Nymphy was now over unfairly losing a point. He wanted to get back into the swing of things, and what better way to do so than with a curse!?!?!
"Locamotor Mortis!" he yelled, flicking his wand at the dummy. Instanly its legs sprang together as if glued. Nymphy then took a leaf and held it up to the dummy's legs.
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