Nimbus Two Thousand last year. Special permission from Dumbledore so he could play for Gryffindor. He's not even that good, it's just because he's famous ... famous for having a stupid scar on his forehead ...'

Malfoy bent down to examine a shelf full of skulls.

'... everyone thinks he's so smart, wonderful Potter with his scar and his broomstick –

'You have told me this at least a dozen times already,' said Mr Malfoy, with a quelling look at his son, 'and I would remind you that it is not – prudent – to appear less than fond of Harry Potter, not when most of our kind regard him as the hero who made the Dark Lord disappear – ah, Mr Borgin.'

A stooping man had appeared behind the counter, smoothing his greasy hair back from his face.

'Mr Malfoy, what a pleasure to see you again,' said Mr Borgin in a voice as oily as his hair. 'Delighted – and young Master Malfoy, too – charmed. How may I be of assistance? I must show you, just in today, and very reasonably priced –'

'I'm not buying today, Mr Borgin, but selling,' said Mr Malfoy. 'Selling?' The smile faded slightly from Mr Borgin's face.
'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 unravelling it for Mr Borgin to read. 'I have a few – ah – items at home that might embarrass me, if the Ministry were to call ...'

Mr Borgin fixed a pince-nez to his nose and looked down the list.

'The Ministry wouldn't presume to trouble you, sir, surely?'

Mr Malfoy's lip curled.

'I have not been visited yet. The name Malfoy still commands a certain respect, yet the Ministry grows ever more meddlesome. There are rumours about a new Muggle Protection Act – no doubt that flea-bitten, Muggle-loving fool Arthur Weasley is behind it –'

Harry felt a hot surge of anger.
'– and as you see, certain of these poisons might make it appear –' 'I understand, sir, of course,' said Mr Borgin. 'Let me see ...'

'Can I have that?' interrupted Draco, pointing at the withered hand on its cushion.

'Ah, the Hand of Glory!' said Mr Borgin, abandoning Mr

Malfoy's list and scurrying over to Draco. 'Insert a candle and it