Draco turned away and saw the cabinet right in front of him.

德拉科转过身，看到了那个柜子。

You could do it instead of Draco, Severus.

德拉科办不到，你能办到，西弗勒斯。

“How is it, Draco? ” simpered Pansy Parkinson.

“怎么样了，德拉科？”潘西·帕金森傻笑着问道。

Draco Malfoy didn't go red, but a pink tinge appeared in his pale cheeks.

德拉科·马尔福脸没有涨红，只是苍白的面颊泛出淡淡的红晕。

" It might be possible...for me to help Draco."

“也许我有可能… … 帮助德拉科。”

" How? " said the cold, drawling voice of Draco Malfoy.

“怎么打开? ”德拉科马尔福用他那冷淡、拖长的声调说。

Draco gets it. Quite frankly, he's been asking for it.

德拉科被打啦，说实话，这是活该。

" Draco Malfoy? " said George, turning around. " Not Lucius Malfoy's son? "

“德拉科·马尔福？”乔治转过身说，“是不是卢修斯·马尔福的儿子？”

Meanwhile, Draco Malfoy had found a different way to induce panic.

在此期间，德拉科马尔福又找到了一种吓唬人的办法。

" You refused. I have no alternative but to force you. Draco, fetch Professor Snape."

“可你拒绝了。我别无选择，只好强迫你。德拉科——把斯内普教授找来。”