"Well, sure, so you can apparate to Draco the next chance you get to finish him off. Like anyone would fall for that." Without moving away from Harry and Scorpius, or even turning around, Albus suddenly starts unbuttoning his costume. "Don't you dare pass him that wand, Scorpius." He peels himself free of the tight lacquer without a moment's hesitation and tosses it behind him, where it slaps against the cave wall with a resounding smack. "Who knows where Eyvind will send him and what he'll make him do once he gets the chance to apparate."