"Oh? You didn't see her speak Parseltongue?" Malfoy sat on the sofa, looking down at David Copperfield standing before him with lowered head, his tone carrying a dangerous edge. David Copperfield was perceptive—so perceptive that he had caught wind of Malfoy's investigation into Greengrass, dropping his usual cowardice to volunteer himself directly.
It seemed Mulciber's recent failures had fueled David's ambitions regarding the Mulciber family. Understandably so; Mulciber had somehow grown increasingly reckless and ignorant. Where he used to follow pure-blood supremacy blindly, he now acted like a rash, forgetful, unhinged fool. No wonder the Mulciber family was leaning toward casting him aside. No doubt that was what had stirred ambition in David Copperfield, the mistress's son. How pathetic.
Resting his face on the three fingers of his right hand, Malfoy watched the excessively deferential David Copperfield before him, thinking all this with casual disdain.
Chapter 28