From Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
'Well, look who it is,' کہا Malfoy in his usual, lazy drawl, pulling open the compartment door. 'Potty and the Weasel.' (PA5)
'I heard your rather finally got his hands on some سونا this summer, Weasley,' کہا Malfoy. 'Did your mother die of shock?' (PA5)
'You fainted, Potter? Is Longbottom telling the truth? آپ actually fainted!' (PA5)
'Did آپ faint as well, Weasley?' کہا Malfoy loudly. 'Did the scary old Dementors frighten you, too, Weasley?' (PA5)
George looked up in time to see Malfoy pretending to faint with terror again. 'That little git,' he کہا calmly. 'He wasn't so cocky last night when the Dementors were down our end of the train. Came running into our compartment, didn't he, Fred?'
'Nearly wet himself,' کہا Fred, with a contemptuous glance at Malfoy. (PA6)
'Oh, how silly we've all been!' Malfoy sneered. 'We should have stroked them! Why didn't we guess!'
'I… I thought they were funny,' کہا Hagrid uncertainly to Hermione.
'Oh, tremendously funny!' کہا Malfoy. 'Really witty, giving use کتابیں that try and rip our hands off!' (PA6)
'God, this place is going to the dogs,' کہا Malfoy loudly. 'That oaf teaching classes, my father'll have a fit when I tell him –' (PA6)
'This is very easy,' Malfoy drawled, loud enough for Harry to hear him. 'I knew it must have been, if Potter could do it… I bet you're not dangerous at all, are you?' he کہا to the Hippogriff. 'Are you, آپ great ugly brute?' (PA6)
'I'm dying!' Malfoy yelled, as the class panicked. 'I'm dying, look at me! It's killed me!' (PA6)
'He's faking it,' کہا Harry at once. 'Madam Pomfrey can mend anything. She regrew half my bones last year. Trust Malfoy to دودھ it for all it's worth.' (PA6)
'Sir,' Malfoy called [to Snape], 'sir, I'll need help cutting up these گلبہار, گل داؤدی roots, because of my arm –' (PA7)
'Professor,' drawled Malfoy, 'Weasley's mutilating my roots, sir.' (PA7)
'And sir, I'll need this Shrivelfig skinned,' کہا Malfoy, his voice full of malicious laughter. (PA7)
'I'm afraid he [Hagrid] won't be a teacher much longer,' کہا Malfoy, in a tone of mock sorrow. 'Father's not very happy about my injury –'
'Keep talking, Malfoy, and I'll give آپ a real injury,' snarled Ron.
'– he's complained to the school governors. And to the Ministry of Magic. Father's got a lot of influence, آپ know. And a lasting injury like this –' he gave a huge, fake sigh, 'who knows if my arm'll ever be the same again?'
'So that's why you're putting it on,' کہا Harry accidentally beheading a dead کیٹرپلر, كيٹرپيلر because his hand was shaking in anger. 'To try and get Hagrid sacked.'
'Well,' کہا Malfoy, lowering his voice to a whisper, 'Partly, Potter. But there are other benefits, too. Weasley, slice my کیٹرپلر, كيٹرپيلر for me.' (PA7)
'Of course, if it was me,' he کہا quietly, 'I'd have done something before now. I wouldn't be staying in school like a good boy, I'd be out there looking for him [Black].'
'What are آپ talking about, Malfoy?' کہا Ron roughly.
'Don't آپ know, Potter?' breathed Malfoy, his pale eyes narrowed.
'Know what?'
Malfoy let out a low, sneering laugh.
'Maybe you'd better not risk your neck,' he said. 'Want to leave it to the Dementors, do you? But if it was me, I'd want revenge. I'd hunt him down myself.' (PA7)
'Staying here, Potter?' shouted Malfoy, who was standing in line with Crabbe and Goyle. 'Scared of passing the Dementors?' (PA8)
Ron: '– and Malfoy'd love to see آپ blown into about a million pieces, like Pettigrew! Get a grip, Malfoy's just hoping you'll get yourself killed before he has to play آپ at Quidditch.' (PA11)
'That's why he wouldn't say it was from him [Dumbledore]!' کہا Ron. 'In case some git like Malfoy کہا it was favouritism. Hey, Harry –' Ron gave a great whoop of laughter. 'Malfoy! Wait 'til he sees آپ on this! He'll be sick as a pig!' (PA11)
'Sure آپ can manage that broom, Potter?' کہا a cold, drawling voice.
'Draco Malfoy had arrived for a closer look, Crabbe and Goyle right behind him.
'Yeah, reckon so,' کہا Harry casually.
'Got plenty of special features, hasn't it?' کہا Malfoy, eyes glittering maliciously. 'Shame it doesn't come with a parachute – in case آپ get too near a Dementor.'
Crabbe and Goyle sniggered.
'Pity آپ can't attach an extra arm to yours, Malfoy,' کہا Harry.
'Then it could catch the Snitch for you.' (PA13)
Malfoy was speaking.
'… should have an owl from Father any time now. He had to go to the hearing to tell them about my arm… about how I couldn't use it for three months…'
Crabbe and Goyle sniggered.
'I really wish I could hear that great hairy moron trying to defend himself… "There's no 'arm in 'im, 'onest" –" … that Hippogriff's as good as dead –' (PA14)
'Suppose you'd love to live here, wouldn't you, Weasley? Dreaming about having your own bedroom? I heard your family all sleep in one room – is that true?' (PA14)
'We were just discussing your friend Hagrid,' Malfoy کہا to Ron. 'Just trying to imagine what he's saying to the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures. D'you think he'll cry when they cut of his Hippogriff's –' (PA14)
Snape: 'Your head is not allowed in Hogsmeade. No part of your body has permission to be in Hogsmeade.'
'I know that,' کہا Harry, striving to keep his face free of guilt یا fear. 'It sounds like Malfoy's having hallucin–' (PA14)
Draco talking about Hagrid: 'Look at him blubber! Have آپ ever seen anything quite as pathetic?' کہا Malfoy. 'And he's supposed to be our teacher!'
Harry and Ron both made furious moves toward Malfoy, but Hermione got there first – SMACK!
She had slapped Malfoy across the face with all the strength she could muster. Malfoy staggered. Harry, Ron, Crabbe, and Goyle stood flabbergasted as Hermione raised her hand again.
'Hermione!' کہا Ron weakly, and he tried to grab her hand as she swung it back.
'Get off, Ron!' Hermione pulled out her wand. Malfoy stepped backward. Crabbe and Goyle looked at him for instructions, thoroughly bewildered.
'C'mon,' Malfoy muttered, and in a moment, all three of them had disappeared into the passageway to the dungeons. (PA15)
On Malfoy's Quidditch tactics: 'YOU CHEATING SCUM!' Lee Jordan was howling into the megaphone, dancing out of Professor McGonagall's reach. 'YOU FILTHY, CHEATING B–' (PA15)
'Well, look who it is,' کہا Malfoy in his usual, lazy drawl, pulling open the compartment door. 'Potty and the Weasel.' (PA5)
'I heard your rather finally got his hands on some سونا this summer, Weasley,' کہا Malfoy. 'Did your mother die of shock?' (PA5)
'You fainted, Potter? Is Longbottom telling the truth? آپ actually fainted!' (PA5)
'Did آپ faint as well, Weasley?' کہا Malfoy loudly. 'Did the scary old Dementors frighten you, too, Weasley?' (PA5)
George looked up in time to see Malfoy pretending to faint with terror again. 'That little git,' he کہا calmly. 'He wasn't so cocky last night when the Dementors were down our end of the train. Came running into our compartment, didn't he, Fred?'
'Nearly wet himself,' کہا Fred, with a contemptuous glance at Malfoy. (PA6)
'Oh, how silly we've all been!' Malfoy sneered. 'We should have stroked them! Why didn't we guess!'
'I… I thought they were funny,' کہا Hagrid uncertainly to Hermione.
'Oh, tremendously funny!' کہا Malfoy. 'Really witty, giving use کتابیں that try and rip our hands off!' (PA6)
'God, this place is going to the dogs,' کہا Malfoy loudly. 'That oaf teaching classes, my father'll have a fit when I tell him –' (PA6)
'This is very easy,' Malfoy drawled, loud enough for Harry to hear him. 'I knew it must have been, if Potter could do it… I bet you're not dangerous at all, are you?' he کہا to the Hippogriff. 'Are you, آپ great ugly brute?' (PA6)
'I'm dying!' Malfoy yelled, as the class panicked. 'I'm dying, look at me! It's killed me!' (PA6)
'He's faking it,' کہا Harry at once. 'Madam Pomfrey can mend anything. She regrew half my bones last year. Trust Malfoy to دودھ it for all it's worth.' (PA6)
'Sir,' Malfoy called [to Snape], 'sir, I'll need help cutting up these گلبہار, گل داؤدی roots, because of my arm –' (PA7)
'Professor,' drawled Malfoy, 'Weasley's mutilating my roots, sir.' (PA7)
'And sir, I'll need this Shrivelfig skinned,' کہا Malfoy, his voice full of malicious laughter. (PA7)
'I'm afraid he [Hagrid] won't be a teacher much longer,' کہا Malfoy, in a tone of mock sorrow. 'Father's not very happy about my injury –'
'Keep talking, Malfoy, and I'll give آپ a real injury,' snarled Ron.
'– he's complained to the school governors. And to the Ministry of Magic. Father's got a lot of influence, آپ know. And a lasting injury like this –' he gave a huge, fake sigh, 'who knows if my arm'll ever be the same again?'
'So that's why you're putting it on,' کہا Harry accidentally beheading a dead کیٹرپلر, كيٹرپيلر because his hand was shaking in anger. 'To try and get Hagrid sacked.'
'Well,' کہا Malfoy, lowering his voice to a whisper, 'Partly, Potter. But there are other benefits, too. Weasley, slice my کیٹرپلر, كيٹرپيلر for me.' (PA7)
'Of course, if it was me,' he کہا quietly, 'I'd have done something before now. I wouldn't be staying in school like a good boy, I'd be out there looking for him [Black].'
'What are آپ talking about, Malfoy?' کہا Ron roughly.
'Don't آپ know, Potter?' breathed Malfoy, his pale eyes narrowed.
'Know what?'
Malfoy let out a low, sneering laugh.
'Maybe you'd better not risk your neck,' he said. 'Want to leave it to the Dementors, do you? But if it was me, I'd want revenge. I'd hunt him down myself.' (PA7)
'Staying here, Potter?' shouted Malfoy, who was standing in line with Crabbe and Goyle. 'Scared of passing the Dementors?' (PA8)
Ron: '– and Malfoy'd love to see آپ blown into about a million pieces, like Pettigrew! Get a grip, Malfoy's just hoping you'll get yourself killed before he has to play آپ at Quidditch.' (PA11)
'That's why he wouldn't say it was from him [Dumbledore]!' کہا Ron. 'In case some git like Malfoy کہا it was favouritism. Hey, Harry –' Ron gave a great whoop of laughter. 'Malfoy! Wait 'til he sees آپ on this! He'll be sick as a pig!' (PA11)
'Sure آپ can manage that broom, Potter?' کہا a cold, drawling voice.
'Draco Malfoy had arrived for a closer look, Crabbe and Goyle right behind him.
'Yeah, reckon so,' کہا Harry casually.
'Got plenty of special features, hasn't it?' کہا Malfoy, eyes glittering maliciously. 'Shame it doesn't come with a parachute – in case آپ get too near a Dementor.'
Crabbe and Goyle sniggered.
'Pity آپ can't attach an extra arm to yours, Malfoy,' کہا Harry.
'Then it could catch the Snitch for you.' (PA13)
Malfoy was speaking.
'… should have an owl from Father any time now. He had to go to the hearing to tell them about my arm… about how I couldn't use it for three months…'
Crabbe and Goyle sniggered.
'I really wish I could hear that great hairy moron trying to defend himself… "There's no 'arm in 'im, 'onest" –" … that Hippogriff's as good as dead –' (PA14)
'Suppose you'd love to live here, wouldn't you, Weasley? Dreaming about having your own bedroom? I heard your family all sleep in one room – is that true?' (PA14)
'We were just discussing your friend Hagrid,' Malfoy کہا to Ron. 'Just trying to imagine what he's saying to the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures. D'you think he'll cry when they cut of his Hippogriff's –' (PA14)
Snape: 'Your head is not allowed in Hogsmeade. No part of your body has permission to be in Hogsmeade.'
'I know that,' کہا Harry, striving to keep his face free of guilt یا fear. 'It sounds like Malfoy's having hallucin–' (PA14)
Draco talking about Hagrid: 'Look at him blubber! Have آپ ever seen anything quite as pathetic?' کہا Malfoy. 'And he's supposed to be our teacher!'
Harry and Ron both made furious moves toward Malfoy, but Hermione got there first – SMACK!
She had slapped Malfoy across the face with all the strength she could muster. Malfoy staggered. Harry, Ron, Crabbe, and Goyle stood flabbergasted as Hermione raised her hand again.
'Hermione!' کہا Ron weakly, and he tried to grab her hand as she swung it back.
'Get off, Ron!' Hermione pulled out her wand. Malfoy stepped backward. Crabbe and Goyle looked at him for instructions, thoroughly bewildered.
'C'mon,' Malfoy muttered, and in a moment, all three of them had disappeared into the passageway to the dungeons. (PA15)
On Malfoy's Quidditch tactics: 'YOU CHEATING SCUM!' Lee Jordan was howling into the megaphone, dancing out of Professor McGonagall's reach. 'YOU FILTHY, CHEATING B–' (PA15)