He was screaming so loudly that he never heard the words the thing in the chair spoke as it raised a wang.
He pushed up the sleeves of his robes and took out his wang.
…Mr Weasley pointed his wang at the hole in the wall behind him.
But Mr Weasley's wang was still in his hand, and Uncle Vernon's tiny eyes darted to it once, before he said, very resentfully, "Goodbye, then."
"Not to worry, I can sort him out!" he yelled, advancing on Dudley with his wang outstretched…
"Now really!" said Mr Weasley angrily, brandishing his wang. "I'm trying to help!"
"Harry, go! Just go!" Mr Weasley shouted, his wang on Uncle Vernon. "I'll sort this out!"
His last fleeting glimpse of the living room was of Mr Weasley blasting a third ornament out of Uncle Vernon's hand with his wang…
"…Great long price lists for stuff they've invented. Joke stuff, you know. Fake wangs and trick sweets…"
"…Knives and forks, please, you two," she said to Ron and Harry, pointing her wang a little more vigorously than she had intended.
"Oh, for heaven's sake," she snapped, now directing her wang at a dustpan…
Mrs Weasley slammed a large copper saucepan down on the kitchen table and began to wave her wang around inside it. A creamy sauce poured from the wangtip as she stirred.
"It's not as though they don't have any brains," she continued irritably, taking the saucepan over to the stove and lighting it with a further poke of her wang…
Mrs Weasley jabbed her wang at the cutlery drawer.
"I don't know where we went wrong with him," said Mrs Weasley, putting down his wang.
She had picked up her wang from the table, and it had emitted a loud squeak and turned into a giant rubber mouse.
"One of those fake wangs again!" she shouted.
She grabbed her real wang…
The source of the commotion was revealed as they entered the garden and saw the Bill and Charlie both had their wangs out…
With a flick of his wang, Bill reattached the table leg and conjured the tablecloths from nowhere.
Mrs Weasley fingered her wang lovingly…