It was always difficult being Harry Potter and it isn’t much easier now that he is an overworked employee of the Ministry of Magic, a husband and father of three school-age children. While Harry grapples with a past that refuses to stay where it belongs, his youngest son Albus must struggle with the weight of a family legacy he never wanted. As past and present fuse ominously, both father and son learn the uncomfortable truth: sometimes, darkness comes from unexpected places. (Wikia) │ Written by J. K. Rowling, Jack Thorne and John Tiffany
Draco Malfoy: You see, Weasley, unlike some, my father can afford the best.
Hermione Granger: At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in. They got in on pure talent.
Draco Malfoy: No one asked your opinion, you filthy little Mudblood.
Ron Weasley: You'll pay for that one, Malfoy. Eat slugs!
Hermione Granger: You okay, Ron? Say something.
(Ron throws up slugs, Colin takes a photo)
Colin Creevey: Wow! Can you turn him around, Harry?
(In the Forbidden Forest)
Draco Malfoy: You wait till my father hears about this. This is servant's stuff.
Rubeus Hagrid: Ron, Hermione, you'll come with me.
Ron Weasley: Okay.
Rubeus Hagrid: And, Harry, you'll go with Malfoy.
Draco Malfoy: Okay. Then I get Fang.
Rubeus Hagrid: Fine. Just so you know, he's a bloody coward.
Draco Malfoy: This is Crabbe, and Goyle. And I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy. (Ron snickers) Think my name's funny, do you? I've no need to ask yours. Red hair and a hand-me-down robe? You must be a Weasley. We'll soon find out that some wizarding families are better than others, Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there. (Draco extends a hand towards Harry, Harry doesn't shake it)
Harry Potter: I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks.
Draco Malfoy: Hermione Granger, I’m being bossed around by Hermione Granger. And I’m mildly enjoying it.
Draco Malfoy: Keep up, old man.
Harry Potter: We’re the same age, Draco.
Draco Malfoy: I wear it better.