"There's been a week's worth of headlines in his house-elf being caught holding the wang that conjured the Dark Mark."
"Mad-eye didn't use his wang?"
"Ron!" said Hermione reproachfully and she pulled out her wang…
.he plunged his hand into his robes for his wang…
His wang was out and it was pointing at a pure white ferret.
"No!" cried Professor McGonagall, running down the stairs and pulling out her wang.
Professor McGonagall stared anxiously after them fir a few moments, then waved her wang at her fallen books, causing them to soar up into the air and back into her arms.
Moody reached into the jar, caught one of the spiders, and held it up in the palm of his hand so that they could all see it. He then pointed his wang at it…
Moody jerked his wang…
"Needs to be a bit bigger for you to get the idea," he said, pointing his wang at the spider.
Moody raised his wang again…
Moody did not remove his wang and the spider started to shudder and jerk more violently.
Moody raised his wang. The spiders' legs relaxed, but it continued to twitch.
…and so Voldemort had murdered her too, before turning his wang on Harry…
"…You could all get your wangs out now and point them at me and say the words, and I'd doubt I'd get so much as a nosebleed."
"Our long-term aims include changing the law about non-wang use…"
…Moody cleared away the desks with a sweep of his wang, leaving a large clear space in the middle of the room.
Moody raised his wang and pointed it at Harry…
Harry just had time to see that the door of the carriage bore a coat of arms (two crossed, golden wangs, each emitting three stars) before it opened.
Dumbledore now took out his wang and tapped three times upon the top of the casket.
He took out his wang and gave a great sweeping wave with it.