Black shapes were emerging out of thin air, a dozen lit wang tips pointing directly at their hearts…
'Now give me the prophecy, or we start using wangs.'
'Go on, then,' said Harry, raising his own wang to chest height. As he did so, the five wangs of Ron, Hermione, Neville, Ginny and Luna rose on either side of him.
A jet of red light had shot from the end of Bellatrix Lestrange's wang…
Harry saw the knees of the Death Eaters bend; poking his wang out from under the desk…
…the second Death Eater, however, had leapt aside to avoid Harry's spell and was pointing his won wang at Hermione…
Neville overturned a desk in his anxiety to help; and pointing his wang wildly at the struggling pair, he cried…
Both Harry and the Death Eater's wangs flew out of their hands…
The Death Eater had snatched up his wang, which lay on the floor beside the glittering bell jar.
The jet of red light hit the Death Eater in the middle of his chest: he froze, his arm still raised, his wang fell to the floor with a clatter and he collapsed backwards towards the bell jar.
'Accio wang!' cried Hermione. Harry's wang flew from a dark corner into her hand and she threw it to him.
All three of them raised their wangs again, but none of them struck…
Harry raised his wang but to his amazement Hermione seized his arm.
But the Death Eater Hermione had just struck dumb made a sudden slashing movement with his wang…
Harry fell to his knees beside her as Neville crawled rapidly towards her from under the desk, his wang held up in front of him. The Death Eater kicked out hard at Neville's head as he emerged - his foot broke Neville's wang in two and connected with his face.
Harry twisted around, his own wang held high, and saw that the Death Eater had ripped off his mask and was pointing his wang directly at Harry…
'Wait,' said Harry, snatching up Hermione's wang from the floor and shoving it into Neville's hand.
Neville kicked aside the broken fragments of his own wang as they walked slowly towards the door.
'My gran's going do kill be,' said Neville thickly, blood spurting from his nose as he spoke, 'dat was by dad's old wang.'
'Ron, get out of the way, get down -'
But Ron had already pointed his wang at the tank.
'STUBEFY!' shouted Neville, wheeling around and waving Hermione's wang at the oncoming Death Eaters, 'STUBEFY, STUBEFY!'
One was bleeding badly; Dolohov was leering, his wang pointing straight at Harry's face.
Harry's heart sank; Neville was scrambling down the stone benches towards them, Hermione's wang held fast in his trembling hand.
'STUBEFY!' Neville shouted again, pointing his wang at each of the Death Eaters in turn.
'DON'D GIB ID DO DEM!' roared Neville, who seemed beside himself, kicking and writhing as Bellatrix drew nearer to him and his captor, her wang raised. 'DON'D GIB ID DO DEM, HARRY!' Bellatrix raised her wang.
'That was just a taster!' said Bellatrix, raising her wang so that Neville's screams stopped and he lay sobbing at her feet.
Malfoy turned, and raised his wang, but Tonks had already sent a Stunning Spell at him.
He turned his wang backwards towards the man's side…
Neville had come lunging out of nowhere; he had jabbed Hermione's wang hard into the eyehole of the Death Eater's mask.
'Thanks!' Harry said to Neville, pulling hi aside as Sirius and his Death Eater lurched past, duelling so fiercely that their wangs were blurs…
Now Sirius and Dolohov were duelling, their wangs flashing like swords, sparks flying from their wang tips -
Dolohov drew back his wang to make the same slashing movement he had used on Harry and Hermione.
…Harry felt the tip of Malfoy's wang pressing hard between his ribs.
Malfoy pointed the wang instead at Neville, but Harry jabbed his own wang back over his shoulder and yelled…
Malfoy aimed his wang at Harry and Neville again, but before he could draw breath to strike, Lupin had jumped between them.
Directly above them, framed in the doorway from the Brain Room, stood Album Dumbledore, his wang aloft, his face white and furious.
He was jumping down the steps again, pulling out his wang, as Dumbledore, too, turned towards the dais.