The timing had worked out quite nicely. Terrence wasn't sure when exactly Anthony had set the egg, since he hadn't bothered to calculate the thawing time of an Ashwinder egg himself. But as he had expected, Anthony knew quite a bit about the things, enough to use them properly.
He'd picked an excellent accomplice indeed.
"Hell no," Terrence said, laughing. In his pockets, he was carrying multiple Portkeys, one that would leave at nine-thirty, one just after ten, and another at ten-thirty. "But we can watch and laugh from a safe distance. Come on."
Destroyed the point, a bit, and Terrence really would have loved to stay and see the show. But he wanted to be alive and safe to laugh about it, not worrying about how to escape.