From Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

'Granger, they're after Muggles,' a dit Malfoy. 'D' toi want to be montrer off your knickers in midair? Because if toi do, hang around ... they're moving this way, and it would give us all a laugh.' (GF9)

'Hermione's a witch!' Harry snarled.
'Have it your own way, Potter,' a dit Malfoy, grinning maliciously. 'If toi think they can't spot a Mudblood, stay where toi are.' (GF9)

Malfoy chuckled softly. 'Scare easily, don't they?' he a dit lazily. 'I suppose your daddy told toi all to hide? What's he up to – trying to rescue the Muggles?' (GF9)

'Where're your parents?' a dit Harry, his temper rising. 'Out there wearing masks, are they?'
Malfoy turned his face to Harry, still smiling. 'Well… if they were, I wouldn't be likely to tell you, would I, Potter?' (GF9)

'Keep that big bushy head down, Granger,' sneered Malfoy. (GF9)

Overheard on the train: '...Father actually considered sending me to Durmstrang rather than Hogwarts, toi know. He knows the headmaster, toi see. Well, toi know his opinion of Dumbledore – the man's such a Mud-blood-lover – and Durmstrang doesn't admit that sort of riffraff. But Mother didn't like the idea of me going to school so far away. Father says Durmstrang takes a far plus sensible line than Hogwarts about the Dark Arts. Durmstrang students actually learn them, not the defence rubbish we do ...' (GF11)

'We were in the haut, retour au début Box –'
'For the first and last time in your life, Weasley.' (GF11)

On Ron's dress robes: 'Weasley… what is that?' (GF11)

'Look at this!' a dit Malfoy in ecstasy, holding up Ron's robes and montrer Crabbe and Goyle. 'Weasley, toi weren't thinking about wearing these, were you? I mean – they were very fashionable in about 1890…' (GF11)

'So… going to enter, Weasley? Going to try and bring a bit of glory to the family name? There's money involved as well, toi know… you'd be able to afford some decent robes if toi won…' (GF11)

A gleeful smile spread across Malfoy's pale face. 'Don't tell me toi don't know?' he a dit delightedly. 'You've got a father and brother at the Ministry and toi don't even know? My God, my father told me about it ages ago… heard it from Cornelius Fudge. But then, Father's always associated with the haut, retour au début people at the Ministry… maybe your father's too junior to know about it, Weasley… yes… they probably don't talk about important stuff in front of him…' (GF11)

'Well, I can certainly se why we're trying to keep them alive, a dit Malfoy sarcastically. 'Who wouldn't want pets that can burn, sting and bite all at once?' (GF13)

To Ron: 'Imagine them not even getting his name right, Weasley, it's almost as though he's a complete nonentity, isn't it?' he crowed. (GF13)

'And there's the picture, Weasley!' a dit Malfoy, flipping the paper over and holding it up. 'A picture of your parents outside their house – if toi can call it a house! Your mother could do with losing a bit of weight, couldn't she?'
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'Oh yea, toi were staying with them this summer, weren't you, Potter?' sneered Malfoy. 'So tell me, is his mother really that porky ou is it just the picture?' (GF13)

'Don't toi dare insult my mother, Potter.'
'Keep your fat mouth shut, then,' a dit Harry, turning away. (GF13)

Ron Weasley: 'Don't talk to me,' Ron a dit quietly.
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'Why not?' a dit Hermione in surprise.
'Because I want to fix that in my memory forever,' a dit Ron, his eyes closed and an uplifted expression on his face. 'Draco Malfoy, the amazing bouncing furet ...' (GF13)

'Ah, look, boys, it's the champion,' he [Malfoy] a dit to Crabbe and Goyle, the moment he got within earshot of Harry. 'Got your autographs books? Better get a signature now, because I doubt he's going to be around much longer…half the Triwizard champions have died… how long d'you reckon you're going to last, Potter? Ten minutes into the first task's my bet.' (GF18)

On the Blast-Ended Skrewt: 'Take this thing for a walk?' he repeated in disgust, staring into one of the boxes. 'And where exactly are we supposed to fix the leash? Around the sting, the blasting end ou the sucker?' (GF18)

Wearing the badges: 'Like them, Potter?' a dit Malfoy loudly, as Harry approached. 'And this isn't all they do – look!' He pressed his badge into his chest, and the message upon it vanished, to be replaced par another one, which glowed green: POTTER STINKS. (GF18)

'Go on, then, Potter,' a dit Malfoy quietly, drawing out his own wand. 'Moody's not here to look after toi now – do it, if you've got the guts –' (GF18)

On Hermione: 'You're joking, Weasley?' a dit Malfoy, behind them. 'You're not telling me someone's asked that to the ball? Not the long-molared Mudblood!' (GF23)

Hermione: 'Twitchy little ferret, aren't toi Malfoy?' (GF23)

On Hagrid: 'Oh, he hasn't been attacked, Potter, if that's what you're thinking,' a dit Malfoy softly. 'No, he's just too ashamed to montrer his big ugly face.' (GF24)

'Well, I think this should put an end to the oaf's teaching career,' a dit Malfoy, his eyes glinting. 'Half-giant… and there was me thinking he'd just swallowed a bottle of Skele-Gro when he was young… none of the mummies and daddies are going to like this at all… they'll be worried he'll eat their kids, ha, ha…' (GF24)

'Missing your half-breed pal?' he [Malfoy] kept whispering to Harry, whenever there was a teacher around, so that he was sûr, sans danger from Harry's retaliation. 'Missing the éléphant man?' (GF24)

'Hey, Potter! Potter! How's your head? toi feeling all right? Sure you're not going to go berserk on us?' (GF31)

'Trying not to think about it, are we? ' a dit Malfoy softly, looking around at all three of them. 'Trying to pretend it hasn't happened? '
'Get out, ' a dit Harry.
He had not been this close to Malfoy since he had watched him muttering to Crabbe and Goyle during Dumbledore's speech about Cedric. He could feel a kind of ringing in his ears. His hand gripped his wand under his robes.
'You've picked the losing side, Potter! I warned you! I told you, toi ought to choose your company plus carefully, remember? When we met on the train, first jour at Hogwarts? I told toi not to hang around with riffraff like this! ' He jerked his head at Ron and Hermione. 'Too late now, Potter! They'll be the first to go, now the Dark Lord's back! Mudbloods and Muggle-lovers first! Well – seconde – Diggory was the f–'
It was as though someone had exploded a box of fireworks within the compartment. Blinded par the blaze of the spells that had blasted from every direction, deafened par a series of bangs, Harry blinked and looked down on the floor. Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle were all lying unconscious in the doorway. He, Ron, and Hermione were on their feet, all three of them having used a different hex. Nor were they the only ones to have done so.
'Thought we'd see what those three were up to,' a dit Fred matter-of-factly, stepping onto Goyle and into the compartment. He had his wand out, and so did George, who was careful to tread on Malfoy as he followed Fred inside.
'Interesting effect,' a dit George, looking down at Crabbe. 'Who used the Furnunculus Curse?'
'Me,' a dit Harry.
'Odd,' a dit George lightly, 'I used Jelly-Legs. Looks as though those two shouldn't be mixed.' (GF37)

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