He sat down in the only remaining chair but leapt up again almost immediately, pulling from underneath him a moulting, gray feather duster—at least, that was what Harry thought it was, until he saw that it was breathing.
他坐到仅剩一张椅子上,但马上又跳了起,从屁股下面拉出一个掉毛灰鸡毛掸子——至少哈利以为那是个鸡毛掸子,随即发现它居然在呼吸。