"Tripped over a 树 root," he 说 angrily, getting to his feet again.
"Well, with feet that size, hard not to," 说 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," 说 Malfoy, his pale eyes glittering. "Hadn't 你 better be hurrying along now? 你 wouldn't like her spotted, would you?"
He nodded at Hermione, and at the same moment, a blast like a bomb sounded from the campsite, and a flash of green light momentarily lit the trees around them.
"What's that supposed to mean?" 说 Hermione defiantly.
"Granger, they're after Muggles," 说 Malfoy. "D'you want to be 展示 off your knickers in midair? Because if 你 do, hang around... they're moving this way, and it would give us all a laugh"
"Hermione's a witch," Harry snarled.
"Have it your own way, Potter," 说 Malfoy, grinning maliciously. "If 你 think they can't spot a MudBlood, stay where 你 are"