The four across from him had not played by the rules, and Quirrell had no intention of doing so either.
His greatest support was the second Dark Lord, whose very name struck fear throughout the Wizarding World.
But even without being possessed by the other party, he himself was a powerful wizard.
No incantation could be heard. The Alder Wand merely rose casually, forming a translucent, shield-like barrier before the bullets and spells could strike.
Bang—bang—
Quirrell's confused gaze met Batman's, whose left hand had pulled a long silver object from his belt while his right continued firing little sparks.
Bang bang bang bang—
Golden metal bullets struck the Shield Charm's barrier one after another.
"Useless!"
An exceedingly furious voice rang through Quirrell's mind.
How could they leave without exposing themselves?
Yes, seeing that the Shield Charm's defenses were about to break, he no longer wanted anything to do with the four across from him.
Even if it meant disobeying orders, they absolutely had to leave as quickly as possible.
"My honored master, I am doing this for your great plan of resurrection!"
Muttering silently in his heart, Quirrell slammed his wand against the floor.
A thick mass of earth rapidly rose beneath his feet, carrying him diagonally upward toward the trapdoor above.
"Don't go!"
The spells continuously fired by the four below ultimately failed to stop his escape.
"He actually got away."
"That's right, he ran away."
"Why?"
"Who knows?" Vincent shrugged and removed his helmet.
Given a dark wizard's nature, they were bound to seek revenge for any grievance.
Even if he feared Dumbledore, he would not have left so cleanly and decisively.
George lightly tapped his bodysuit with his wand, changing it back into his usual casual clothes.
"Seriously, why did mine look especially big down there?"