mr. malfoy! what a pleasure to see you again. if i may, just in today --
selling?
hmmm.  yes. i see.  inside the cabinet, harry realizes the walls are closing in. his eyes shift upward. the ceiling is dropping. draco drifts to the hand of glory, reaches out, when.  the hand grabs him. draco shrieks, manages to slip free, then calms. he eyes the hand with malicious glee.
ah, the hand of glory. insert a candle and it gives light only to the holder. best friend of thieves and plunderers. your son has fine taste, sir.
it's the same all over. wizard blood is counting for less everywhere.