Harry: Hermione, move! Hermione: Help! Help! Ron: Hey, pea brain! Hermione: Ahhh! Help! Harry: Whoa! Ron: Ew! Harry: Whoa, whoa whoa! Harry: Do something! Ron: What?! Harry: Anything! Howling with pain, the troll twisted and flailed its club, with Harry clinging on for dear life; any second, the troll was going to rip him off or catch him a terrible blow with the club.