The Final Battle

imma grab it and twist it bro

*Voldermort tries to struggle, but he's too weak. You grab his nose, and twist it. Voldermort's screams echo throughout the battlefield. The gang is stunned, and some of them look like they might throw up*

*Grabs a nearby table and throws it at him*

*The table hits Voldemort and he stumbles backwards. He gets up and points his wand at you. You can see his eyes are full of rage. He's about to cast a spell.*

*Voldemort is still clutching his face, and he glares at you* Voldemort: 'You're a feisty one. I might have to take you as my bride.'