Invitation

Hearing Newt's question, the Basilisk, sprawled on the ground and terrified by the Fiendfyre collar, twisted its enormous, vicious tongue. Guided by scent, it turned toward Amosta and blinked its eyes, which Fawkes had blinded.

Once the family crest stopped working, he would return it to the Basilisk?

Amosta raised his brows, somewhat surprised by Newt's request, but also filled with admiration.

The reason Newt had become a master of magical creatures revered throughout the world, with no equal in this field, was largely because he could truly treat magical creatures as equals—beings he could communicate with on equal footing. Even Hagrid could not compare to Newt in this regard.

His gaze resting on the Basilisk, Amosta pondered for a moment before waving away the ring of fire. He nodded and said,

"Very well, I promise you. If Slytherin's family crest becomes useless to me, I'll return it to you."

The promise delighted the Basilisk. It lowered its beastly head gratefully toward Amosta.

He put the crest into the spatial pouch inside his robes, then looked around the cellar, which had been left in utter disarray. Amosta pressed his lips together, his eyes once again flickering with thought. He did not help restore the place—cleaning it up would be no difficult task for Newt—but was thinking about something else.

"I'm leaving—"

Amosta suddenly said to the Basilisk,

"Would you like to come with me, or would you rather remain here with Mr. Scamander?"

Leave with Amosta Breen?

The Basilisk reared up in surprise, having never expected him to make such a request. Once its initial shock passed, however, it truly began to hesitate.

The wizard before it might not be Salazar's descendant, but he was indeed an exceptionally powerful wizard. During the thousand years it had lain dormant within the