I’ve done multiple tours in Iraq and Afghanistan—real combat, not some wand-waving fantasy. Special operations isn’t about flashy robes or dramatic speeches. It’s about precision, discipline, and cold efficiency. You drop Bellatrix or Voldemort into an open field, and I’ve got them dialed in from 800 yards with a suppressed .338 Lapua—they wouldn’t even hear the shot. Their little Avada Kedavra hand gestures don’t mean a damn thing when their cerebellum's turned to vapor. Magic spells? That’s sissy shit. You know what works every time? Ballistics, overwatch, and a clean line of sight. You want to duel? Fine. I’ll bring a ghillie suit and a wind meter—you bring your fairy stick. Let’s see whose training wins then.