There's no time to feel relieved that Newt hasn't fallen hard, because with a familiar screech, the final mole digs itself up from behind the younger Scamander, rearing its tentacles and claws at him. Theseus feels the warhammer slip from his hands as he pulls out his wand, pushing back the familiarity of someone he loves about to be attacked by an enemy.
He can't let this happen again. He can't lose--
"STOP!" A pointless yell, but Theseus couldn't stop himself as he sends a paralyzing spell straight at the mole. It's enough to stop it, but the effect will only last a few seconds.
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There's no time to feel relieved that Newt hasn't fallen hard, because with a familiar screech, the final mole digs itself up from behind the younger Scamander, rearing its tentacles and claws at him. Theseus feels the warhammer slip from his hands as he pulls out his wand, pushing back the familiarity of someone he loves about to be attacked by an enemy.
He can't let this happen again. He can't lose--
"STOP!" A pointless yell, but Theseus couldn't stop himself as he sends a paralyzing spell straight at the mole. It's enough to stop it, but the effect will only last a few seconds.