“Hello, Minister!" bellowed Percy, sending a neat jinx straight at Thicknesse, who dropped his wand and clawed at the front of his robes, apparently in awful discomfort. "Did I mention I'm resigning?”

“Snape raised his wand and pointed it directly at Dumbledore."Avada Kedavra!”

“I’d take that gum out of the keyhole if I were you, Peeves,” he said pleasantly. Peeves paid no attention to Professor Lupin’s words, except to blow a loud wet raspberry.Professor Lupin gave a small sigh and took out his wand.“This is a useful little spell,” he told the class over his shoulder. “Please watch closely.”He raised the wand to shoulder height, said, “Waddiwasi!” and pointed it at Peeves.With the force of a bullet, the wad of chewing gum shot out of the keyhole and straight down Peeves’s left nostril; he whirled upright and zoomed away, cursing.“Cool, sir!” said Dean Thomas in amazement.“Thank you, Dean,” said Professor Lupin, putting his wand away again. “Shall we proceed?”

“I heard from my dear friend Tiberius Ogden, that you can produce a Patronus? For a bonus point...?Harry raised his wand, looked directly at Umbridge, and imagined her being sacked.Expecto Patronum!The silver stag erupted from the end of his wand and cantered the length of the hall.”

“Neville kicked aside the broken fragments of his own wand as they walked slowly toward the door. "My gran's going do kill be," said Neville thickly, blood spattering from his nose as he spoke, "dat was by dad's old wand...”

“Percy wouldn't notice a joke if it danced naked in front of him wearing one of Dobby's hats.”

“And Harry, with the unerring skill of the Seeker, caught the wand in his free hand as Voldemort fell backward, arms splayed, the slit pupils of the scarlet eyes rolling upward. Tom Riddle hit the floor with a mundane finality, his body feeble and shrunken, the white hands empty, the snakelike face vacant and unknowing. Voldemort was dead, killed by his own rebounding curse, and Harry stood with two wands in his hands, staring down at his enemy's shell.”