Next second, Quirrell came hurrying out of the classroom straightening his turban.

接着，奇洛匆匆走出教室，一边整理着他的围巾。

They began arming themselves and wearing yellow turbans and they also developed a really catchy slogan.

他们开始武装自己并戴着黄色头巾，他们也打出了一个非常吸引人的口号。

Petrified, he watched as Quirrell reached up and began to unwrap his turban.

他呆呆地站在那里，看着奇洛举起手解下他头上的围巾。

Harry sat bolt upright, his heart pounding, his bandage turban askew.

哈利腾地坐了起来，心嗵嗵地跳着，绷带歪到了一边。

He was black as ebony, and his turban was of crimson silk.

他黑得像一块乌木，头巾是深江色的丝绸做的。

Harry breathed in the funny smell that seemed to come from Quirrell's turban.

哈利闻到一股奇怪的气味，似乎是从奇洛头上的围巾里发出来的。

" Marble palace, green robes made of silk, magnificent turban — you are a sultan."

“大理石宫殿，绿色丝绸长袍，华丽的头巾——你是苏丹。”

" White pants, pointy shoes, and a turban, I must admit, I expected you to look less...human."

“白裤子，尖头鞋，缠着头巾，我必须得说，我原以为你看起来不那么… … 像个人类。”

He was looking very peculiar in a large purple turban. And now there were only three people left to be sorted.

他头上裹着一条很大的紫色围巾，显得很古怪。 现在听候分配的只剩下三个人了。

She mounted a horse. She donned a turban.

她骑上了马。她戴上头巾。