Гарри Поттер и тайная комната
The Whomping Willow
Ronunlockedthecavernoustrunkwithaseriesoftapsfromhiswand.Theyheavedtheirluggagebackin,putHedwigonthebackseat,andgotintothefront.
"Checkthatnoone’swatching,"saidRon,startingtheignitionwithanothertapofhiswand. Harrystuckhisheadoutofthewindow:Trafficwasrumblingalongthemainroadahead,buttheirstreetwasempty.
"Okay,"hesaid.
Ronpressedatinysilverbuttononthedashboard.Thecararoundthemvanished-andsodidthey. Harrycouldfeeltheseatvibratingbeneathhim,heartheengine,feelhishandsonhiskneesandhisglassesonhisnose, butforallhecouldsee,hehadbecomeapairofeyeballs,floatingafewfeetabovethegroundinadingystreetfullofparkedcars.
"Let’sgo,"saidRon’svoicefromhisright.
Andthegroundandthedirtybuildingsoneithersidefellaway,droppingoutofsightasthecarrose;inseconds,thewholeofLondonlay,smokyandglittering,belowthem.
Thentherewasapoppingnoiseandthecar,Harry,andRonreappeared.
"Uh-oh,"saidRon,jabbingattheInvisibilityBooster."It’sfaulty—"
Bothofthempummeledit.Thecarvanished.Thenitflickeredbackagain.
"Holdon!"Ronyelled,andheslammedhisfootontheaccelerator;theyshotstraightintothelow,woollycloudsandeverythingturneddullandfoggy.
"Nowwhat?"saidHarry,blinkingatthesolidmassofcloudpressinginonthemfromallsides.
