Гарри Поттер и тайная комната
The Whomping Willow
"Weneedtoseethetraintoknowwhatdirectiontogoin,"saidRon.
"Dipbackdownagain-quickly—"
Theydroppedbackbeneaththecloudsandtwistedaroundintheirseats,squintingattheground.
"Icanseeit!"Harryyelled."Rightahead-there!"
TheHogwartsExpresswasstreakingalongbelowthemlikeascarletsnake.
"Duenorth,"saidRon,checkingthecompassonthedashboard."Okay,we’lljusthavetocheckoniteveryhalfhourorso-holdon—"
Andtheyshotupthroughtheclouds.Aminutelater,theyburstoutintoablazeofsunlight.
Itwasadifferentworld.Thewheelsofthecarskimmedtheseaoffluffycloud,theskyabright,endlessblueundertheblindingwhitesun.
"Allwe’vegottoworryaboutnowareairplanes,"saidRon.
Theylookedateachotherandstartedtolaugh;foralongtime,theycouldn’tstop.
Itwasasthoughtheyhadbeenplungedintoafabulousdream. This,thoughtHarry,wassurelytheonlywaytotravel-pastswirlsandturretsofsnowycloud,inacarfullofhot,brightsunlight,withafatpackoftoffeesintheglovecompartment, andtheprospectofseeingFred’sandGeorge’sjealousfaceswhentheylandedsmoothlyandspectacularlyonthesweepinglawninfrontofHogwartscastle.
