“He always did himself well, Lucius. Peacocks…” Yaxley thrust his wand back under his cloak with a snort.

“他总是把自己做（隐藏、隐蔽？）得这么好，路丘斯，孔雀…”亚克西雷哼了一声，便忽地撤回魔杖收到斗篷里面。