You tune-in deeply to your inner chakras and summon a lightning bolt.
The lightning is out of control though and hits some innocent civilians who happen to be walking by. A mob of peasants gathers around and shove that naughty wand up your A..and you are a dead magician now. You lose a life, Harry.
!magicblast
You gather your inner energy and produce a lightning bolt:
The lightning produced by your magic hands would have been great....if your enemy were an ant. The foe laughs at the pathetic spark emitted from your bony fingers and takes you down with a swift counterstrike. You lose a life and your Wizard street-cred!