分卷阅读31（1 / 2）

“No,wait!Idon’tthinkyoushouldbeusingmagicrightnow.”

Dracorolledhiseyes,eventhoughhequietlyagreedwithPotter.“Youdoit,then.”

Potter’sfacetwisted.“No,Idon’ttrustmyselfto—No.Let’sjust—Waithere,okay?”Hegotupanddartedintoanotherroom.Hisbedroom,Dracosupposed.Whenhecameback,hewasholdingabluejumper.

“Here,putthison.”

Dracoscruncheduphisnoseandcrossedhisarmsinfrontofhischest.“That’sridiculous.Justwaveyourbloodywandandit’llgetridofthestains.”

“Draco,”Pottersaidinasternvoice.“I’mnotusingmagiconyourightnow.Stopbeingababyandputthison.”

Grittinghisteeth,DracowrenchedthejumperoutofPotter’shandsandstompedintohisbedroom,bangingthedoorshutbehindhim.ThrowingthejumperonPotter’sbed,heunbuttonedhisshirtwithfuriousfingersandtossedinonthefloor.Hegrimacedashepulledonthejumper,unwillingtoacknowledgehowsoftitfeltagainsthisskin.And…ohMerlin,hedidn’tthinkthisthrough!OfcoursethejumpersmelledlikePotter!

Carefully,Dracosniffedatthesleeveandwasimmediatelyoverwhelmed.Howwashesupposedtosurvivetheeveninglikethis?HetriednottothinkabouthowmanytimesPotterhadwornthisjumper,howitusuallycaressedhisskin,howitprobablytousledhishairwhenhepulleditoff…Oh,Merlin!

Withascowl,Dracolookeddownonhimself.Heprobablylookedridiculous.Thejumperwasfartoobig.WhyPotterlikedhisclotheslikethis,Dracowouldneverunderstand.Helookedaround,frowning.Didn’tPotterownamirror?Huh.Therewassomethinginthecorneroftheroomthatcouldbeamirror,butitwascoveredwithabedsheet.Lettingcuriositygetthebetterofhim,hewalkedoverandliftedit.Surelyenough,hisreflectionstaredbackathim.Weird!WhywouldPottercoveruphismirror?Oh,andDracodidlookveryridiculousindeed!

Sighing,heletgoofthebedsheetandturnedaround.HisgazefellonapictureframeonPotter’sbedsidetable;Potter,GrangerandWeasleyweregrinninglikeidiots,theirarmsaroundtheirshoulders.ItmusthavebeentakenatHogwarts,oratleastduringtheirtimethere.Somehow,DracothoughtitwassignificantthatthisseemedtobetheonlypersonalthingPotterhadondisplayinhisflat.Anditwasinhisbedroom,sonoteverybodywouldseeit.Hehadnoideawhattomakeofit.

“Areyouokayinthere?”heheardPottercall.Dracohuffedandkickedhisshirtintoacorner.Pottercouldcleanitforallhecared.Grumpily,hemarchedbackintothelivingroom.HecaughtsightofPotter’sface,whichwasstrangelylightingup.HealmostlookedasthoughhelikedseeingDracoinhisjumper.

“It’stoobig,”Dracomutteredashesatdown.

“Allmyclothesarelikethat,”Pottershrugged,buttherewasahintofnervousnessinhisvoice.

“Why?”

Pottershruggedagain.“I’musedtoit,Iguess.”HewasstilllookingatDracointhatstrangeway.Heprobablyjustfeltsmug,havingrobbedDracoofhisdignity.

“Thiswasjustaploytogetmeintooneofyourhideousjumpers,wasn’tit?”

“Maybe,”Pottersaidwithacheekygrin.“Itlooksgoodonyou.”

Dracosnorted,lookingdownonhimselfoncemore.Itwaslikehewaswearingatent.Potterwasabouthisheight,andwhilehisshouldersmighthavebeenabitbroader,itdidn’texplainwhyhewaschoosingtowearclothesthatlookedliketheycouldfitthathalf-giant,Hagrid.

Draco’seyesroamedPotter’sface,historso…Nowthathethoughtaboutit,itlookedlikePotterhadputonafewpounds.Good.ThethoughtthathisMugglerelativeshadstarvedhimstillmadeDracowanttoscream.ButPotterlookedhealthiernowandDracosuddenlyfeltweirdlygratefulforthat.

“AreyoustillintouchwithyourMugglerelatives?”heasked,unabletostophimself.