The riddle-speaking Great Lion ultimately failed to make much of a splash.
A fully grown Basilisk was already hard enough to deal with, and then a Mutated Spirit Crow and a Man-eating Vine came out of nowhere.
With two claws no match for so many, the Sphinx could only resign himself to defeat.
No, perhaps that wasn't quite the right way to put it.
He had been forced to submit.
"From now on, you're my Little Four."
Klein lay comfortably atop the Sphinx's broad, soft body and spoke softly.
The pecking order had already been decided. What could the Sphinx say?
But why Little Four?
Counting the Basilisk, Spirit Crow, and Man-eating Vine from earlier, he should have been Little Four, no matter how you arranged them!
"Why are you talking so much? Behave yourself, and stop letting your imagination run wild!"
To the Sphinx's surprise, Klein seemed able to see right into his thoughts and couldn't help scolding him.
The words scared the Sphinx half to death.
His innate ability hadn't worked, and now someone had read his mind?
Good grief, who was this young man?
Outside the maze.
"Headmaster Dumbledore, both the Man-eating Vine and the Sphinx are Dangerous Magical Creatures expressly regulated by the Ministry of Magic. Ordinary people aren't allowed to keep them.
"And can you explain where the Spirit Crow and Basilisk beside him came from?"
Seeing the Sphinx become another one of Klein's "pets," Karkaroff felt utterly displeased.
The stronger Klein became, the more uneasy he felt.
But he had something to rely on: the law of the Ministry of Magic!
"Heh, I'm just an old man. How would I understand what young people are up to?
"All I know is that the Basilisk was raised by Salazar Slytherin, one of the founders of