinch of glittering powder out of the flowerpot, stepped up to the fire, and threw the powder into the flames that became emerald, shouted, "Diagon Alley!" and vanished. Mia did the same as well and after her all the Weasley family member did the same.

"Harry! Ron! Over here!"
Harry looked up and saw Hermione Granger standing at the top of the white flight of steps to Gringotts. She ran down to meet them, her bushy brown hair flying behind her and they entered.
"Meet you back here," Ron said to Hermione as the Weasleys and Harry were led off to their underground vaults by another Gringotts goblin.

The vaults were reached by means of small, goblin-driven carts that sped along miniature train tracks through the bank's underground tunnels. Harry enjoyed the breakneck journey down to the Weasleys' vault, when it was opened. There was a very small pile of silver Sickles inside, and just one gold Galleon. Mrs. Weasley felt right into the corners before sweeping the whole lot into her bag. Harry felt even worse when they reached his vault. He tried to block the contents from view as he hastily shoved handfuls of coins into a leather bag.

Back outside on the marble steps, they all separated. Percy muttered vaguely about needing a new quill. Fred and George had spotted their friend from Hogwarts, Lee Jordan. Mrs. Weasley and Ginny were going to a secondhand robe shop. Mr. Weasley was insisting on taking the Grangers off to the Leaky Cauldron for a drink.

"We'll all meet at Flourish and Blotts in an hour to buy your schoolbooks," said Mrs. Weasley, setting off with Ginny and Mia. "And not one step down Knockturn Alley!" she shouted at the twins' retreating backs.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione strolled off along the winding, cobbled street. The bag of gold, silver, and bronze jangling cheerfully in Harry's pocket was clamoring to be spent, so he bought three large strawberry-and-peanut-butter ice creams, which they slurped happily as they wandered up the alley, examining the fascinating shop windows.

Ron gazed longingly at a full set of Chudley Can non robes in the windows of Quality Quidditch Supplies until Hermione dragged them off to buy ink and parchment next door and a new wand for Ron. In Gambol and Japes Wizarding Joke Shop, they met Fred, George, and Lee Jordan, who were stocking up on Dr. Filibuster's Fabulous Wet-Start, No-Heat Fireworks, and in a tiny junk shop full of bro ken wands, lopsided brass scales, and old cloaks covered in potion stains they found Percy, deeply immersed in a small and deeply boring book called Prefects Who Gained Power. `A study of Hogwarts prefects and their later careers, " Ron read aloud off the back cover. "That sounds fascinating . . . ."
"Go away," Percy snapped. "'Course, he's very ambitious, Percy, he's got it all planned out ... He wants to be Minister of Magic. . . " Ron told Harry and Hermione in an undertone as they left Percy to it. They met Mrs. Weasley with Ginny and Mia at Madam Malkin as Harry needed a new cloak.

An hour later, they headed for Flourish and Blotts. They were by no means the only ones making their way to the bookshop. As they approached it, they saw to their surprise a large crowd jostling out side the doors, trying to get in. The reason for this was proclaimed by a large banner stretched across the upper windows:
GILDEROY LOCKHART will be signing copies of his autobiography MAGICAL ME today 12:30 P.m. to 4:30 P.m.

"We can actually meet him!" Hermione squealed. "I mean, he's written almost the whole booklist!" The crowd seemed to be made up mostly of witches around Mrs. Weasley's age. A harrassed-looking wizard stood at the door, saying, "Calmly, please, ladies ... Don't push, there ... mind the books, now . . . . "
Harry, Ron, and Hermione squeezed inside. A long line wound right to the back of the shop, where Gilderoy Lockhart was signing his books. They each grabbed a copy of The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 2 and sneaked up the line to where the rest of the Weasleys were standing with Mr. and Mrs. Granger.
"Oh, there you are, good," said Mrs. Weasley. She sounded breathless and kept patting her hair. "We'll be able to see him in a minute ...

Gilderoy Lockhart came slowly into view, seated at a table surrounded by large pictures of his own face, all winking and flashing dazzlingly white teeth at the crowd. The real Lockhart was wearing robes of forget-me-not blue that exactly matched his eyes; his pointed wizard's hat was set at a jaunty angle on his wavy hair. A short, irritable-looking man was dancing around taking photographs with a large black camera that emitted puffs of purple smoke with every blinding flash.

"Out of the way, there," he snarled at Ron, moving back to get a better shot. "This is for the Daily Prophet -"
"Big deal," said Ron, rubbing his foot where the photographer had stepped on it. Gilderoy Lockhart heard him. He looked up. He saw Ron and then he saw Harry and Mia. He stared. Then he leapt to his feet and positively shouted, "It can't be Harry and Mia Potter?"
The crowd parted, whispering excitedly; Lockhart dived forward, seized Harry's arm, and pulled him to the front. The crowd burst into applause. Harry's face burned as Lockhart shook his hand for the photographer, who was clicking away madly, wafting thick smoke over the Weasleys.

"Nice big smile, Harry, Mia" said Lockhart, through his own gleaming teeth. "Together, you two and I are worth the front page."
When he finally let go of Harry's hand, Harry could hardly feel his fingers. He tried to sidle back over to the Weasleys, but Lockhart threw an arm around his shoulders and clamped him tightly to his side.
"Ladies and gentlemen," he said loudly, waving for quiet. "What an extraordinary moment this is! The perfect moment for me to make a little announcement I've been sitting on for some time! "When Harry and his sister here stepped into Flourish and Blotts today, he only wanted to buy my autobiography -which I shall be happy to present him now, free of charge-" The crowd applauded again. "He had no idea," Lockhart continued, giving Harry a little shake that made his glasses slip to the end of his nose, "that he would shortly be getting much, much more than my book, Magical Me. He and his schoolmates will, in fact, be getting the real magical me. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I have great pleasure and pride in announcing that this September, I will be taking up the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!" The crowd cheered and clapped and Harry found himself being presented with the entire works of Gilderoy Lockhart.

Staggering slightly under their weight, both, he and Mia managed to make their way out of the limelight to the edge of the room, where Ginny was standing next to Mrs. Weasley new special cauldron for cooking and stuff for her and Mia as well. "You have these," Harry mumbled to her, tipping the books into the cauldron. "I'll buy my own -" and Mia give me the money I will by for you too…"

"Bet you loved that, didn't you, Potter?" said a voice Harry had no trouble recognizing. He straightened up and found himself face-to-face with Draco Malfoy, who was wearing his usual sneer.
"Famous Harry Potter," said Malfoy. "Can't even go into a bookshop without making the front page."
"Leave him alone, he didn't want all that!" said Ginny. She was glaring at Malfoy.
"Potter, you've got yourself a girlfriend!" drawled Malfoy. Ginny went scarlet as Mia said "and if he got a girlfriend? It is any problem for you that he has one and you don't?"
"Potter, I didn't knew that your sister is here too…"
"Leave her alone, Malfoy" Hermione mumbled as she and Ron fought their way over, both clutching stacks of Lockhart's books.

"Oh, it's you," said Ron, looking at Malfoy as if he were something unpleasant on the sole of his shoe. "Bet you're surprised to see Harry here, eh?"
"Not as surprised as I am to see you in a shop, Weasley," retorted Malfoy. "I suppose your parents will go hungry for a month to pay for all those."
Ron went as red as Ginny. He dropped his books into the cauldron, too, and started toward Malfoy, but Mia and Hermione grabbed the back of his jacket.

"Ron!" said Mr. Weasley, struggling over with Fred and George. "What are you doing? It's too crowded in here, let's go outside."
"Well, well, well - Arthur Weasley."
It was Mr. Malfoy. He stood with his hand on Draco's shoulder, sneering in just the same way.
"Lucius," said Mr. Weasley, nodding coldly.
"Busy time at the Ministry, I hear," said Mr. Malfoy. "All those raids ... I hope they're paying you overtime?"
He reached into Ginny's cauldron and extracted, from amid the glossy Lockhart books, a very old, very battered copy of A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration.
"Obviously not," Mr. Malfoy said. "Dear me, what's the use of being a disgrace to the name of wizard if they don't even pay you well for it?"

Mr. Weasley flushed darker than either Ron or Ginny.
We have a very different idea of what disgraces the name of wizard, Malfoy," he said.
"Clearly," said Mr. Malfoy, his pale eyes straying to Mr. and Mrs. Granger, who were watching apprehensively. "The company you keep, Weasley ... and I thought your family could sink no lower ='
There was a thud of metal as Ginny's cauldron went flying; Mr. Weasley had thrown himself at Mr. Malfoy, knocking him backward into a bookshelf. Dozens of heavy spell books came thundering down on all their heads; there was a yell of, "Get him, Dad!" from Fred or George; Mrs. Weasley was shrieking, "No, Arthur, no!"; the crowd stampeded backward, knocking more shelves over; "Gentlemen, please - please!" cried the assistant, and then, louder than all
"Break it up, there, gents, break it up -"

Hagrid was wading toward them through the sea of books. In an instant he had pulled Mr. Weasley and Mr. Malfoy apart. Mr. Weasley had a cut lip and Mr. Malfoy had been hit in the eye by an Encyclopedia of Toadstools. He was still holding Ginny's old Transfiguration book. He thrust it at her, his eyes glittering with malice.

"Here, girl - take your book - it's the best your father can give you -" Pulling himself out of Hagrid's grip he beckoned to Draco and swept from the shop.
"Yeh should've ignored him, Arthur," said Hagrid, almost lifting Mr. Weasley off his feet as he straightened his robes. "Rotten ter the core, the whole family, everyone knows that - no Malfoy's worth listenin' ter - bad blood, that's what it is - come on now - let's get outta here."
They hurried up the street, the Grangers shaking with fright and Mrs. Weasley beside herself with fury.
"A fine example to set for your children . . . brawling in public . . . what Gilderoy Lockhart must've thought -"
"He was pleased," said Fred. "Didn't you hear him as we were leaving? He was asking that bloke from the Daily Prophet if he'd be able to work the fight into his report - said it was all publicity -"

But it was a subdued group that headed back to the fireside in the Leaky Cauldron, where Harry, the Weasleys, and all their shopping would be traveling back to the Burrow using Floo powder. They said good-bye to the Grangers, who were leaving the pub for the Muggle street on the other side; Mr. Weasley started to ask them how bus stops worked, but stopped quickly at the look on Mrs. Weasley's face. And then they flew back to the Borrow.