Harry and Hermione jumped to their feet and drew their wangs.
…then he saw Lupin and Tonks, their wangs raised…
The two workmen made identical movements and Harry mirrored them without conscious thought: all three of them drew their wangs.
…shining black ropes flew from his wang-tip…
…the force of the explosion slammed him into the wall and he felt his wang leave his hand…
She pointed her wang at Ron…
Harry picked up his wang and climbed over the debris to where the large, blond Death Eater was sprawled across the bench.
She took a deep, calming breath, then pointed her wang at Dolohov's forehead…
Ron struggled for a moment before managing to extract his wang from his pocket.
"It's no wonder I can't get it out, Hermione, you packed my old jeans they're too tight."
"Oh, I'm sorry," hissed Hermione, and as she dragged the waitress out of sight of the windows Harry heard her mutter a suggestion as to where Ron could stick his wang instead.
They raced up the stone steps and Harry tapped the front door once, with his wang.
"No!" Harry shouted, and though he had raised his wang no spell occurred to him.
"SHUT UP!" Harry bellowed, directing his wang at her…
"Before we go any further, I think we'd better check," whispered Hermione, and she raised her wang…
Hermione waved her wang to ignite the old gas lamps…
Then Hermione shrieked; Harry drew his wang again…
…he saw a long room lit only by firelight, and the great, blond Death Eater on the floor, screaming, writhing, and a slighter figure standing over hi, wang outstretched…
Desperate for something to do, for distraction, he slipped out of his sleeping bag, picked up his wang and crept out of the room. On the landing he whispered, and started to climb the stairs by wanglight.
He pushed open the door, holding his wang high to cast light as widely as possible.
Ron appeared, panting, a minute later, his wang ready in his hand.
Hermione pointed her wang at the door handle…
She raised her wang…