They were wincing as they dabbed essence of dittany onto their many injuries.

哈利拿薄荷花香精涂在他们的伤口上时，他们痛苦地颤缩着。

" —no sword, " said Harry through gritted teeth, as he dripped dittany through the singed hole in his jeans onto the angry burn beneath.

“——丢了宝剑，”哈利咬着牙说，一边透过牛仔裤上烧焦的破洞往红肿的烫伤处滴白鲜香精。