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"But… why would a Chimera suddenly show up there?"
Once they were clear of the immediate danger, Rock finally had time to think. The more he turned it over in his head, the more it didn't add up.
"I'm not sure," Newt said as he helped Rock to his feet. His voice was low. "But it's probably connected to whatever's happening up at the northern glacier. This range is close enough."
Rock nodded slowly. Newt had chosen their campsite carefully after proper scouting. It shouldn't have been the kind of place where something like tonight could happen.
"All right. Let's head back to the guesthouse." Newt took Rock's hand and Apparated them straight there.
"Get some proper rest," he said, patting Rock on the head before heading straight out the door.
Rock watched him go. He knew his grandfather was going to check on a few things. Shaking his head, he grabbed a clean set of clothes and went to take a shower.
Afterward he sat by the window with a book, reading quietly while he waited for Newt to return.
Outside, a steady drizzle had started. Mist was already creeping in around the guesthouse.
"This weather changes even faster than it does back at the manor," Rock muttered, shaking his head before going back to his book.
Newt had been gone a long time. The clock was creeping toward one in the morning when the door finally opened.
Newt walked in looking grim.
Rock stood up at once and poured him a cup of hot tea. "Grandpa, what happened?"
Newt took the cup and drank before answering. "It's worse than we thought. The Auror team that was sent out has gone completely silent."
"What?"
Rock stared. Aurors were the ones who hunted dark wizards and handled dangerous magical incidents. They were supposed to be the best at what they did. For an entire team to vanish without a trace…
"Thor Eriksson and Anders Mickelsen have already gone to the Norwegian Ministry of Magic. I came back first."
Newt let out a long breath. Even he hadn't expected things to escalate this fast.
"What happens now?" Rock asked.
"Most likely they'll have to request help from the International Confederation of Wizards," Newt said. "Thor clearly doesn't want to do that, but he doesn't have much choice anymore."
"So the Chimera ended up here because of all this?" Rock asked.
"Exactly." Newt nodded. "Anders said the northern glacier region has been put under full lockdown. A lot of the magical creatures that lived up there have been forced to migrate. That Chimera probably had its nest destroyed, which is why it was so aggressive."
Rock didn't know what to say. Even a high-danger creature like a Chimera was no match for dragons or a prepared dark wizard.
"Unforeseen disaster…" he muttered under his breath.
Newt gave a short, humorless laugh. That pretty much summed it up.
A knock sounded at the door.
Both of them froze. Newt got up and opened it.
Thor Eriksson and Anders Mickelsen stood outside.
"Mr. Scamander."
Thor looked deeply uncomfortable, like he didn't know where to start.
Anders looked equally awkward. "We came to ask if you'd be willing to help us."
Rock raised an eyebrow. Wow. The Norwegian Ministry really is out of options.
Newt didn't answer right away. Coming here to study creatures was one thing. Getting involved in active operations against a dark wizard was another.
"This is a letter from our Ministry's head," Thor said quickly, holding out an envelope.
Rock caught a glimpse of the tail feather on the seal. Dumbledore's.
Newt took the letter but didn't open it. He looked at the two men. "I'll think it over carefully."
"Thank you. We appreciate it."
Anders tugged Thor away before things could get more awkward.
Newt closed the door and opened the letter. Rock leaned over to read it with him and couldn't help a small laugh.
Dumbledore wrote that Rock didn't need to worry about his opinion—he could come home if he wanted. But the last line was the important part:
Rock's eyes might benefit from that ancient site.
Newt looked at Rock, eyebrows raised. "Your eyes?"
Rock made a face. Of course the Headmaster would phrase it like that. He had no choice but to explain everything—how the Philosopher's Stone had awakened his magical perception, the lines he could see, the way it had developed during the year.
Newt listened quietly, studying Rock's eyes the whole time. When Rock finished, Newt reached out and gently tapped him on the head.
"You didn't even tell us. Be honest—are there any other secrets you're keeping?"
"No. That's the only thing," Rock said quickly, shaking his head.
"Fine. When we get back, I'll prepare a proper thank-you gift for Severus," Newt said with a sigh. He stood up and started gathering their things. "Come on. If Albus thinks that site could help you, we're going."
"Grandpa, we really don't have to—"
"Relax. I've already got a plan to deal with his ritual," Newt said, glancing back with a small wink. "But this is still their territory. We should be careful."
Rock gave him a doubtful look but didn't argue.
The team gathered in the gray light before dawn. Only Thor, Eleanor, and two newly assigned Aurors were present.
It was only then that Rock learned the previous Auror team had also consisted of just two people.
"The location is a stone circle known as the Penitents' Ring in the Jotunheimen mountains," Thor said. "That's where the last two Aurors disappeared."
Penitents' Ring?
Eleanor explained quietly, "Legend says it was once a place where ancient wizards went to confess their sins to the mountain spirits. It's also a major convergence point for abnormal magical energy."
The two new Aurors kept glancing at Rock. They clearly weren't happy that Newt was bringing a child along.
Rock didn't bother looking at them. If they pushed too hard, he and Newt could just leave. They were only here to help.
They set out before sunrise, hiking through snow that hadn't melted in years. The air was brutally cold.
They had planned to move carefully and observe from a distance.
They didn't need to.
The dark wizard was already standing in the middle of the stone circle.
At the outer edge of the ring, the two missing Aurors knelt on the frozen ground in unnatural poses, their bodies completely encased in thick layers of frost.
Solheim stood at the center of the massive stone ring. He wore rough animal pelts stained with dark, unidentifiable marks. Against the black rocks, he was almost invisible.