"True," he said pulling away to talk again and faced Neville, his hands behind his back, "because if you did I would kill you on the spot, or hand you over to Amycus and show his fifth years the proper way of performing the killing curse; whichever you wanted. If I were you I'd picked me I'm better looking anyway." he snorted at his own joke, though he wouldn't hand Neville over to that crazy fuck, he knew how much Amycus detested children no mater what age and wouldn't think twice disposing of them.