It hit Neville and Luna first, and then with the sound of tearing flesh and torn-up fabric, hit the rest of the room, so powerful that once it had cleaved through all the bodies behind Nevile and Luna, it gouged a huge slash into the walls and doors behind them, and then dissipated. Neville felt it slice through his chest, ripping through his insides cleanly, but he felt no pain—he was transfixed, horrified, staring at Hermione, at the creature her hate had turned her into. He fell heavily to the ground, and did not hear or see the shockwave impact the rest of the congregation, whose bloodthirsty cries had been swiftly cut off.