You tune in deeply to your inner chackras and summon a lightening attack: 
Your lightening blast is way out of control and hits some innocient civillians that happen to be walking by! A mob of vengeful peasants gathers around and shoves that naughty wand right up your a...And you are a dead magician now. You loose a life, Harry.You died and gobbo ran away. Your next attack will be against the Stage Foe again
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