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Weasleys face. Harry took off his glasses and put them safely in his pocket before helping himself to Floo powder. It definitely wasnt his favorite way to travel. T CHAPTER FIVE THE WHOMPING WILLOW he end of the summer vacation came too quickly for Harrys liking. He was looking forward to getting back to Hogwarts, but his month at the Burrow had been the happiest of his life. It was difficult not to feel jealous of Ron when he thought of the Dursleys and the sort of welcome he could expect next time he turned up on Privet Drive. On their last evening, Mrs. Weasley conjured up a sumptuous dinner that included all of Harrys favorite things, ending with a mouthwatering treacle pudding. Fred and George rounded off the evening with a display of Filibuster fireworks; they filled the kitchen with red and blue stars that bounced from ceiling to wall for at least half an hour. Then it was time for a last mug of hot chocolate and bed. It took a long while to get started next morning. They were up at dawn, but somehow they still seemed to have a great deal to do. Mrs. Weasley dashed about in a bad mood looking for spare socks and quills; people kept colliding on the stairs, half-dressed with bits of toast in their hands; and Mr. Weasley nearly broke his neck, tripping over a stray chicken as he crossed the yard carrying Ginnys trunk to the car. Harry couldnt see how eight people, six large trunks, two owls, and a rat were going to fit into one small Ford Anglia. He had reckoned, of course, without the special features that Mr. Weasley had added. Not a word to Molly, he whispered to Harry as he opened the trunk and showed him how it had been magically expanded so that the luggage fitted easily. When at last they were all in the car, Mrs. Weasley glanced into the back seat, where Harry, Ron, Fred, George, and Percy were all sitting comfortably side by side, and said, Muggles do know more than we give them credit for, dont they. She and Ginny got into the front seat, which had been stretched so that it resembled a park bench. I mean, youd never know it was this roomy from the outside, would you. Weasley started up the engine and they trundled out of the yard, Harry turning back for a last look at the house. He barely had time to wonder when hed see it again when they were back - George had forgotten his box of Filibuster fireworks. Five minutes after that, they skidded to a halt in the yard so that Fred could run in for his broomstick. They had almost reached the highway when Ginny shrieked that shed left her diary. By the time she had clambered back into the car, they were running very late, and tempers were running high. Weasley glanced at his watch and then at his wife. Molly, dear - No, Arthur - No one would see - this little button here is an Invisibility Booster I installed - thatd get us up in the air - then we fly above the clouds. Wed be there in ten minutes and no one would be any the wiser - I said no, Arthur, not in broad daylight - They reached Kings Cross at a quarter to eleven. Weasley dashed across the road to get trolleys for their trunks and they all hurried into the station. Harry had caught the Hogwarts Express the previous year. The tricky part was getting onto platform nine and three-quarters, which wasnt visible to the Muggle eye. What you had to do was walk through the solid barrier dividing platforms nine and ten. It didnt hurt, but it had to be done carefully so that none of the Muggles noticed you vanishing. Percy first, said Mrs. Weasley, looking nervously at the clock overhead, which showed they had only five minutes to disappear casually through the barrier. Percy strode briskly forward and vanished. Weasley went next; Fred and George followed. Ill take Ginny and you two come right after us, Mrs. Weasley told Harry and Ron, grabbing Ginnys hand and setting off. In the blink of an eye they were gone. Lets go together, weve only got a minute, Ron said to Harry. Harry made sure that Hedwigs cage was safely wedged on top of his trunk and wheeled his trolley around to face the barrier. He felt perfectly confident; this wasnt nearly as uncomfortable as using Floo powder. Both of them bent low over the handles of their trolleys and walked purposefully toward the barrier, gathering speed. A few feet away from it, they broke into a run and - CRASH. Both trolleys hit the barrier and bounced backward; Rons trunk fell off with a loud thump, Harry was knocked off his feet, and Hedwigs cage bounced onto the shiny floor, and she rolled away, shrieking indignantly; people all around them stared and a guard nearby yelled, What in blazes dyou think youre doing. Lost control of the trolley, Harry gasped, clutching his ribs as he got up. Ron ran to pick up Hedwig, who was causing such a scene that there was a lot of muttering about cruelty to animals from the surrounding crowd. Why cant we get through. Harry hissed to Ron. I dunno - Ron looked wildly around. A dozen curious people were still watching them. Were going to miss the train, Ron whispered. I dont understand why the gateways sealed itself - Harry looked up at the giant clock with a sickening feeling in the pit of his stomach. Ten seconds. nine seconds. He wheeled his trolley forward cautiously until it was right against the barrier and pushed with all his might. The metal remained solid. Three seconds. two Apex summit synonym. one second. Its gone, said Ron, sounding stunned. The trains left. What if Mum and Dad cant get back through to us. Have you got any Muggle money. Harry gave a hollow laugh. The Dursleys havent given me pocket money for about six years. Ron pressed his ear to the cold barrier. Cant hear a thing, he said tensely. Whatre we Apex summit synonym to update february pubg. I dont know how long itll take Mum and Dad to get click here to us. They looked around. People were still watching them, mainly because of Hedwigs continuing screeches. I think wed better go and wait by the car, said Harry. Were attracting too much atten - Harry. said Ron, his eyes gleaming. The car. What about it. We can fly the car to Hogwarts. But I thought - Were stuck, right. And weve got to get to school, havent we. And even underage wizards are allowed to use magic if its a real emergency, section nineteen or something of the Restriction of Thingy - But your mum and dad. said Harry, pushing against the barrier again in the vain hope that it would give way. How will they get home. They dont need the car. said Ron impatiently. They know how to Apparate. You know, just vanish and reappear at home. They only bother with Floo powder and the car because were all underage and were not allowed to Apparate yet. Harrys feeling of panic turned suddenly to excitement. Can you fly it. No problem, said Ron, wheeling his trolley around to face the exit. Cmon, lets go. If we hurry well be able to follow the Hogwarts Express - And they marched off through the crowd of curious Muggles, out of the station and back onto the side road where the old Ford Anglia was parked. Ron unlocked the cavernous trunk with a series of taps from his wand. They heaved their luggage back in, put Hedwig on the back seat, and got into the front. Check that no ones watching, said Ron, starting the ignition with another tap of his wand. Harry stuck his head out of the window: Traffic was rumbling along the main road ahead, but their street was empty. Okay, he said. Ron pressed a tiny silver button on the dashboard. The car around them vanished - and so did they. Harry could feel the seat vibrating beneath him, hear the engine, feel his hands on his knees and his glasses on his nose, but for all he could see, he had become a pair of eyeballs, floating a few feet above the ground in a dingy street full of parked cars. Lets go, said Rons voice from his right. And the ground and the dirty buildings on either side fell away, dropping out of sight as the car rose; in seconds, the whole of London lay, smoky and glittering, below them. Then there was a popping noise and the car, Harry, and Ron reappeared. Uh-oh, said Ron, jabbing at the Invisibility Booster. Its faulty - Both of them pummeled it. The car vanished. Then it flickered back again. Hold on. Ron yelled, and he slammed his foot on the accelerator; they shot straight into the low, woolly clouds and everything turned dull and foggy. Now what. said Harry, blinking at the solid mass of cloud pressing in on them from all sides. We need to see the train to know what direction to go in, said Ron. Dip back down again - quickly - They dropped back beneath the clouds and twisted around in their seats, squinting at the ground. I can see it. Harry yelled. Right ahead - there. The Hogwarts Express was streaking along below them like a scarlet snake. Due north, said Ron, checking the compass on the dashboard. Okay, well just have to check on it every half hour or so - hold on - And they shot up through the clouds. A minute later, they burst out into a blaze of sunlight. It was a different world. The wheels of the car skimmed the sea of fluffy cloud, the sky a bright, endless blue under the blinding white sun. All weve got to worry about now are airplanes, said Ron. They looked at each other and started to laugh; for a long time, they couldnt stop. It was as though they had been plunged into a fabulous dream. This, thought Harry, was surely the only way to travel - past swirls and turrets of snowy cloud, in a car full of hot, bright sunlight, with a fat pack of toffees in the glove compartment, and the prospect of seeing Freds and Georges jealous faces when they landed smoothly and spectacularly on the sweeping lawn in front of Hogwarts castle. They made regular checks on the train as they flew farther and farther north, each dip beneath the clouds showing them a different view. London was soon far behind them, replaced by neat green fields that gave way in turn to wide, purplish moors, a great city alive with cars like multicolored ants, villages with tiny toy churches. Several uneventful hours later, however, Harry had to admit that some of the fun was wearing off. The toffees had made them extremely thirsty and they had nothing to drink. He and Ron had pulled off their sweaters, but Harrys T-shirt was sticking to the back of his seat and his glasses kept sliding down to the end of his sweaty nose. He had stopped noticing the fantastic cloud shapes now and was thinking longingly of the train miles below, where you could buy ice-cold pumpkin juice from a trolley pushed by a plump witch. Why hadnt they been able to get onto platform nine and threequarters. Cant be much further, can it. croaked Ron, hours later still, as the sun started to sink into their floor of cloud, staining it a deep pink. Ready for another check on the train. It was still right below them, winding its way past a snowcapped mountain. It was much darker beneath the canopy of clouds. Ron put his foot on the accelerator and drove them upward again, but as he did aphex twin unreleased, the engine began to whine. Harry and Ron exchanged nervous glances. Its probably just tired, said Ron. Its never been this far before. And they both pretended not to notice the whining growing louder and louder as the sky became steadily darker. Stars were blossoming in https://strategygames.cloud/steam-deck/steam-deck-oled-vs-rog-ally-vs-legion-go.php blackness. Harry pulled his sweater back on, trying to ignore the way the windshield wipers were now waving feebly, as though in protest. Not far, said Ron, more to the car than to Harry, not far now, and he patted the dashboard nervously. When they flew back beneath the clouds a little while later, they had to squint through the darkness for a landmark they knew. There. Harry shouted, making Ron and Hedwig jump. Straight ahead. Silhouetted on the dark horizon, high on the cliff over the lake, stood the many turrets and towers of Hogwarts castle. But the car had begun to shudder and was losing speed. Come on, Ron said cajolingly, giving the steering wheel a little shake, nearly there, come on - The engine groaned. Narrow jets of steam good call of duty repo log logically issuing from under the hood. Harry found himself gripping the edges of his seat very hard as they flew toward the lake. The car gave a nasty wobble. Glancing out of his window, Harry saw the smooth, black, glassy surface of the water, a mile below. Rons knuckles were white on the steering wheel. The car wobbled again. Come on, Ron muttered. They were over the lake - the castle was right ahead - Ron put his foot down. There was a loud clunk, a splutter, and the engine died completely. Uh-oh, said Ron, into the silence. The nose of the car dropped. They were falling, gathering speed, heading straight for the solid castle wall. Noooooo. Ron yelled, swinging the steering wheel around; they missed the dark stone wall by inches as the car turned in a great arc, soaring over the dark greenhouses, then the vegetable patch, and then out over the black lawns, losing altitude all the time. Ron let go of the steering wheel completely and pulled his wand out of his back pocket - STOP. STOP. he yelled, whacking the dashboard and the windshield, but they were still plummeting, the ground flying up toward them - WATCH OUT FOR THAT TREE. Harry bellowed, lunging for the steering wheel, but too late - CRUNCH. With an earsplitting bang of metal on wood, they hit the thick tree trunk and dropped to the ground with a heavy jolt. Steam was billowing from under the crumpled hood; Hedwig was shrieking in terror; a golf-ball-sized lump was throbbing on Harrys head where he had hit the windshield; and to his right, Ron let out a low, despairing groan. Are you okay. Harry said urgently. My wand, said Ron, in a shaky voice. Look at my wand - It had snapped, almost in two; the tip was dangling limply, held on by a few splinters. Harry opened his mouth to say he was sure theyd be able to mend it up at the school, but he never even got started. At that very moment, something hit his side of the car with the force of a charging bull, sending him lurching sideways into Ron, just as an equally heavy blow hit the roof. Whats happen -. Ron gasped, staring through the windshield, and Harry looked around just in time to see a branch as thick as a python smash into it. The tree they had hit was attacking them. Its trunk was bent almost double, and its gnarled boughs were pummeling every inch of the car it could reach. Aaargh. said Ron as another twisted limb punched a large dent into his door; the windshield was now trembling under a hail of blows from knucklelike twigs and a branch as thick as a battering ram was pounding furiously on the roof, which seemed to be caving - Run for it. Ron shouted, throwing his full weight against his door, but next second he had been knocked backward into Harrys lap by a vicious uppercut from another branch. Were done for. he moaned as the ceiling sagged, but suddenly the floor of the car was vibrating - the engine had restarted. Reverse. Harry yelled, and the car shot backward; the tree was still trying to hit them; they could hear its roots creaking as it almost ripped itself up, lashing out at them as they sped out of reach. That, panted Ron, was close. Well done, car - The car, however, had reached the end of its tether. With two sharp clunks, the doors flew open and Harry felt his seat tip sideways: Next thing he knew he was sprawled on the damp ground. Loud thuds told him that the car was ejecting their luggage from the trunk; Hedwigs cage flew through the air and burst open; she rose out of it with an angry screech and sped off toward the castle without a backward look. Then, dented, scratched, and steaming, the car rumbled off into the darkness, its rear lights blazing angrily. Come back. Ron yelled after it, brandishing his broken wand. Dadll kill me. But the car disappeared from view with one last snort from its exhaust. Can you believe our luck. said Ron miserably, bending down to pick up Scabbers. Of all the trees we couldve hit, we had to get one that hits back. He glanced over his shoulder at the ancient tree, which was still flailing its branches threateningly. Come on, said Harry wearily, wed better get up to the school. It wasnt at all the triumphant arrival they had pictured. Stiff, cold, and bruised, they seized the ends of their trunks and began dragging them up the grassy slope, toward the great oak front doors. I think the feasts already started, said Ron, dropping his trunk at the foot of the front steps and crossing quietly to look through a brightly lit window. Hey - Harry - come and look - its the Sorting. Harry hurried over and, together, he and Ron peered in at the Great Hall. Innumerable candles were hovering in midair over four long, crowded tables, making the golden plates and goblets sparkle. Overhead, the bewitched ceiling, which always mirrored the sky outside, sparkled with stars. Through the forest of pointed black Hogwarts hats, Harry saw a long line of scared-looking first years filing into the Hall. Ginny was among them, easily visible because of her vivid Weasley hair. Meanwhile, Professor McGonagall, a bespectacled witch with her hair in a tight bun, was placing the famous Hogwarts Sorting Hat on a stool before the newcomers. Every year, this aged old hat, patched, frayed, and dirty, sorted new students into the four Hogwarts Houses (Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin). Harry well remembered putting it on, exactly one year ago, and waiting, petrified, for its decision as it muttered aloud in his ear. For a few horrible seconds he had feared that the hat was going to put him in Slytherin, the House that had turned out more Dark witches and wizards than any other - but he had ended up in Gryffindor, along with Ron, Hermione, and the rest of the Weasleys. Last term, Harry and Ron had helped Gryffindor win the House Championship, beating Slytherin continue reading the first time in seven years. A very small, mousy-haired boy had been called forward to place the hat on his head. Harrys eyes wandered past him to where Professor Dumbledore, the headmaster, sat watching the Sorting from the staff table, his long silver beard and half-moon glasses shining brightly in the candlelight. Several seats along, Harry saw Gilderoy Lockhart, dressed in robes of aquamarine. And there at the end was Hagrid, huge and hairy, drinking deeply from his goblet. Hang on. Harry muttered to Ron. Theres an empty chair at the staff table. Wheres Snape. Professor Severus Snape was Harrys least favorite teacher. 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A delicious smell of food was wafting from the Great Hall, but Snape led them away from the warmth and light, down a narrow stone staircase that led into the dungeons. he said, opening a door halfway down the cold passageway and pointing. They entered Snapes office, shivering. The shadowy walls were lined with shelves of large glass jars, in which floated all manner of revolting things Harry didnt really want to know the name of at the moment.
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