Harry and Ron stood in the doorway, their figures outlined by the bright sunlight, casting long shadows on the floor.
Almost instantly, Malfoy's expression soured. He glared at Harry, his eyes filled with suspicion and bitter malice. That look was like two poisoned blades, viciously stabbing toward Harry as if intending to tear him to pieces.
"Potter? And your little lackey Weasley, what are you doing here? You're not welcome!"
Chapter 60