Harry saw each of thee dragon keeper's pull out his wang.
The dragon keepers lowered their wangs and walked forward to their fallen charges…
They hurried to tighten the chains and fasten then securely to iron pegs, which they forced deep into the ground with their wangs.
He was going to be armed with his wang…which just now, felt like nothing more than a narrow strip of wood…
Pausing at a distance from them, he pulled out his wang, and took careful aim.
He slipped his wang back inside his robes, waited until Cedric's friends had disappeared into their classroom, and hurried up the corridor, which was empty of everyone but himself and Cedric.
"Yeah, but…" Harry stared at him. "I'm not allowed a broom. I've only got my wang-"
He spent the rest of the lesson trying to attract small objects toward him under the table with his wang.
He raised his wang once more.
She cleaned the cut with a dab of some purple liquid that smoked and stung, but then poked his shoulder with her wang…
"…her skirt caught fire - she put it out with a bit of water out of her wang."
…the first judge - Madame Maxime - raised her wang in the air.
And now Karkaroff raised his wang. He paused for a moment, and then a number shot out of his wang too…
"Dun' frighten' him, now!" Hagrid shouted as Ron and Harry used their wangs to shoot jets of fiery sparks at the skrewt…
The bell was due to ring at any moment, and Harry and Ron, who had been having a sword fight with a couple of Fred and George's fake wangs at the back of the class, looked up.
"Nose out, Ron, or I'll burn that for you too" said Fred, waving his wang threateningly.