Then Harry flicked a powerful Incendio spell at the broom of the witch who had spoken. The tail-twigs caught first, and soon the whole thing was aflame, a stark shock of brightness against the night sky. The witch shrieked in high-pitched agony as the flames sped up her robes, much too panicked by the sudden attack to react. Her broom crackled and spat and within less than half a minute split in two. Harry watched the witch slide through the middle of the broken broom, casually observing her wand twirling away in a gust of wind, as she dropped it on her way to falling to the ground, over a hundred feet below ...