Salazar Slytherin's Vault

The heavy Mithril badge bore the Slytherin family crest forged in gold, but the central winding "S" of the serpent's body was set with pure emeralds. The outline along the sides of the crest was also engraved with Goblin-style patterns.

The moment he saw the crest, the old Goblin Bogrod's eyes widened. He had clearly recognized something Amosta had failed to identify.

"Without a doubt, without a doubt—"

Bogrod accepted the crest Amosta handed over with both hands. His long fingers first brushed over the patterns along its edges. His solemn gaze, magnified through his reading glasses, settled on those markings, and his low muttering was full of shock.

"This was undoubtedly made by Goblins. It is exceedingly ancient, steeped in history. If I remember correctly, Mr. Breen, the Goblin clan to which these patterns belonged vanished into the river of history long ago. And this badge clearly belongs to—oh, where exactly did you acquire this, Mr. Breen?"

"That is not a question I am obliged to answer, is it?"

Amosta asked calmly.

"Well? Is it what I think it is?"

"My apologies, Mr. Breen, but I cannot answer you immediately—"

Bogrod's eyes flickered. After hesitating for a moment, he bowed slightly to Amosta.

"This object is far older than I imagined. I must consult some records, and that will take some time."

"That is fine."

Amosta raised a hand to show that he did not mind.

"I can wait here. But please be quick. Also, I would prefer that not too many people see it."

"Of course. I will keep it confidential."

With that, the elderly Goblin had a young Goblin lead Amosta and Amelia to a reception room to rest, while he himself hurried into a restricted area with brisk strides.

Amosta did not touch the sherry the