"Basilisk," a serpentine magical creature with a vivid green body, fundamentally different from a venomous snake.
For a long time, people had only the scantiest records of basilisks: legend had it that one came from a magical egg laid by a seven-year-old rooster under a clear night sky, then hatched by a toad.
Its gaze was its most dangerous weapon. Any creature that met its eyes directly would die instantly; those who saw its gaze indirectly would be petrified.
As long as food was plentiful, a basilisk could usually live for a very long time.
The last confirmed record of a "Basilisk" dated back to the 1983 "Fordshire Incident"—the Ministry of Magic had lost sixteen seasoned fighters before they killed the giant snake.
Old Man Newt stared, trembling, at the little snake flicking its tongue. He felt as though everything he knew about the world was crumbling.
There was no mistake. He couldn't possibly be wrong.
This was a basilisk, without a doubt!
"Where did you get it?"
Whether a basilisk or a scorpion, both were classified as dangerous creatures under the Ministry of Magic's Department for the Control and Regulation of Magical Creatures.
Ordinary people wouldn't dare keep one as a pet. Even looking at one could cost them their lives.
But Klein's two "pets" were unbelievably well-behaved. They weren't just docile—they'd also lost some of their dangerous traits.
Newt was astonished. He felt as if all his previous research had been for nothing.
"Mister Newt, you graduated from Hogwarts, right?"
Klein let the little snake coil around his finger and smiled, not answering directly.
"I suppose you could say that."
Hearing this, Old Man Newt looked a little embarrassed and nodded vaguely.
"Then you must know about Hogwarts' legendary 'Chamber of Secrets.'
I found this little fellow in