Harry flicked another Slicing Hex at Dolohov’s exposed gut. It tore through his fluttering robe and his flat stomach, tearing a gash so wide and vicious that his intestines spilled out through the opening as he screeched to the high heavens. He fruitless and pitifully tried to gather up his escaping organs and push them back inside his body, but they slithered away from him like greasy balloons.