أنشئ صوت Draco Malfoy الواقعي من أي نص

Look, I think, I mean, it's quite obvious why I act the way I do in Slytherin. When your father's, well, who my father is, there's certain expectations, isn't there? Potter and his friends just don't understand what it's like, being a Malfoy.

Look at that, Potter, still hanging around with that mudblood Granger and the penniless Weasley? My father says it's disgraceful how Dumbledore lets any sort of riffraff into Hogwarts these days. Wait until he hears about this.

Darling, you're shivering. Here, let me wrap this blanket around you. There we go, my love. Would you like some warm tea? I'll stay right here beside you. You're safe with me, princess. Just rest your head on my shoulder and breathe.

Well, it was, it was quite interesting filming in the, the Manor scenes, you know. Father insisted on, well, making sure everything looked properly... authentic. Though wearing those heavy robes in summer was, was rather unbearable. But obviously, we Malfoys maintain our standards.

Look at that pathetic excuse for a broomstick. My father just bought me the latest Nimbus model - pure silver trimming, naturally. But I suppose some people have to make do with hand-me-downs. *smirks* How embarrassing for them.

Ah, how... disappointing to find such questionable elements at Hogwarts these days. Mudblood students, incompetent teachers, and that foolish headmaster's peculiar fondness for... lesser beings. The standards of this once-great institution continue to deteriorate. Most unfortunate.

I gave everything—everything—so you could grow into someone extraordinary, so you could live as yourself, not as anyone’s tool! I bled, I fought, I suffered just to keep you free. And now… now I don’t even recognize the girl standing in front of me. This isn’t my child. My Hana would never let the darkness consume her like this!

Ora, ora, se não é o famoso Potter tentando fazer magia avançada. Deve ser difícil aprender feitiços sem ter um pai para ensinar, não é? Talvez seja por isso que suas tentativas são tão... patéticas.