I'll Treat You to a Drink

"You want to find the Basilisk? Sure, no problem. First, roll over for me..."

Bang!

Amid a cloud of dust, Kyle struggled to pull himself free from a tangle of vines. He sat on the ground, baring his teeth as he rubbed his shoulder.

Not far away, Newt, who was weighing the Liondragon, glanced over and rubbed his forehead helplessly before pulling out his wand.

"Incarcerous!"

More than a dozen vines as thick as bowls flew in from every direction, wrapping tightly around the Hungarian Horntail's limbs and tail and forcibly pinning it in place. They also bound its mouth shut, preventing it from breathing dragon fire.

"Thanks." Kyle limped over.

Getting smacked by a dragon's tail really hurt. Even though he had prepared beforehand and used a spell to block the two-foot spikes on its tail, Kyle still felt as though his entire body had been shaken apart.

"I can still lend you a hand for now, but I think you'd better stop provoking it," Newt said without turning around.

"I know. I just wanted to test its tolerance." Kyle shrugged.

The Horntail had been bitten by the Basilisk some time ago. Although it had not been killed outright by the venom, it had remained unconscious for several days, and even after waking up, it had been unsteady on its feet.

But the Horntail did not care about its condition. The moment it could fly again, it began searching everywhere for the Basilisk, determined to take revenge.

That was when Kyle appeared at just the right time. He released the Basilisk, then, while the two were fighting in full swing, forcibly ordered the Basilisk back into the cave to sleep.

The whole process... honestly, had been rather dangerous. Mainly because after the Basilisk left, the Hungarian Horntail shifted its