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Two wands hung in the air between them.
Rock didn't even have time to react before he was suddenly flipped upside down and left dangling in midair.
"I yield!" he called out at once, throwing his hands up in clear surrender.
"Your spellwork was solid," Theseus said as he canceled the magic. "You're just still a step too slow."
Newt had already stepped in and caught Rock safely before he could hit the floor.
Rock didn't argue. He really had been too slow on that last exchange.
It had been his own spell, but he hadn't controlled the force properly, and it had cost him precious seconds just trying to stabilize himself.
"You're already doing exceptionally well."
Newt gave Rock's shoulder a firm pat. "When we were your age, we didn't have nearly this kind of combat instinct."
"Still a long way to go," Rock muttered, shaking his head.
Mostly because Theseus had been chaining spells without giving him any room to breathe. If he'd had the chance, Transfiguring something into cover and chaining into another spell might have changed the outcome.
"Lasting this long against me is already more than enough," Theseus said as he walked over, grinning. "Don't tell me you were actually trying to beat me?"
"No way."
Rock shook his head quickly. He wasn't that arrogant.
"Still…" He glanced at Theseus. "The Patronus Charm…"
"I'll teach you," Theseus said, raising an eyebrow. "As long as you can actually learn it."
"I'll need to pull a few strings for the training materials, though."
Newt frowned. "Is that really necessary?"
Dementors belonged to the Ministry. They were used to guard Azkaban. Even if Theseus could get one, it felt like more trouble than it was worth.
"It's not a big deal," Theseus said, waving it off. "We'll send it back when we're done."
Rock didn't argue. He simply started practicing the technique Theseus had shown him.
He kept at it for a long time, but all he could produce was silver vapor. He still couldn't form a proper Patronus. Theseus told him he wasn't channeling enough emotion into the spell.
Rock rubbed his forehead. He was already using visualization, but apparently his emotional intensity still wasn't strong enough.
"It's fine," Theseus said reassuringly. "Sometimes facing real danger is the fastest way to improve."
A Dementor would be perfect for that.
Rock had no choice but to set it aside for now and focus on other things.
He hadn't expected to actually see a Dementor before going back to Hogwarts.
But the very next day, Theseus showed up carrying a large wooden box.
In the basement, only Theseus and Rock were present. Newt had stayed upstairs so Tina wouldn't worry.
Rock walked over and examined the box carefully. His brow furrowed.
The whole thing reeked of rot soaked in stagnant water.
"The box is specially made," Theseus explained quietly. "But it's held a lot of Dementors over the years, so the smell isn't great."
"Held a lot?"
Rock turned to look at him.
"Of course. Different Ministries borrow them sometimes. To keep things safe during transport, they keep them locked in boxes like this." Theseus nodded. "Conservatively, one box can hold about ten."
Rock stared.
So Dementors didn't really take up physical space?
"Ready?" Theseus asked. "I recommend I demonstrate first."
Rock shook his head. With his Engraved Magic Book, he figured diving straight in under pressure would help him gain skill faster. That fit the way he trained.
"Fair enough. Step back." Theseus didn't argue. With him here, the Dementor couldn't actually hurt Rock.
Rock nodded and moved back a few steps. Once Theseus saw he was ready, he pointed his wand at the lock on the box.
In the next instant, the entire basement filled with that awful stench.
The box hadn't even fully opened yet, but the Dementor was already leaking its unique aura into the room.
"Looks like being locked up made it irritable," Theseus warned. "Be careful, Rock."
Rock nodded, wand trained on the box. He could already feel the temperature dropping sharply around them.
Bang—
The lid flew open. A huge cloaked figure slowly rose out. A wave of dead silence hit Rock so hard his mind went momentarily blank.
In that instant, he felt like he'd forgotten how to feel happy.
Theseus moved to Rock's side, wand gripped tightly.
"You good?"
Hearing the question snapped Rock back to himself. He took a deep breath. "Yeah. I can do this."
The Dementor had already locked onto its target — a young wizard radiating tempting life force — and completely ignored Theseus.
It drifted forward slowly, its hood shifting, the edge of its rotting mouth becoming visible.
A strange pulling sensation began to form.
"Expecto Patronum!"
Feeling the growing cold, Rock raised his wand and cast clearly at the Dementor.
A low hum filled the air. The Dementor's aura of death was pushed back as countless threads of silver-white light poured from Rock's wand, streaming toward the creature.
A strange, wailing cry echoed. But the light never fully coalesced into a solid form. The Dementor, seeing an opening, started to press forward.
It had been trapped in that box for too long and was furious. The "food" in Azkaban had lost its flavor years ago.
Rock, standing right in front of it, smelled like a rare delicacy.
The cold and dead silence flooded the room again. Theseus pointed his wand and a bright flash of light shot out.
The Dementor let out a pained wail and retreated straight back into the box.
"How was that, Rock?"
Theseus locked the box again before turning to him.
"It went okay. Harder than I expected, though." Rock's eyes were bright. That single attempt had just given him a full eighty experience points.
"Take a break. Want some chocolate?" Theseus pulled out a piece he'd prepared earlier and handed it over.
"Thanks, Uncle Theseus."
Rock didn't stand on ceremony. He popped the whole piece into his mouth. After a while, the awful feeling finally started to fade.
"Let's keep going, Uncle Theseus."
Rock looked at him, fully recovered. Today, he was going to master the Patronus Charm no matter what.