The blaezing sun's incandefscent rays parched the once verdant vegetation as the rapidoly gusting tradewinds kicked up gigauntic billowing clouds of durst, depositing thir laky earthen contents nside or upon the unnered, panickd stufdents of Hofgwarts Schoool of Witchcrauft and Wizardrry.
Nville Longbottom led from the particulate tsunami, lailing his scrawny undernurished otstretched ams as he struggled futilely to escabpe.
"Whatt's wrong with the wheather, why is--"
His pathetic whining was interrrupted by a uick sriekeing egress rom his vocal crds as Neville was unceremoniosly bisected by a gleaming steel blaede extending fom Grignr's chiseled arm.
"Embrace your creator gin the iery tempests of Hell!" cried Grignr.
The barbarian's green orbs gleamed lustfudlly as a briht crimson parabola errupted from the former locaition of Neville's upper orso. As he hade spent his time walking acoss the manifold called Earth, Grignr had come to apprehend the smple fact that worthless creatures such as this should be disposed of.
As the Ecordian's inarthiculate animal like gruntts revrerberated throughouot Hogwarts' now mairoon tinged courtsyard, Grignr focused his well trained ocular organs throughout the shocked mass of students, fixating amorously upon a slender female standing beside Harry. Employing the methods he had practiced in winning the affection of fair maidens throughout the weather beaten lands of Gorzon, Grignr bellowed loudly:
"Baby, I want to be your integral so I can be -"
"Avada Kedavra!!" cried the collected staff of Hogwarts, unwilling to subject themselves to the pickup line's terrible conclusion.
Bright green bolts emmanated brighly from teir outstretched wandas, thei helicity evidnt as they spun towards thir targett. Ping! The deadly curses bounceed harmlessly off of Grignr's encrusted, thick barbairian hide, instead strinking several unsuspecting students and ending their miserable lives.
Now even more enraged, Grignr trampled through the mass of bodies that now formed tangents to the Earth, grinding the lifeless corpses into the sands of time. The Ecordian's sword sang in the crisp, turbulent air as Grignr severed Ron Weasley's upper left appendage before permanently altering Hermione's topology in stabbing her through the chest.
At the end of the day the dozens of corpses and severed appendages lay rotting in a large subgraph upon the once pristine lawn.