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The Whomping Willow
Therewasaloudclunk,asplutter,andtheenginediedcompletely.
"Uh-oh,"saidRon,intothesilence.
Thenoseofthecardropped.Theywerefalling,gatheringspeed,headingstraightforthesolidcastlewall.
"Noooooo!"Ronyelled,swingingthesteeringwheelaround; theymissedthedarkstonewallbyinchesasthecarturnedinagreatarc,soaringoverthedarkgreenhouses,thenthevegetablepatch,andthenoutovertheblacklawns,losingaltitudeallthetime.
Ronletgoofthesteeringwheelcompletelyandpulledhiswandoutofhisbackpocket—
"STOP!STOP!"heyelled,whackingthedashboardandthewindshield,buttheywerestillplummeting,thegroundflyinguptowardthem—
"WATCHOUTFORTHATTREE!"Harrybellowed,lungingforthesteeringwheel,buttoolate—
CRUNCH.
Withanearsplittingbangofmetalonwood,theyhitthethicktreetrunkanddroppedtothegroundwithaheavyjolt. Steamwasbillowingfromunderthecrumpledhood;Hedwigwasshriekinginterror;agolfball-sizelumpwasthrobbingonHarry’sheadwherehehadhitthewindshield;andtohisright,Ronletoutalow,despairinggroan.
"Areyouokay?"Harrysaidurgently.
"Mywand,"saidRon,inashakyvoice."Lookatmywand—"
