“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!”
