Harry reached the Death Eater now, beaten and broken and out on his feet. Harry flicked and swished, Dolohov’s abandoned wand soared into the air, and Harry shattered it with another blasting curse. Then he took Dolohov by the throat with his left hand, squeezed tight until blood bubbles popped from the corners of his lips, then angled his wand at the Death Eater’s eye lids. Two quick cuts and the skin was quartered. Harry folded the quadrants of floppy eyelid back, then dug in with his fingers until he pulled Dolohov’s eyes from their sockets to dangle against his cheeks.