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"Well, without seeing it, I must say it will be a very difficult job, perhaps impossible. I couldn't guarantee anything." "No." said Malfoy, and Harry knew, just by his tone, that Malfoy was sneering.
"Perhaps this will make you more confident." He moved toward Borgin and was blocked from view by the cabinet. Harry, Ron, and Hermione shuffled sideways to try and keep him in sight, but all they could see was Borgin, looking very frightened.
"Tell anyone," said Maifoy, "and there will be retribution. You know Fenrir Greyback.
He's a family friend. He'll be dropping in from time to time to make sure you're giving the problem your full attention." "There will be no need for —" "I'll decide that," said Malfoy. "Well, I'd better be off. And don't forget to keep that one safe, I'll need it." "Perhaps you'd like to take it now." "No, of course I wouldn't, you stupid, little man, how would I look carrying that down the street. Just don't sell it." "Of course not... sir." Borgin made a bow as deep as the one Harry had once seen him give Lucius Malfoy.
"Not a word to anyone, Borgin, and that includes my mother, understand." "Naturally, naturally," murmured Borgin, bowing again.
Next moment, the bell over the door tinkled loudly as Malfoy stalked out of the shop looking very pleased with himself. He passed so close to Harry, Ron, and Hermione that they felt the cloak flutter around their knees again. Inside the shop, Borgin remained frozen; his unctuous smile had vanished; he looked worried.
"What was that about." whispered Ron, reeling in the Extendable Ears.
"Dunno," said Harry, thinking hard. "He wants something mended . . . and he wants to reserve something in there... Could you see what he pointed at when he said 'that one'." "No, he was behind that cabinet —" "You two stay here," whispered Hermione.
"What are you — ."
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