Hawwy cackled as he zoomed toward the huge concert stadium. There were probably tens of thousands of people in the crowd. There were speakers on each corner of the stadium which shook and rattled as they blasted a Puerto Rican beat. The crowd was bobbing to the screechy voice of Bad Bunny, a Puerto Rican “rapper”. “Dura dura!” Bad Bunny shrieked into the microphone and the crowd roared.
Hawwy covered his ears to stop them from bleeding, leaving the firebolt unattended long enough to plummet toward the stand where Bad Bunny was dancing. Hawwy crashed onto the stage, and Bad Bunny’s “song” screeched to a stop.
Hawwy climbed to his feet and brushed off imaginary dust on his shoulders. Bad Bunny stomped over, his green and black striped haircut waving in the wind. Hawwy whipped around and raised his wand, about to shoot off a killing curse, but Bad Bunny was faster. “Dura Dura Dura!” he shouted. A blast of wind shot from Bad Bunny’s mouth, and Hawwy was thrown back by the force of it. Bad Bunny shouted out a stream of “Dura Dura”, and there was so much force behind each “Dura” that he was lifted off the ground. Bad Bunny flew towards Hawwy, but Hawwy wasn’t dead yet. Hawwy lifted his wand and shot a quick curse at the Puerto Rican. Bad Bunny flopped to the floor, doing the Chicken Dance. Hawwy cackled again and danced beside him. When the spell wore off, Hawwy fired a killing spell toward Bad Bunny, and then suddenly there was no more Bad Bunny.