"No! Get your filthy hands off of me, you half-breeds!" I shout. Sorry for the language, but my ancestors always used it, and I guess it just caught on. Coddy spat her venom at every wizard she could reach, and by that, I mean EVERY SINGLE ONE. You see, cobra's spitting range is incredibly far. They all fell, twisting with agony, as Coddy wrapped herself around some other unfortunate Aurors, suffocating them. Coddy is around 2 meters long, so she tends to do that move a lot to the other alley kids who bully me. I start running, carrying Coddy in my arms. I have become a very fit person, and I run quickly. But, of course, although I am a relative of Tom Marvolo Riddle (aka Lord Voldemort), I have not inherited the ability to fly. They catch up easily, flying on brooms. "Stupefy! Stupefy! Stupefy!!" I yell, managing to hit many officers and Ministry workers. "Petrificus Totalus!" I hear someone yell, and I immediately fall, face first onto the pavement.