They didn't need telling twice. Hermione, gasping for breath, her lip bleeding, scrambled aside, snatching up her and Ron's wands. Ron crawled to the four-poster and collapsed onto it, panting, his white face now tinged with green, both hands clutching his broken leg.
¡°See you in a bit, then,¡± he said, and he left the kitchen.
¡°Mount your brooms ¡ on my whistle ¡ three ¡ª two ¡ª one ¡ª¡±