This was what it had all been leading to. As Harry stood across from his fated nemesis, he locked eyes and appreciated that all fighting in the area had stopped to watch how this went down.

This fight would end with either Harry, or Voldemort, dead.

So, this was his last chance to ask this.

"Hey, before we get started, there is something I've wondered for a while. Every time I've seen you, you were barefoot. Do you never, like, step on a sharp rock or something?"

"What?" Voldemort looks briefly thrown, then just frustrated for Harry's breaking of the dramatic tension. "No, of course not. Naturally, as a wizard, I am perfectly capable of charming myself to avoid hazards and to maintain a comfortable temperature."

"Okay, but how is that easier than just wearing shoes?"

"I prefer not to. When you are the Dark Lord, you can wear what you want. Honestly, you should just feel privileged that I choose to wear anything at all."

Voldemort revels in the groans that the audience gives at that mental image. Then, to reward the people around him, he continues, "In fact, you know what? Naked time!"

As Voldemort starts to wave his wand to vanish his robes, he is suddenly hit by a flash of green light from behind and falls over dead.

Everyone stared at Lucious Malfoy's sudden betrayal.

"What? No one wanted to see that."