Hands shaking, Harry unfurled the second message, which was written very hastily and blotchily in black ink.

哈利颤抖着双手，展开这第二封信，上面用黑墨水草草地写着几行字，纸上污渍斑斑。

Now he watched the purple recede blotchily from Uncle Vernon's face, making it look like badly mixed black currant ice cream.

现在他看着弗农姨父脸上的紫色斑点，这斑点让他看上去像一个没有混合好的黑葡萄干冰淇淋。