Гарри Поттер и тайная комната
The Whomping Willow
Starswereblossomingintheblackness.Harrypulledhissweaterbackon,tryingtoignorethewaythewindshieldwiperswerenowwavingfeebly,asthoughinprotest.
"Notfar,"saidRon,moretothecarthantoHarry,"notfarnow,"andhepattedthedashboardnervously.
Whentheyflewbackbeneaththecloudsalittlewhilelater,theyhadtosquintthroughthedarknessforalandmarktheyknew.
"There!"Harryshouted,makingRonandHedwigjump."Straightahead!"
Silhouettedonthedarkhorizon,highonthecliffoverthelake,stoodthemanyturretsandtowersofHogwartscastle.
Butthecarhadbeguntoshudderandwaslosingspeed.
"Comeon,"Ronsaidcajolingly,givingthesteeringwheelalittleshake,"nearlythere,comeon—"
Theenginegroaned.Narrowjetsofsteamwereissuingfromunderthehood.Harryfoundhimselfgrippingtheedgesofhisseatveryhardastheyflewtowardthelake.
Thecargaveanastywobble.Glancingoutofhiswindow,Harrysawthesmooth,black,glassysurfaceofthewater,amilebelow.Ron’sknuckleswerewhiteonthesteeringwheel.Thecarwobbledagain.
"Comeon,"Ronmuttered.
Theywereoverthelake-thecastlewasrightahead-Ronputhisfootdown.
