"Your possessiveness makes no sense..." Allen said, pulling another tape measure from his bag, this one marked with silver graduations. The magical tape measure flew into the air and came before the little Basilisk, as nimble as a little snake itself, closing around it to measure the circumference of its head, then stretching out to measure the distance between its eyes.
The tape slid back into Allen's palm and curled into a roll. After soothing the little Basilisk with a few words, Allen put the tape measure back into his pouch.
Now that he had the detailed measurements, Allen took out a pair of the defensive glasses he had given to many classmates in second year, removed the crystal lenses, and began polishing them until they were very thin and light.
Next, Allen took out a small piece of Mithril and turned it into a jagged frame. He was just about to reach out and place the polished lenses over its eyes—but then, remembering Luna's request from earlier, he withdrew his hand again, rummaged in his pouch, and took out the potion originally used to dye the Ravenclaw Ancient Magic Class protective suits, applying it to the frame.
"Since Slytherin left behind a Basilisk, how about we call this one Merope?" Allen tilted his head and asked Luna for her opinion.
"Then Merope. You know I'm not very good at naming things. If it were up to me, I'd call it Snake." Luna nodded vaguely, then fixed her eyes on Allen again. "Are you planning to joke to You-Know-Who that we have his mother in our hands?"
"I didn't give it the surname Gaunt..." Allen refused to admit to his own nasty sense of humor, then turned to look at the little Basilisk, which still had no choice but to