The Boggart in the Wardrobe

           Malfoydidn’treappearinclassesuntillateonThursdaymorning,whentheSlytherinsandGryffindorswerehalfwaythroughdoublePotions.Heswaggeredintothedungeon,hisrightarmcoveredinbandagesandboundupinasling,acting,inHarry’sopinion,asthoughheweretheheroicsurvivorofsomedreadfulbattle.

           "Howisit,Draco?"simperedPansyParkinson."Doesithurtmuch?"

           "Yeah,"saidMalfoy,puttingonabravesortofgrimace.ButHarrysawhimwinkatCrabbeandGoylewhenPansyhadlookedaway.

           "Settledown,settledown,"saidProfessorSnapeidly.

           HarryandRonscowledateachother;Snapewouldn’thavesaid’settledown’ifthey’dwalkedinlate,he’dhavegiventhemdetention.ButMalfoyhadalwaysbeenabletogetawaywithanythinginSnape’sclasses;SnapewasheadofSlytherinHouse,andgenerallyfavoredhisownstudentsaboveallothers.

           Theyweremakinganewpotiontoday,aShrinkingSolution.MalfoysetuphiscauldronrightnexttoHarryandRon,sothattheywerepreparingtheiringredientsonthesametable.

           "Sir,"Malfoycalled,"sir,I’llneedhelpcuttingupthesedaisyroots,becauseofmyarm—"

           "Weasley,cutupMalfoy’srootsforhim,"saidSnapewithoutlookingup.

           Ronwentbrickred.

           "There’snothingwrongwithyourarm,"hehissedatMalfoy.

           Malfoysmirkedacrossthetable.

           "Weasley,youheardProfessorSnape;cutuptheseroots."

           Ronseizedhisknife,pulledMalfoy’srootstowardhim,andbegantochopthemroughly,sothattheywerealldifferentsizes.