“Job hunting is just an expression—put down the cross bow!”
“I’m not job hunting, I’m Malfoy hunting,” Hermione replied calmly.
“I’m sure whatever he said, even Draco doesn’t deserve to get shot with a crossbow,” Harry said reasonably.
“Not Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy…apparently he’s escaped from Azkaban again, and I’m not taking any chances this time.”
“Does Draco know his father’s escaped?”
“Probably, the report came from his office.”
“Great. Hold on a second, let me grab my jacket. You’re not going hunting for Lucius Malfoy without me, I still owe that slimy git.”
“Okay, but hurry, he’s been sighted in Diagon Alley, and I want to corner him before he has a chance to acquire a new wand and do any major damage.”
“Be right back,” Harry promised, dashing up the stairs. He pulled his magically-modified cell phone out of his pocket as he ran, hitting the number four on his speed dial. It went straight to voice mail. “Draco, if you’re there, grab your gear and meet Hermione and me at the Leaky Cauldron. Your dad’s escaped again, and has been spotted in Diagon Alley. Hurry!”