- Never mind that, you insufferable fool, - Lucius said dangerously, - I wish to complain about this Dark Lord that I purchased not half an hour ago from this very boutique.

- Oh yes, the, uh, Voldemort... - the shopkeeper said proudly, - What's,uh...What's wrong with him?

- I'll tell you what's wrong with him, - Lucius said with an imperious tone as he opened the box to display its contents, - He's dead, that's what's wrong with him!

- No, no, 'e's uh, he's resting, - the shopkeeper insisted.

- Look, fool, - Lucius snarled, - I know a dead Dark Lord when I see one, and I'm looking at one right now.

- No, no, he's not dead, - the shopkeeper insisted, - He's, he's restin'! Remarkable Wizard, Voldemort, beautiful magic!

- The magic doesn't enter into it, - Lucius noted, - He's stone dead.

- No-no-no-no, - the shopkeeper disagreed, - no, no! 'E's restin'!

Lucius raised a single eyebrow, - All right then, if he's "restin'", as you put it, I'll wake him up! 'Ello, My Dark Lord! - He screamed shaking the corpse. - I've got a lovely fresh Muggle for you if you wake...