And Harry placed his wand to the centre of Dolohov’s chest, drew in the biggest breath he could muster, focused all his magic to the pinprick point of his Holly and Phoenix feather weapon ... then blasted a hole so big through Dolohov’s ribcage that it could have housed a whole human head inside. Harry let go of Dolohov’s neck, his body crumpled to the duelling platform where he lay quite still, and utterly dead.