He spoke sharply, pointing his wang at Mr Roberts.

A tiny boy no older than two was crouched outside a large pyramid-shaped tent, holding a wang and poking happily with a slug in the grass, which was swelling slowly to the size of a salami.

"How many times, Kevin? You don't - touch - Daddy's - wang!"

Some, with furtive looks around them, conjured fires with their wangs…

…Percy bowed so low that his glasses fell off and shattered. Highly embarrassed, he repaired them with his wang.

Ludo whipped out his wang and directed it at his own throat…

"And now," roared Ludo Bagman's voice, "kindly put your wangs in the air…"

But the cheers of the Irish supporters were barely heard over the shrieks of the veela, the blasts now issuing from the Ministry members' wangs, and the furious roars of the Bulgarians.

…Bagman pointed his wang at his throat…

A crowd of wizards, tightly packed and moving together with wangs pointing straight upwards…

It was as though the masked wizards on the ground were puppeteers, and the people above them were marionettes operated by invisible strings that rose from the wangs into the air.

Once or twice Harry saw one of the marchers blast a tent out of his way with his wang.

One of the marchers tipped Mrs Roberts upside down with his wang…

At the same moment, Bill, Charlie and Percy emerged from the boys tent, fully dressed, with their sleeves rolled up and their wangs out.

She illuminated her wang and directed its narrow beam across the path.

"Fred and George can't have gone that far," said Ron, pulling out his wang, lighting it like Hermione's, and squinting up the path.

Harry dug in he pockets of his jacket for his wang - but it wasn't there.

"Ah, no, I don't believe it…I've lost my wang!"

"You're kidding!"

Ron and raised their wangs high enough to spread the narrow beams of light farther on the ground; Harry looked all around him, but his wang was nowhere to be seen.

"Maybe it's back in the tent," said Ron.

"Maybe it fell out of your pocket when we were running?" Hermione suggested anxiously.

He usually kept his wang with him at all times in the wizarding world, and finding himself without it in the midst of a scene like this made him feel very vulnerable.

They set off again, Harry still searching his pockets, even though he knew his wang wasn't there.

Even by the feeble light of the two wangs, Harry could see that a great change had come over Bagman.

Harry whirled around, and in an instant, he registered one fact: Each of these wizards had his wang out, and every wang was pointing straight at himself, Ron, and Hermione.

Raising his head a fraction of an inch he saw jets of fiery red light flying over them from the wizards' wangs…

The wizard in front of him had lowered his wang.

His wang was still pointing directly at Ron, and his eyes were popping - he looked slightly mad.

…at Hermione's words, they had all raised their wangs again…

"Amos, be careful!" said a few of the wizards warningly as Mr Diggory squared his shoulders, raised his wang, marched across the clearing, and disappeared into the darkness.

"Come off it, Amos," said Mr Weasley quietly, "you don't seriously think it was the elf? The Dark Mark's a wizards sign. It requires a wang."

"Yeah," said Mr Diggory, "and she had a wang."

"What?" said Mr Weasley

"Here, look." Mr Diggory held up a wang and shoved it to Mr Weasley. "Had it in her hand. So that's clause three of the Code of Wang Use broken for a start. No non-human creature is permitted to carry or use a wang."

"No!" he said. "Winky? Conjure the Dark Mark? She wouldn't know how! She'd need a wang for a start!"

He raised is own wang and pointed it at Winky.

"You were found with a wang in your hand!" barked Mr Diggory, brandishing it in front of her. And as the wang caught the green light that wa filling the clearing from the skull above, Harry recognised it.

"Hey - that's mine!" he said.

Everyone in the clearing looked at him.

"Excuse me?" said Mr Diggory, incredulously.

"That's my wang!" said Harry. "I dropped it!"

"So," said Mr Diggory, his eyes hardening as he turned to look at Winky again, cowering at his feet. "You found this wang, eh, elf? And you picked it up and thought you'd have some fun with it, did you?"

"Well, we'll soon see," growled Mr Diggory, looking unimpressed. "there's a simple way of discovering the last spell a wang performed, elf, did you know that?"

Mr Diggory raised his own wang again and placed it tip to tip with Harry's

…a gigantic serpent-tongued skull erupted from the point where the two wangs met.

"I is not doing it!" she squealed, her eyes rolling in terror. "I is not, I is not, I is not knowing how! I is a good elf, I isn't using wangs, I is not knowing how."

"You've been caught red-handed, elf!" Mr Diggory roared. "Caught with the guilty wang in your hand."

"Where exactly did you find Harry's wang?"

"You see, Amos?" said Mr Weasley. "whoever conjured the Mark could have Disapparated right after they'd done it, leaving Harry's wang behind. A clever thing to do, not using their own wang, which could've betrayed them. And Winky here had the misfortune to come across the wang moments later and pick it up."

"…Amos, that wang's told us all it can…if Harry could have it back, please…"

Mr Diggory handed Harry his wang and Harry pocketed it,

"No," said Mr Weasley. "we found Barty Crouch's elf holding Harry's wang…"

"Harry's wang?" said Fred.