The moment Malfoy pulled off his Invisibility Cloak, Harry knew this would not end easily.
Harry stared at Malfoy, watching the slight tremor in his wrist while sweeping his surroundings from the corner of his eye.
After looking around, Harry's heart immediately sank.
Mr. Borgin's shop was not on the main road cleared out by the Ministry of Magic, but behind several tents.
The tents blocked the view from every direction. No one had seen the two of them facing off in the alley.
Even if someone passed by, Harry could not optimistically expect the wizards visiting this place to be decent people.
It seemed he could only rely on himself.
Harry thought this, his mood still extremely grim.
Malfoy could surely guess that he was trying to find a way out of this predicament. So, the moment he made any extra move, Malfoy would definitely act decisively.
Although what he had said earlier to scare Malfoy with the Ministry of Magic had not been fabricated, he knew Malfoy. That alone would never frighten him off.
Harry knew Malfoy did not have the nerve to let him get hurt or die, but he certainly would not mind making a fool of him in public.
What should he do?
Was he supposed to count on Malfoy suddenly growing a conscience?
The absurd thought had barely flashed through Harry's mind when Malfoy's actions stunned him, making his eyes widen.
Draco gave Harry, whose gaze was still forceful, a long look. Then, slowly lowering his wand, he slipped it back into his sleeve under Harry's astonished gaze.
He tossed Harry's Invisibility Cloak at his feet and slowly backed away as he spoke.
"If you didn't hear me clearly, Potter, I can say it again. You'd better fix that filthy habit of sticking your