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>Snape picked Malfoy up and whispered something in his ear, then pushed him back onto the Dueling Platform.
>"Serpentsorcia!"
>A snake flew out of the end of Malfoy's wand and advanced on Harry, hissing.
>"This has gone up a notch," thought Harry, "I was just trying to knock him over."
>Suddenly the door to the Great Hall burst open, and Albus Dumbledore, crooked nose, half-moon spectacles, lillac dress robes and all stretched his legs inside
>"Well done Draco, well done Draco, excellent transfiguration" he muttered.
>"HOWEVER"
>He vanished the snake out of existence.
>"Since you and your fellow Slytherins have been performing so well at this little Dueling Club, it's time for a greater challenge."
>"Stand aside Harry."
>Dumbledore took Harry's place.
>"Bow Draco."
>Terrified, Malfoy glanced back at Snape, who wouldn't make eye contact with him.
>Shaking, but with no other option, he bowed.
>Expelliarmus!
>Draco's wand was torn from his hand with so much force it exploded. Draco clutched his bleeding right hand, mangled fingers and all with his left.
>"Now Draco, how about a Lockhart special?"
>"Brackium Emendo!"
>All of Draco's bones dissapeared, and he flopped to the ground, somehow still alive in this cursed state.
>"Crucio!"
>He couldn't scream. He wanted nothing more to scream but his mouth wouldn't open.
>"Wingardium Leviosa!"
>His body was thrown into the crowd, who stepped aside in disgust, as the torture spell kept every synapse in his body firing in exquisite agony.
>"Goyle, you're next!"
>"Avada Kedavra!"
>The light went out of his eyes as he collapsed.
>"Crabbe!"
>"Fiendfyre!"
>He fell shrieking to the floor, engulfed by hellish flames.
>"Bullstrode!"
>"Bombarda Maxima!"
>The crowd shrieked in joy and disgust as her internal organs rained over them.
>"Parkinson!"
>"Petrificus Totallus! Accio Bucket! Wingardium Leviosa! Aguamenti!"
>Face in the bucket, Pansy desperately tried to hold her breath.

>"POTTER! WHAT'S THIS I'M HEARING ABOUT YOU USING DARK ARTS? MCGONAGALL TELLS ME YOU'VE INVENTED YERSELF A NEW SPELL! WHAT'S THAT YOU CALL IT? UNASSIGNO? AND NOW I'M GETTING REPORTS THAT OUR VALID AND RESPECTED TRANS STUDENTS HAVE HAD THEIR GENITAL SURGERY UNDONE! YOU'VE GONE TOO FAR NOW, POTTAH! HOW ABOUT I TINKER WITH YER BIOLOGY NOW! TRISOMIUS! THAT'S THE DOWNS FER YOU, BOY! REASSIGNO! THERE GOES YER TWIG AND ACORNS!" Dumbledore yelled calmly.