Oliver jerked when the first house elf touched him. Leaping off the floor, he scooped the poor thing up, pulled back his arm, and hurled it into a glass case. The rebounding elf narrowly missed his head as he bent down for the second one. "Eat Quaffles, you dirty Death Eaters!" he howled as he flung the second one out the door.

The remaining house elves decided that this would be a good time to make a break for safety. As they ran for the exit Oliver launched himself at the closest one, tackling it to the ground. "Let's see you get one by me!" he cried as he punted the elf back into the room. "Your Quidditch skills will be no match for mine, Lord Voldemort!" he said as he posed triumphantly. His eyes had been closed the entire time.