The Purpose of the Family Crest

"Spit it out—"

Amosta's indifferent gaze fell upon the Basilisk as he spoke calmly.

Hiss—

The ferocious Basilisk flicked its tongue, and its hissing sounded somewhat aggrieved.

Salazar Slytherin was this Basilisk's creator. To it, Slytherin was like a father. It had obeyed Slytherin's instructions and remained in the Chamber of Secrets for a thousand years. Throughout those long years, it was only occasionally, when Slytherin's descendants returned to Hogwarts, that it could briefly indulge its nature.

In Lait's simple mind, since Slytherin had hidden that family crest within its venomous fang, it was a gift from its father. Yet this powerful wizard before it was forcing it to hand over its father's gift.

The blazing collar of fire rose and fell slightly, yet it sent an icy chill through the Basilisk. It knew perfectly well that the wizard before it would not hesitate to destroy it.

"Amosta—"

Seeing Lait, whom he had known for so long and whose temper was usually so violent, appear so weak before Amosta, Newt could not bear it.

"That crest is the only thing Lait has to remember Salazar Slytherin by. I can persuade it to spit it out, but could you please not take it away?"

"I'm sorry, Newt, but I can't promise you that."

Amosta did not wish to lie to Newt. He spoke evenly.

"Though I can't prove it, I'm quite certain that Salazar Slytherin most likely left this crest for me. So I have to take it."

Amosta's words made Newt's grizzled brows furrow.

He did not quite understand what Amosta meant. Salazar Slytherin, who had lived a thousand years ago, had specifically left a family crest for him, even concealing it in such a secretive manner. Was Amosta saying that he was Slytherin's direct descendant?

That was unlikely. Everyone