"Oh," he said, the memory coming back to him at last. "I dunno…I never noticed it had gone. I was more worried about my wang, wasn't I?"
He slipped his hand inside his robes, reaching for his wang.
Dumbledore lighted his wang and held it up.
He raised his wang into the air and pointed it at the direction of Hagrid's cabin.
Then Dumbledore bent over Krum again, pointed his wang at him and muttered.
Moody was limping toward them, leaning on his staff, his wang lit.
"I'm onto it," growled Moody, and he pulled out his wang and limped off into the forest.
She waved her wang and the lamps went out.
The tip of a wang emerged from around the back of the chair.
He therefore pulled his wang out of the inside of his robes, cast a nervous look around the office, looked back at the contents of the basin, and prodded them.
Dumbledore drew his wang out of the inside of his robes and placed the tip into his own silvery hair, near his temple. When he took the wang away, hair seemed to be clinging to it - but then Harry saw that it was in fact a glistening strand of the same strange silvery substance that filled the Pensieve.
Frowning slightly, he prodded the thoughts with the tip of his wang.
Every now and then, he placed his wangtip to his temple, removed another strand of thoughts, and added it to the Pensieve.
"But…then how could he have held the wang?" Harry said slowly.
Dumbledore was gazing across the room, and every now and then, placing his wang tip to his temple, and adding another shining silver thought to the seething mass within the Pensieve.
…a useful discovery of Hermione's that would make his wang point due north…
Bagman now pointed his wang at his throat.
He pulled out his wang…
He turned right, and hurried on, holding his wang high over his head.
"Point Me," he whispered to his wang, holding it flat in his palm.
The wang spun around once and pointed toward is right, into solid ledge.
He held out his wang, ready to attack, but its beam fell only upon Cedric, who had just hurried out of a path on the right-hand side.
He summoned the happiest thought he could, concentrated with all his might on the thought of getting out of the maze and celebrating with Ron and Hermione, raised his wang and cried…
A silver stag erupted from the end of Harry's wang.
…but he moved on, quickly and quietly as possible, listening hard, his wang held high once more.
There was no sign of red sparks - did that mean she had got herself out of trouble, or was she in such trouble that she couldn't reach her wang?
Finally, he found a new route and started to jog along it, his wanglight waving…
Its thick armour glinted in the light from Harry's wang, which he pointed at it.
"Yeah," panted Cedric. "Yeah…I don't believe it…he crept up behind me…I heard him, I turned around, and he had his wang on me…"
"He'd deserve it," Cedric muttered, but all the same, he raised his wang.
…his beam of wanglight hit an extraordinary creature…
He raised his wang, hesitating.
His wang was telling him he was bang on course…
"Point Me," he whispered again to his wang and it spun around and pointed to the right-hand one.
Harry saw Cedric's wang fly out of his hand…
Harry raised his wang as the spider opened its pincers once more.