.." he began cautiously, "there were a couple of possibilities ... over at that second hand dealer on Bridge Street ... He said he would even take our...old car, and give us a bit of a discount ... but the one that I was looking at, that I think would be perfect, needs a couple of bits sorting on it ... the guy reckons next week or the week after..." Well whatever you think best Peter ... I know next to nothing about cars so I'll trust your judgement on this." He said that if I pop in tomorrow. He needed to place all of his strength and will into the task at hand…kill or be killed. There were no options now. The battle raged on and Harry had just dodged yet another blast from Voldemort’s wand. As Harry had learned, Voldemort’s wand was the brother of his very own beloved wand. Just as he and Voldemort were joined by a curse, in a strange twist of fate, so it seemed, were their wands. Put into simple terms, this made fighting very difficult. Voldemort had returned as strong as he had. At a glance, there was nothing unusual about it. Justa perfectly ordinary green glass bottle, one you could find at anyconvenience store. He picked it up and looked closer.He felt his body tense. Reflected in the glass, a hand clutched a knifejust above his head.Deku jerked to the side. Out the corner of his eye, he saw the bladepassing through the space his head had been occupying a second ago. Hespun, One For All pulsing through his body, and pitched the bottle at hisattacker with all his. He was glad that the pain had caused his erection to subside. “Please describe what you are feeling right now, and what you were feeling during the punishment.”“Well, I am relieved it’s over. It was really painful. And humiliating. I will try to pay more attention to my studies from now on, I promise. Anything to avoid a repeat of this!”“Those are good sentiments. A round of applause for Mr. Rogerson.” The applause was lukewarm at best. The audience could not wait for the next punishee. “Please.