malfoypedhimselfinfrontofharryandgavehimanearlook.foramoment,harryfeltdisarmedbytheiyheldinthosegreyeyes.“iknowyousawwhathappenedinthatpenthouse,perhapsyesterdayyousawmorethanyou’relettingyourselfbelieve.thethreadsoffatehavewovenustogetherforwhateverreason.youandimustfollowtheseeventstotheironlusion.whih,”malfoypausedandtiltedhishead,“hopefullywillendwithussolvingthemurderofmarwanzivantus.”

“yeah,i’mbusy,malfoy,”harrysnapped.

thewholethingwasinredibly,undeniablystrange.

“doingwhat,exatly?you’vebeensaked.”

“hewasamongthemurdervitims,yes,”malfoynodded.

realizationhitharry.thekneazlehadbeenatthehotelwheremarwanzivantusdied.thekneazleledharrytothedeadman’smissingdaughter.ha

harrywonderedhowonearthmalfoyknewthat.hismindwanderedbaktotheirbriefenounterthenightbeforeandmalfoy’sintuitivestatements.“yes,well,i’vegottoseetothatnow,don’ti?”

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them,harrydraftedaquikodedmessagetoronandrushedoutofhisfttoheadtotheowlery.he’dbarelymadeitoutthedoorbeforeheaughtsightofdraomalfoy,leaningagainsttheoppositewallofthealley.

“marwanzivantus?”harry’sgazesnappedtomalfoy’s.thestsentenewasthefirstthingoutoftheotherman’smouththatmadeanybitofsense.“that’swhodiedinthepenthouse?”

“busytoday?”heinquired.harryrolledhiseyesandturnedtothestreet.malfoyapproahed,stoodinfrontofhim,andraisedhisbrowswaitingforaresponse.helookedsharpandpresentableinanavysuitandwaistoatwithagreytie.

arrymadehiswaybaktohisft,hismindgoinginirles.howouldhegototheauthoritieswithwhatheknew?howouldheexpinthekneazlesomehowleadinghimtothemissinggirl’sloation?didithaveanythingtodowiththepenthousemurders?