Гарри Поттер и тайная комната

           Ithadsnapped,almostintwo;thetipwasdanglinglimply,heldonbyafewsplinters. 

           Harryopenedhismouthtosayhewassurethey’dbeabletomenditupattheschool,butheneverevengotstarted. Atthatverymoment,somethinghithissideofthecarwiththeforceofachargingbull,sendinghimlurchingsidewaysintoRon,justasanequallyheavyblowhittheroof. 

           "What’shappen-?" 

           Rongasped,staringthroughthewindshield,andHarrylookedaroundjustintimetoseeabranchasthickasapythonsmashintoit. Thetreetheyhadhitwasattackingthem.Itstrunkwasbentalmostdouble,anditsgnarledboughswerepummelingeveryinchofthecaritcouldreach. 

           "Aaargh!"saidRonasanothertwistedlimbpunchedalargedentintohisdoor; thewindshieldwasnowtremblingunderahailofblowsfromknuckle-liketwigsandabranchasthickasabatteringramwaspoundingfuriouslyontheroof,whichseemedtobecavingin. 

           "Runforit!"Ronshouted, throwinghisfullweightagainsthisdoor,butnextsecondhehadbeenknockedbackwardintoHarry’slapbyaviciousuppercutfromanotherbranch. 

           "We’redonefor!"hemoanedastheceilingsagged,butsuddenlythefloorofthecarwasvibrating-theenginehadrestarted. 

           "Reverse!"Harryyelled,andthecarshotbackward; thetreewasstilltryingtohitthem; theycouldhearitsrootscreakingasitalmostrippeditselfup,lashingoutatthemastheyspedoutofreach. 

           "That,"pantedRon,"wasclose.Welldone,car—"