The boy who had been talking to Ron turned to look at Harry. “Oh, so it’s true,” he said. “I heard you’ve got Harry Potter on this train. I’m Malfoy — Draco Malfoy.”

Ron gave a slight cough, which might have been hiding a snigger.

“Think my name’s funny, do you? No need to ask who you are. My father told me all the Weasleys have red hair, freckles, and more children than they can afford.”

He turned back to Harry. “You’ll soon find out some wizarding families are much better than others, Potter. You don’t want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there.”

He held out his hand to shake Harry’s, but Harry didn’t take it.

“I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks,” Harry said coolly.

You watched them with curiosity — as Harry Potter’s twin sister. Would you become friends with Draco Malfoy?