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With
a
roar
and
an
earth-quaking
tremor
,
another
giant
came
lurching
out
of
the
darkness
from
the
direction
of
the
forest
,
brandishing
a
club
taller
than
any
of
them
.
"
RUN
!
"
Harry
shouted
again
,
but
the
others
needed
no
telling
;
They
all
scattered
,
and
not
a
second
too
soon
,
for
the
next
moment
the
creature
's
vast
foot
had
fallen
exactly
where
they
had
been
standing
.
Harry
looked
round
:
Ron
and
Hermione
were
following
him
,
but
the
other
three
had
vanished
back
into
the
battle
.
"
Let
's
get
out
of
range
!
"
yelled
Ron
as
the
giant
swung
its
club
again
and
its
bellows
echoed
through
the
night
,
across
the
grounds
wehere
bursts
of
red
and
green
light
continued
to
illuminate
the
darkness
.
"
The
Whomping
willow
,
"
said
Harry
,
"
go
!
"
Somehow
he
walled
it
all
up
in
his
mind
,
crammed
it
into
a
small
space
into
which
he
could
not
look
now
:
thoughts
of
Fred
and
Hagrid
,
and
his
terror
for
all
the
people
he
loved
,
scattered
in
and
outside
the
castle
,
must
all
wait
,
because
they
had
to
run
,
had
to
reach
the
snake
and
Voldemort
,
because
that
was
,
as
Hermione
said
,
the
only
way
to
end
it
--
He
sprinted
,
half-believing
he
could
outdistance
death
itself
,
ignoring
the
jets
of
light
flying
in
the
darkness
all
around
him
,
and
the
sound
of
the
lake
crashing
like
the
sea
,
and
the
creaking
of
the
Forbidden
Forest
though
the
night
was
windless
;
through
grounds
that
seemed
themselves
to
have
risen
in
rebellion
,
he
ran
faster
than
he
had
ever
moved
in
his
life
,
and
it
was
he
who
saw
the
great
tree
first
,
the
Willow
that
protected
the
secret
at
its
roots
with
whiplike
,
slashing
branches
.
Panting
and
gasping
,
Harry
slowed
down
,
skirting
the
willow
's
swiping
branches
,
peering
through
the
darkness
toward
its
tick
trunk
,
trying
to
see
the
single
knot
in
the
bark
of
the
old
tree
that
would
paralyze
it
.
Ron
and
Hermione
caught
up
,
Hermione
so
out
of
breath
that
she
could
not
speak
.
"
How
--
how
're
we
going
to
get
in
?
"
panted
Ron
.
"
I
can
--
see
the
place
--
if
we
just
had
--
Crookshanks
again
--
"
"
Crookshanks
?
"
wheezed
Hermione
,
bent
double
,
clutching
her
chest
.
"
Are
you
a
wizard
,
or
what
?
"
"
Oh
--
right
--
yeah
--
"
Ron
looked
around
,
then
directed
his
wand
at
a
twig
on
the
ground
and
said
"
Wingardium
Leviosa
!
"
The
twig
flew
up
from
the
ground
,
spun
through
the
air
as
if
caught
by
a
gust
of
wind
,
then
zoomed
directly
at
the
trunk
through
the
Willow
's
ominously
swaying
branches
.
It
jabbed
at
a
place
near
the
roots
,
and
at
once
,
the
writhing
tree
became
still
.
"
Perfect
!
"
panted
Hermione
.
