"Tripped over a albero root," he detto angrily, getting to his feet again.
"Well, with feet that size, hard not to," detto a drawling voice from behind them.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione turned sharply. Draco Malfoy was standing alone nearby, leaning against a tree, looking utterly relaxed. His arms folded, he seemed to have been watching the scene at the campsite through a gap in the trees.
Ron told Malfoy to do something that Harry knew he would never have dared say in front of Mrs. Weasley.
"Language, Weasley," detto Malfoy, his pale eyes glittering. "Hadn't te better be hurrying along now? te wouldn't...
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