Quirrell sensed the fatal threat, his eyes widening in terror, his face a mask of despair and fear.
He had never witnessed such overwhelming power, such bizarre and fierce techniques—unheard of in the entire Wizarding World. Instinctively, he tried to dodge, stumbling backward in a panic while waving his wand wildly in a desperate attempt to cast a defensive spell.
Yet it was all in vain. The sheer force of that spear strike left him nowhere to run and nowhere to hide.
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