The windshield was now trembling under a hail of blows from knuckle-like twigs and a branch as thick as a battering ram was pounding furiously on the roof, which seemed to be caving in.
The storm raged more and more ferociously as the night went on. Harry couldn't sleep. He shivered and turned over, trying to get comfortable, his stomach rumbling with hunger.
It was colder here than up in the main castle, and would have been quite creepy enough without the pickled animals floating in glass jars all around the walls.
" All what? " asked Harry. " ALL WHAT? " Hagrid thundered. " Now wait just one second! " He had leapt to his feet. In his anger he seemed to fill the whole hut. The Dursleys were cowering against the wall.