"Panting, Harry fell forwards over the hydrangea bush, straightened up and stared around. There were several faces peering through various nearby windows. Harry stuffed his wang hastily back into his jeans and tried to look innocent."

A magic wang... this was what Harry had been really looking forward to.

"Yes, yes. I thought I'd be seeing you soon. Harry Potter." It wasn't a question. "You have your mother's eyes. It seems only yesterday she was in here herself, buying her first wang. Ten and a quarter inches long, swishy, made of willow. Nice wang for charm work."
"Your father, on the other hand, favored a mahogany wang. Eleven inches. "

"... Today will be a practical lesson. You will only need your willies."

Ron struggled for a moment before managing to extract his wang from his trousers. "It's no wonder I can't get it out, Hermione, you packed my old jeans, they're tight!" "Oh, I'm so sorry," hissed Hermione, and Harry heard her mutter a suggestion as to where Ron could stick his wang instead.

"Don't put your wang there, boy!" roared Moody."


Harry rubbed his wang feverishly until white sparks shot out of the end, which earned him a disapproving look from Fleur.

"Both Sirius and Snape lowered their willies... the unexpected entrance of so many witnesses seemed to have brought them to their senses... "But what's going on?" asked Mr. Weasley. "Nothing, Arthur," said Sirius, who was breathing heavily as though he had just run ...a long distance."


"I had... never heard of such a thing. Your wang performed something unique that night."
"There was a moment, in the graveyard, where Voldemort's wang and mine sort of... connected."

"Well, we'll soon find out, won't we?" said Snape smoothly. "wang out, Potter."

Draco's sleek, black wang. Identical to his father's wang as far as Harry could remember...

'wang' grunted the security wizard at Harry, putting down the golden instrument and holding out his hand. Harry produced his wang.

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-white substance that filled the Pensieve.

Hermione's wang gave a little jerk, but did not leave her hand. The feeble attempt at magic was too much for Harry's wang, which split into two again.

Crabbe and Goyle were standing behind him, shoulder to shoulder, willies pointing right at Harry. Through the small space between their jeering faces he saw Draco Malfoy. "That's my wang you're holding, Potter," said Malfoy, pointing his own through the gap between Crabbe and Goyle. "Not anymore," panted Harry, tightening ...his grip on the hawthorn wang. "Winners, keepers, Malfoy. Who's lent you theirs?" "My mother," said Draco.

Draco whipped out his wang, but Harry was prepared and his wang was in his hand before Draco could react....

"He and all the other Weasleys froze on the threshold, gazing at the scene in front of them, which was also suspended in mid-action, both Sirius and Snape looking toward the door with their willies pointing into each other's faces and Harry immobile between them..."

"Snape lay panting on the ground. James and Sirius advanced on him, willies raised..."

"Are you OK?" said Harry urgently. "My wang," said Ron. "Look at my wang." It had snapped, almost in two; the tip was dangling limply, held on only by a few splinters

"Oh, move over," Hermione snarled. She grabbed Harry's wang, tapped the lock, and whispered, 'Alohomora!"

Harry's wang was vibrating as though an electric charge was surging through it; his hand seized up around it; he couldnt have released if he'd wanted to.

"Come on Harry, whack your wang out." said Hermione.

"As you can see, we are holding our willies in the accepted combative position."

"Lupin drew his wang so fast that Harry had barely the chance to reach for his own"

"There was no need to stick the wang in that hard," he said gruffly, clambering to his feet. "It hurt."

"It's time you learned the difference between life and dreams Potter," said Malfoy. "Now give me the prophecy, or we start using willies." "Go, on then," said Harry, raising his own wang to chest height. As he did so, the five willies of Ron, Hermione, Neville, Ginny and Luna rose to either side of him.

He bent down and pulled his wang out of the troll's nose. It was covered in what looked like lumpy gray glue.

But a reckless rage had come over Harry. He kicked his trunk open, pulled out his wang, and pointed it at Uncle Vernon.

He ran onto the field as you fell, waved his wang, and you sort of slowed down before you hit the ground. Then he whirled his wang at the dementors. Shot silver stuff at them.

"Running to Daddy now, are you? Is his ickle boxing champ frightened of nasty Harry's wang?"

"Your authority!" she sneered, attempting to wrench her hand from his grasp. "You lost your authority when you lost your wang, Lucious!"

"Neville, I'm really, really sorry about this." said Hermione, raising her wang.


"Yes," Harry said, gripping his wang very tightly, and moving into the middle of the deserted classroom. He tried to keep his mind on flying, but something else kept intruding.... Any second now, he might hear his mother again... but he shouldn't think that, or he would hear her again, and he didn't want to... or did he?

Something silver-white, something enormous, erupted from the end of his wang.

"Then he whirled his wang at the dementors. Shot silver stuff at them."

"EXPECTO PATRONUM!" Harry yelled. Nothing happened. Harry gripped his wang tighter and shook it up and down until a thick, whispy white substance prtruded from the end of it.

Then, with a sigh, he raised his wang and prodded the silvery substance with its tip.

He looked up. Riddle was still watching him-twirling Harry's wang between his long fingers. "Thanks." said Harry, stretching out his hand for it. A smile curled the corners of riddles mouth. He continued to stare at Harry, twirling the wang idly.

"Yes, very handsome. And is it working well? I always think willies require a little breaking in, don't you?"

'Get - off - me!' Harry gasped. For a few seconds they struggled, Harry pulling at his uncles sausage-like fingers with his left hand, his right maintaining a firm grip on his raised wang.

Slowly, he drew the Elder wang between his long fingers.

Harry hurried along it, stumbling now and then on the uneven floor, holding his wang out in front of him.

Bellatrix's mouth fell open. Snape lowered himself so that he was kneeling opposite Narcissa. Beneath Bellatrix's astonished gaze, they grapsed right hands."You will need your wang bellatrix," said Snape, coldy. She drew it, looking astonished. "And you will need to move a little closer." he said. She stepped forwards so that she stood over them, and placed the tip of her wang on their linked hands.


"There will be no foolish wang-waving or silly incantations in this class!"

"Just because you can use magic now does not mean you have to whip your willies out for everything!"

"...did things with a wang I've never seen before..."

Harry was half-tempted to place his hands on stout bathilda's backside to ensure that she didn't topple over backwards on top of him, which seemed only too likely. Slowly, wheezing a little, she climbed to the upper landing, turned immediately right and led him into a low-ceilinged bedroom...."Lumos," Harry said, and his wang ignited. He gave a start: Bathilda had moved close to him in those seconds of darkness.

"But if my wang was so powerful, how come Hermione was able to break it?"

Harry was too excited to care: the memory had come back to him at the sight of Krum's wang: Ollivander taking it and examining it carefuly before the Triwizard Tournament.

" I remember every wang I've ever sold, Mr. Potter. It so happens that the phoenix whose tailfeather resides in your wang gave another feather... just one other. It is curious that you should be destined for this wang when its brother gave you that scar."

Harry took the wang. He felt a sudden warmth in his fingers. He raised the wang above his head, brought it swishing down through the dusty air and a stream of red and gold sparks shot from the end like a firework, throwing dancing spots of light on to the walls.

Moody raised his wang, and Harry felt a sudden thrill of foreboding.

"Harry looked down at his own wang. He could see finger marks all over it..."

"Stand back." said Lockhart, who was rolling up his jade-green sleeves. "No-don't-" said Harry weakly, but Lockhart was twirling his wang and a second later had directed it Harry's at arm.

Lost in visions of this happy prospect, he flicked his wang a little too enthusiastically, so that instead of producing the fountain of pure water that was the object of that day's Charms lesson, he let out a hoselike jet that ricocheted off the ceiling and knocked Professor Flitwick flat on his face.

"Manners, Potter," said Snape dangerously. "Now, I want you to close your eyes." Harry threw him a filthy look before doing as he was told. He did not like the idea of standing there with his eyes shut while Snape faced him, carrying a wang.

Severus Snape was pulling off the Invisibility Cloak, his wang pointing directly at Lupin.

He looked down at his wang, which he was still clutching in his hand.

"Why aren't you supposed to do magic?" asked Harry. "Oh, well -- I was at Hogwarts meself but I -- er -- got expelled, ter tell yeh the truth. In me third year. They snapped me wang in half an' everything."


"No!" roared Snape's voice and the pain stopped as suddenly as it started; Harry lay curled on the dark grass, clutching his wang and panting.

He and harry looked at each other before raising their wangs simultaneously.

But even as he shouted, another jet of green light flew at Dumbledore from Voldemort's wang and the snake struck.

"wang weighing?" Harry repeated nervously. "We have to check that your willies are fully fuctional, no problems you know, as they're your most important tools in the task ahead." said Bagman.

Cedric Diggory emerged in his entirety from the end of voldemorts wang, as though it was squeezing its self out of a very narrow tunnel.