They moved to the next hole which seemed to include a giant fuchsia mammoth at its center. The goal was to shoot the ball at its...dear Merlin, who designed this thing? On what planet was it acceptable to create a course in which one attempted to shove a golf ball up a pachyderm anus? He slid a side-long glance at Hermione before queuing up his shot. She merely grinned and reminded him, "it's an artist-designed course, love. It's going to be a bit weird."

He narrowed his eyes at the offending sphincter.

Of course the stupid ball struck home.