Amelia Potter and the Chamber of Secrets PART 1

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sneering in just the same way.

'great the idiots have multiplied,' muttered Amelia. Ron snickered.

'Lucius,' said Mr Weasley, nodding coldly.

'Busy time at the Ministry, I hear,' said Mr Malfoy. 'All those raids ... I hope they're paying you overtime?'

He reached into Ginny's cauldron and extracted, from amidst the glossy Lockhart books, a very old, very battered copy of A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration.

'Obviously not,' he said. 'Dear me, what's the use of being a dis- grace to the name of wizard if they don't even pay you well for it?'

Mr Weasley flushed darker than either Ron or Ginny.

'We have a very different idea of what disgraces the name of wizard, Malfoy,' he said.

'Clearly,' said Mr Malfoy, his pale eyes straying to Mr and Mrs Granger, who were watching apprehensively. 'The company you keep, Weasley ... and I thought your family could sink no lower –'

Amelia was about to say: then your receding hairline, but she wasn't given the chase. There was a thud of metal as Ginny's cauldron went flying; Mr Weasley had thrown himself at Mr Malfoy, knocking him back- wards into a bookshelf. Dozens of heavy spellbooks came thun- dering down on all their heads; there was a yell of 'Get him, Dad!' from Fred or George; 'go Mr Weasley!' Amelia was shouting; Mrs Weasley was shrieking, 'No, Arthur, no!'; the crowd stampeded backwards, knocking more shelves over; 'Gentlemen, please – please!' cried the assistant and then, louder than all, 'Break it up, there, gents, break it up –'

Hagrid was wading towards them through the sea of books. In an instant he had pulled Mr Weasley and Mr Malfoy apart. Mr Weasley had a cut lip and Mr Malfoy had been hit in the eye by an Encyclopedia of Toadstools. He was still holding Ginny's old transfiguration book. He thrust it at her, his eyes glittering with malice.

'Here, girl – take your book – it's the best your father can give you –'

Pulling himself out of Hagrid's grip he beckoned to Draco and swept from the shop.

'Yeh should've ignored him, Arthur,' said Hagrid, almost lifting Mr Weasley off his feet as he straightened his robes. 'Rotten ter the core, the whole family, everyone knows that. No Malfoy's worth listenin' ter. Bad blood, that's what it is. Come on now – let's get outta here.'

The assistant looked as though he wanted to stop them leaving, but he barely came up to Hagrid's waist and seemed to think bet- ter of it. They hurried up the street, the Grangers shaking with fright and Mrs Weasley beside herself with fury.

'A fine example to set to your children ... brawling in public ... what Gilderoy Lockhart must've thought ...'

'He was pleased,' said Fred. 'Didn't you hear him as we were leaving? He was asking that bloke from the Daily Prophet if he'd be able to work the fight into his report – said it was all publicity.'

But it was a subdued group who headed back to the fireside in the Leaky Cauldron, where Harry, the Weasleys and all their shop-ping would be travelling back to The Burrow using Floo powder. They said goodbye to the Grangers, who were leaving the pub for the Muggle street on the other side. Mr Weasley started to ask them how bus stops worked, but stopped quickly at the look on Mrs Weasley's face.

Harry took off his glasses and put them safely in his pocket before helping himself to Floo powder. It definitely wasn't his favourite way to travel.