"Pfft—"
The bullet hidden in his shoulder by the Disillusionment Charm was forcibly pushed out by the grinning Quirrell.
He slowly rose to his feet and drew a semicircle before himself with his wand.
Snape's pupils contracted. "Who exactly are you?!"
His answer was a towering tree, riddled with holes and uprooted entirely.
"Sectumsempra—"
The moment his wand touched the incoming tree, it was sliced cleanly in half.
Vincent slightly shifted aside to evade one half, aiming his gun at Quirrell's lower body.
"Pew—"
"Thud—"
The impact concealed the muffled gunshot.
The completely invisible bullet struck his left thigh, close to the knee.
A pair of soul-piercing eyes looked downward.
No blood flowed from the wound, and the pain seemed to delight Quirrell immensely.
Such a dense aura of Dark Magic made Snape frown.
"Who exactly are you?!"
Quirrell did not answer. He merely bowed with great courtesy, issuing a wizarding duel invitation.
The gunshot wounds in his shoulder and thigh seemed not to have affected his movements at all.
"No bleeding, no sensation..."
Vincent, silently analyzing the situation, saw Snape raising his wand and decided to enjoy their duel.
Quirrell took the initiative, sweeping his wand sideways. A patch of swamp appeared where Snape had just been standing.
There was no incantation. It was Transfiguration.
Snape ran while chanting a spell, managing only to slice through the flames surrounding Quirrell.
That hand not holding a wand actually grasped the flames in its palm.
Quirrell lightly blew on them, tossing out a fireball that rapidly expanded as though it had struck something flammable.
Bathed in firelight, Snape gave his wand a slight flick and raised a large mass of earth to block it.
Then countless fallen leaves floated into the air.
"Shield Charm—" He turned, pressing his back against the