I open the my letter. I close my eyes then open one of them slowly. All the blood drains from my face. I bolt up out of my seat and he does the same. "I refuse!" We both shout at Minister Shacklebolt. Shacklebolt raises an eyebrow. "Would you rather have your magic removed?" Shacklebolt asks. He and I reluctantly shake our heads and turn to each other. "Granger." He growls. "Malfoy." I snarl back.