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because he thought that there was not too much risk of Mr. Weasley exploding with anger.
He could see Mrs. Weasley and the grim-faced Auror casting the pair of them suspicious looks as they moved away.
"When we were in Diagon Alley," Harry began, but Mr. Weasley forestalled him with a grimace.
"Am I about to discover where you, Ron, and Hermione disappeared to while you were supposed to be in the back room of Fred and George's shop." "How did you know." "Harry, please. You're talking to the man who raised Fred and George." "Er . . . yeah, all right, we weren't in the back room." "Very well, then, let's hear the worst." "Well, we followed Draco Malfoy. We used my Invisibility Cloak." "Did you have any particular reason for doing so, or was it a mere whim." "Because I thought Malfoy was up to something," said Harry, disregarding Mr.
Weasley's look of mingled exasperation and amusement. "He'd given his mother the slip and I wanted to know why." "Of course you did," said Mr. Weasley, sounding resigned. "Well. Did you find out why." "He went into Borgin and Burkes," said Harry, "and started bullying the bloke in there, Borgin, to help him fix something. And he said he wanted Borgin to keep something else for him. He made it sound like it was the same kind of thing that needed fixing.
Like they were a pair. And ..." Harry took a deep breath.
"There's something else. We saw Malfoy jump about a mile when Madam Malkin tried to touch his left arm. I think he's been branded with the Dark Mark. 1 think he's replaced his father as a Death Eater." Mr. Weasley looked taken aback. After a moment he said, "Harry, I doubt whether You-Know-Who would allow a sixteen-year-old…" "Does anyone really know what You-Know-Who would or wouldn't do." asked Harry angrily. "Mr. Weasley, I'm sorry, but isn't it worth investigating. If Malfoy wants something fixing, and he needs to threaten Borgin to get it done, it's probably something Dark or dangerous, isn't it."
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