Got that right, LH.

Face to face with the deepest and most immediate evil she had ever seen in the world, Hermione was frozen with fear. Weakly, lost in his deep glowering stare, she wiggled her wand with one finger, and managed to whisper "Williamus Shatneri" in a dry and terrified voice.

The evil spell evaporated, and Voldemere -- the lord of terror, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, the tower of incarnate evil and fear, blinked, overcome by a cloud of insipid dullness that seemed to transform him. He staggered back, and looked around him stupidly.

"Gee!", he said. "What was that? Was that a magic spell? Hey, that was purty good!"

Hermione couldn't believe her ears....


A