Cursing to himself again, Harry looked down at the smouldering remains of his shoes as he pulled the Ford Angelina up and into a rising spiral to avoid not just the Horntail's teeth and tail, but the gout of flame as well.
"why is it always my shoes?" He moaned to himself "Seriously, every year, I need new shoes"
Then, pulling what any fighter pilot would describe as a 'split-S turn', he floored the accelerator and dove the car towards the Dragon that was still chained to the floor of the arena.
"Right, gotta time this just right........Accio Firebolt"
He hauled himself half out of the window , to sit on the window-still, privately thanking Dudley for watching the Dukes of Hazard, or he would never have thought of driving like this. A few careful adjustments in direction and his right hand snapped out, grabbing his Firebolt as it flashed past.
"Never thought I'd be thanking Wood for all that training. One handed pull-ups from our broomsticks really DID come in useful"
A twist and then leaning back, he pulled his Firebolt out of it's dive, as the Ford, honking and flashing it's lights, fell from the heavens like a thunderbolt, to impact upon the Horntail. Who protested in the best way it could, by scattering chunks of itself around the arena. Then the Ford Angelina exploded.