"That's where you are wrong. The reason we are fighting is because they are the danger. There is more of them than there is of us. They evolve faster, they change their ways. And if a muggle kills you, Malfoy, you won't be any less dead than if I do it." Barty looked around the store. Antiques everywhere, most without any magical value whatsoever.

"I'm looking for something. An artefact. Perhaps it's in the backroom." Barty made his way there, opening the door. "Potter thinks about you too, for the record. I remember. He has a much higher opinion of you than I do."