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The
wandlight
showed
him
the
trunk
of
a
thick
tree
;
they
had
chased
Scabbers
into
the
shadow
of
the
Whomping
Willow
and
its
branches
were
creaking
as
though
in
a
high
wind
,
whipping
backward
and
forward
to
stop
them
going
nearer
.
And
there
,
at
the
base
of
the
trunk
,
was
the
dog
,
dragging
Ron
backward
into
a
large
gap
in
the
roots
--
Ron
was
fighting
furiously
,
but
his
head
and
torso
were
slipping
out
of
sight
--
"
Ron
!
"
Harry
shouted
,
trying
to
follow
,
but
a
heavy
branch
whipped
lethally
through
the
air
and
he
was
forced
backward
again
.
All
they
could
see
now
was
one
of
Ron
's
legs
,
which
he
had
hooked
around
a
root
in
an
effort
to
stop
the
dog
from
pulling
him
farther
underground
--
but
a
horrible
crack
cut
the
air
like
a
gunshot
;
Ron
's
leg
had
broken
,
and
a
moment
later
,
his
foot
vanished
from
sight
.
"
Harry
--
we
've
got
to
go
for
help
--
"
Hermione
gasped
;
she
was
bleeding
too
;
the
Willow
had
cut
her
across
the
shoulder
.
"
No
!
That
thing
's
big
enough
to
eat
him
;
we
have
n't
got
time
--
"
"
Harry
--
we
're
never
going
to
get
through
without
help
--
"
Another
branch
whipped
down
at
them
,
twigs
clenched
like
knuckles
.
"
If
that
dog
can
get
in
,
we
can
,
"
Harry
panted
,
darting
here
and
there
,
trying
to
find
a
way
through
the
vicious
,
swishing
branches
,
but
he
could
n't
get
an
inch
nearer
to
the
tree
roots
without
being
in
range
of
the
tree
's
blows
.
"
Oh
,
help
,
help
,
"
Hermione
whispered
frantically
,
dancing
uncertainly
on
the
spot
,
"
Please
...
"
