The atmosphere, which had briefly eased upon Lin Shu's arrival, plummeted instantly at Malfoy's words. A palpable sense of tension filled the air once more. Lin Shu caught the shift acutely, as though she could smell the scent of gunpowder lingering in the breeze.
Furthermore, the moment Malfoy spoke, his tone was dripping with arrogance and disdain. His prickly gaze remained locked onto Ron, Harry, Hermione, and the others from start to finish, as if he were declaring war upon them.
He tilted his chin up slightly, making no attempt to conceal the contempt in his eyes. Every shift of his gaze seemed to mock their very presence.
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