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Draco too had managed to reach his family inside Scamander's magical suitcase and he fought fiercely against the replica of his deceased wife, to let his father and son a few minutes respite.
Scorpius: "It's a sand creature, dad, I'm so sorry, it's my fault and..."
Draco: "sand? Then to disperse curse is only a temporary solution! Father? We must use "incendio" and shield ourselves behind a water wall!"
Lucius, exhausted, shook his head and both cursed the malevolent famished creature who froze under the extreme heat in a dark glass form.
"I'll tell the others, rest. I'll be back in a minute" said Draco.