The flying car careened wildly through the fierce gale like an out-of-control, frenzied dancer, every violent jolt feeling like a brush with death. Harry and Ron's hair whipped about savagely in the wind, plastered across their terror-distorted faces. The needles on the dashboard spun like mad, emitting a sharp buzzing sound that wove together with the howling wind into a harrowing symphony.
After a long while, a low, familiar train whistle echoed faintly from the distance. Harry and Ron's eyes widened instantly, sparks of hope igniting within them like the dawn breaking through the darkness.
"It's the train! We're catching up!"
Chapter 192