Ford Anglia
“Wow! Did I just see what I thought I saw?” I gasped to myself as I floated out of the lake. A Ford Anglia was sailing into the Whomping Willow. I winced and flew back inside.
“Nick! There’s a flying Ford Anglia out there, caught in the Whomping Willow!” I shrieked to the Gryffindor ghost at the opening feast.
He snorted. “Yeah, right, Myrtle.” He rolled his eyes and itched his neck.
The Bloody Baron drifted moodily towards us. “Did you know that there’s a Ford Anglia stuck in the Whomping Willow out there?”
Nick looked surprised. “No, we didn’t!”
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