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Once more boring.
No inspiration.
Everything repeating.
The most annoying are the 21 (in words: twenty-one) time specifications.

The whole story can be condensed into a few lines. I took a look at the fates of Daphne Greengrass (DG), Luna Lovegood (LL), Hannah Abbott (HA), Draco Malfoy (DM), Ginny Weasley (GW), Harry Potter (HP) and Hermione Granger (HG) and conflated them. Just read the bold lines, in between are only the lists of references.
Have fun.

The executions started with McGonagall kicking …
​ ​ ​ LL: Then, with a sharp jerk, McGonagall kicked the stool away.
​ ​ ​ HA: When McGonagall kicked the stool away, …
​ ​ ​ HP: McGonagalls kick was swift, clinical.
… or allowing her foot to lash out.
​ ​ ​ DG: Then her foot lashed out, sharp and precise.
​ ​ ​ DM: McGonagall foot lashed out.
​ ​ ​ GW: Then her foot lashed out.
​ ​ ​ HG: The foot of McGonagall lashed out.
While the stools clattered away …
​ ​ ​ DG: The stool clattered away.
​ ​ ​ DM: The stool clattered away.
​ ​ ​ GW: The stool toppled with a clatter.
​ ​ ​ HP: The stool clattered away,
​ ​ ​ HG: The stool clattered away.
… the sacrifices enjoyed their drop.
​ ​ ​ DG: Daphne dropped.
​ ​ ​ LL: Luna dropped with a gasp, her legs bicycling wildly.
​ ​ ​ DM: Draco dropped with a choked gasp, his legs flailing wildly.
​ ​ ​ GW: Ginny dropped.
​ ​ ​ HP: and Harry dropped.
The ropes snapped taut …
​ ​ ​ DG: The rope snapped taut.
​ ​ ​ GW: The rope snapped taut.
​ ​ ​ HP: The rope snapped taut with a sickening jerk.
​ ​ ​ HG: The rope jerked taut, snapping my head back.
… and creaked …
​ ​ ​ DG: The noose creaked with each frantic twist.
​ ​ ​ LL: The noose creaked.
​ ​ ​ HG: The noose creaked with each frantic twist, the sound drowning out my choked gasps.
… or cracked wet.
​ ​ ​ DG: A wet crack, not loud, but unmistakable, cut through the air.
​ ​ ​ GW: A wet crack echoed, vertebrae protesting, not breaking.
The victims' faces darkened and colored …
​ ​ ​ DG: Her face darkened first. Not red, purple, then blue.
​ ​ ​ HA: Her face purpled quickly, spit foaming at the corners of her mouth.
​ ​ ​ DM: His face darkened quickly, his lips peeling back in a silent snarl.
​ ​ ​ GW: Her face darkened fast, lips parting around choked, soundless gasps.
​ ​ ​ HP: The crowd roared as his face darkened, veins bulging at his temples.
… and the hanged pupils began to breath in gasps, their chests rising and falling.
​ ​ ​ LL: Her breath hitched, then stuttered.
​ ​ ​ HA: Her breaths came in wet, shuddering gasps, her chest rising and falling erratically.
​ ​ ​ DM: His breaths came in wet, shuddering gasps.
​ ​ ​ HP: His breath came in wet, shuddering gasps, his chest rising and falling in uneven hitches.
While the boys moved unlike the others …
​ ​ ​ DM: Unlike the girls, he fought with vicious, thrashing kicks, his heels striking the air like a spooked stallion.
​ ​ ​ HP: Unlike Ginny’s controlled thrashing or Draco’s furious kicks, Harry’s movements were erratic, desperate.
… did all the girls a workout with their thighs …
​ ​ ​ DG: Her thighs slapped together, then flew apart in desperate, spasming kicks.
​ ​ ​ DG: Her thighs trembled, then clamped tight.
​ ​ ​ LL: Her thighs trembled, then parted with a shudder.
​ ​ ​ HA: Her thighs slapped together violently, then flew apart in frantic, uncoordinated spasms.
​ ​ ​ GW: Her thighs trembled, then slammed together violently.
​ ​ ​ HG: At five minutes, my kicks grew sluggish, my thighs trembling violently before slapping together.
… before they caused their lovejuices to flow.
​ ​ ​ DG: Clear fluid streaked down her inner legs, dripping to join the mess below.
​ ​ ​ LL: A thin trickle of fluid traced down her inner thighs, glistening in the torchlight.
​ ​ ​ LL: as warmth spilled down her legs.
​ ​ ​ HA: A wet stain spread down her inner thighs before the first minute had passed.
​ ​ ​ HA: as warmth gushed down her legs, dripping onto the stone below.
​ ​ ​ GW: as warmth gushed down her inner thighs, dripping onto the stone below.
​ ​ ​ HG: Heat flooded my core, gushing down my inner thighs in slick rivulets.
The Meat Lottery Winners got a bit tired, their kicks weakening to feeble twitches, …
​ ​ ​ HA: At three and a half minutes, her movements grew sluggish, her kicks weakening to feeble twitches.
​ ​ ​ DM: At seven minutes, his movements grew sluggish, his kicks weakening to feeble twitches.
​ ​ ​ HP: At eight and a half minutes, his kicks weakened to feeble twitches.
… but they revived themself with arched spines.
​ ​ ​ DG: At seven, her spine arched violently.
​ ​ ​ LL: At five minutes, her back arched sharply,
​ ​ ​ HA: At four minutes, her spine arched sharply,
​ ​ ​ DM: At eight and a half minutes, his spine arched violently.
​ ​ ​ GW: At seven and a half, her spine arched like a drawn bow.
​ ​ ​ HP: At nine minutes, his spine arched violently.
​ ​ ​ HG: At six minutes, my spine arched without my consent, a final, vicious spasm wracking my body.
While moans escaped their throats …
​ ​ ​ DG: A high, wet whine escaped her throat.
​ ​ ​ LL: A choked moan escaped her,
​ ​ ​ HA: A thin, keening moan escaped her
​ ​ ​ DM: A choked groan tore from his throat
​ ​ ​ GW: A thin, keening moan tore from her throat
​ ​ ​ HP: A choked groan tore from his throat as his cock jerked, spurting thick ropes of semen into the air.
… and with toes curling inward …
​ ​ ​ DG: Daphne's body jerked, her toes splaying wide before curling inward like a bird's talons.
​ ​ ​ LL: her toes curling inward.
​ ​ ​ HA: her toes curling inward.
​ ​ ​ DM: Draco's body convulsed, his toes curling inward as pleasure and agony twisted his features.
​ ​ ​ GW: Someone shouted, "That's a Weasley for you!" Ginny's body convulsed, her toes curling inward
​ ​ ​ HP: His legs pistoned wildly, muscles corded with panic, his toes splaying wide before curling inward.
… they experienced forced pleasure.
​ ​ ​ DG: A shudder ran through her, not pain, but something else.
​ ​ ​ DG: Her mouth stretched in a silent, grotesque parody of pleasure.
​ ​ ​ LL: her body convulsing
​ ​ ​ HA: Hannah's eyelids fluttered, her body shuddering through the last waves of forced pleasure.
​ ​ ​ DM: as his cock pulsed, thick ropes of semen arcing through the air before splattering onto the stone below.
​ ​ ​ GW: A shudder wracked her frame.
​ ​ ​ GW: as pleasure and death twisted together in her final moments.
​ ​ ​ HP: His body convulsed, pleasure and agony twisting his features as the last of his seed splattered onto the stone below.
​ ​ ​ HG: My body betrayed me one last time, convulsing around waves of forced pleasure as darkness swallowed my vision.
Sooner or later it was over …
​ ​ ​ LL: At six minutes, she went limp.
​ ​ ​ HA: By five minutes, it was over.
​ ​ ​ DM: At nine minutes, he went limp.
​ ​ ​ GW: At eight and a half minutes, it was over.
​ ​ ​ HP: By ten minutes, it was over.
​ ​ ​ HG: At seven minutes, it was over.
… and a final twitch was followed by stillness.
​ ​ ​ DG: A final tremor rippled through her limbs, then nothing.
​ ​ ​ LL: A final twitch ran through her,
​ ​ ​ GW: A final jerk, then stillness.
​ ​ ​ HP: A final, violent twitch, then stillness.
​ ​ ​ HG: A final twitch, then stillness.
The bladders released in a sudden gush, urine splattering below.
​ ​ ​ DG: At eight minutes, her bladder released in a sudden rush.
​ ​ ​ LL: then her bladder released in a sudden gush, splattering the stone below.
​ ​ ​ HA: A final stream of urine pattered onto the floor, mingling with the other fluids.
​ ​ ​ DM: His bladder released in a sudden gush, piss splattering beneath him.
​ ​ ​ GW: Her bladder emptied in a sudden rush, urine pattering onto the growing puddle beneath her.
​ ​ ​ HP: His bladder released in a sudden gush, piss splattering beneath his swaying feet.
​ ​ ​ HG: My bladder released in a sudden rush, warmth splattering the stones below.
The heads lolled forward, …
​ ​ ​ DG: Her head lolled, chin resting on her collarbone.
​ ​ ​ LL: Her head lolled forward,
​ ​ ​ HA: Her head tipped forward, her chin resting against her chest.
​ ​ ​ DM: His head lolled forward,
… hair obscuring faces.
​ ​ ​ LL: golden hair obscuring her face.
​ ​ ​ DM: platinum hair obscuring his face.
​ ​ ​ GW: Ginny swayed gently, her flame-red hair obscuring her face, …
​ ​ ​ HP: Harry hung limp, his glasses askew, his dark hair obscuring his half-lidded eyes.
The crowd roared, the applause was deafening …
​ ​ ​ DG: By the time it swelled to a roar, it was deafening.
​ ​ ​ LL: The crowd roared,
​ ​ ​ HA: The applause was deafening.
​ ​ ​ DM: The crowd roared,
​ ​ ​ GW: The applause was deafening, students stomping their feet,
​ ​ ​ HP: The crowd erupted, cheers,
​ ​ ​ HP: The applause was deafening, students stomping, tables rattling under pounding fists.
​ ​ ​ HP: The crowd’s roar swallowed the sound of McGonagall’s footsteps as she turned toward me.
​ ​ ​ HG: The applause crescendoed, someone shrieking, “Look at Granger go!”
​ ​ ​ HG: The roar of the crowd was the last thing I heard, deafening, ravenous, triumphant, …
… and further enhance by whistles.
​ ​ ​ DG: Whistles cut through the noise.
​ ​ ​ LL: someone wolf-whistling.
​ ​ ​ DM: someone whistling sharply.
​ ​ ​ GW: whistles cutting through the din.
​ ​ ​ HP: whistles, someone howling, "Potter’s last gift!"
The next stool waited.
​ ​ ​ LL: The next stool waited.
​ ​ ​ DM: She simply turned toward Ginny, whose stool waited, silent and inevitable.
​ ​ ​ GW: She was already moving toward Harry, whose stool waited, silent and patient as a grave.
​ ​ ​ HG: The last stool waited.

I want to point out that this is a totally handmade work with no support of AI at all.