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When Antonin Dolohov materialized, he realized he had made one very large miscalculation. It occurred very quickly, skimming through his mind in the bare seconds before he became blind as his eyes boiled to nothing and mute as his tongue likewise evaporated. His blood vessels burst even as his skin expanded, ballooning to decidedly uncomfortable proportions.
His body continued to live on for about another minute, but Antonin no longer inhabited it. If he had, the irony that he traveled so far forward in time just to perish seconds before a transport ship dropped out of warp exactly where he had materialized and would have provided him a safe 'landing zone' would have caused curses in his mother tongue to be his dying thoughts.
Instead, just before his brain could no longer function – in the moment he ceased to exist – Antonin thought he probably shouldn't have been so dismissive of Muggle science.
Forgetting to account for the change in location of the earth itself when using the sun as a focal point to determine coordinates in moving so far forward in time… It really was an amateur mistake.
Finally, thought the Q who had stoically watched the wizard die. Pureblood supremacy is done with. The Q sighed, his exhalation forming a solar wind that pressed against the hull of the materialized vessel and forced the dead wizard's corpse up against an observation porthole. A grim smile settled over his features as he heard the hysterical screams from inside the ship. One down, sixteen million idiotic prejudices to go, he thought with a sigh. A Q's work is never done.