Chapter 913 Invitation

Hearing Newt's inquiry, the basilisk lying on the ground, frightened by the fire collar, twisted its huge and ferocious tongue. Through the smell, it faced the direction of Amosta and blinked. Fox's blinded eye.

When the clan emblem has lost its use, return it to the basilisk?

Amosta raised his eyebrows, a little surprised by Newt's request, and at the same time, he also felt some admiration.

The reason why Newt can become a magical beasts master respected by the world, and his achievements in this aspect are unparalleled, is largely because he can truly treat magical animals as an equal, and regard the applied animals as objects that can communicate with each other on an equal footing. In this aspect, Hagrid is not as good as Newt.

His eyes fell on the basilisk, and after pondering, Amosta waved his hand to disperse the ring of fire, nodded and said,

"Okay, I promise you, if this Slytherin emblem is no longer of use to me, I will return it to you."

This promise pleased the basilisk, and it bowed its head gratefully at Amosta.

Putting the family emblem into the space bag in his arms, he looked around at the messy cellar. Amosta pursed his lips, and thought flashed through his eyes again. He did not help restore the place to its original state. Newt tidied it up. It's not something difficult, but I'm thinking about something else.

"I'm leaving--"

Amosta suddenly looked at the basilisk and said,

"Are you willing to come with me, or stay with Mr. Scamander?"

Leave with Amosta Blaine?

The basilisk stood up in surprise, not expecting him to make such a request. After the initial shock, the basilisk actually hesitated.

Although the wizard in front of him is not a descendant of Salazar, he is indeed a very powerful wizard. It has been dormant in the castle for thousands of years, and there were only a few people with magical powers that could match it, even at the time of the four founders.

But then, Wright seemed to have thought of something terrible. Its huge body suddenly trembled, and then it shook its head quickly. The wizard, who was afraid of being rejected, became furious and hit himself with a ring of fire. The basilisk flew away. He swam behind Newt and lowered his head.

Seeing it being so scared, even Newt couldn't help but laugh and cry.

"Okay, since you want to stay with Newt, I won't force you-"

Amosita sighed and said a little disappointed.

Although this basilisk is blind and has lost its largest weapon, the accumulated magic power in its body gives it a body that is even stronger than that of a fire dragon. Moreover, it also has scale armor with extremely high magic resistance, which can be attacked by ordinary magic. It can't break through the scale armor's defense at all, so it's a very good assistant.

He also thought that since Voldemort had a snake named Nagini and Dumbledore also had Fawkes, he should also get himself a magical animal to match the style.

But then I thought about it, if I really want to take the basilisk under my command, and if I encounter Voldemort on the battlefield in the future, it’s a matter of debate whose command it will listen to!

"I heard--"

When Newt and Amosta returned to the ground one after another, the night that reflected the sky outside had already drawn down, and a silver ribbon composed of billions of stars emitting pure light stretched across the sky. This was above the grassland. The deep rain forest adjacent to the grassland is undergoing artificial rainfall, and the sound of lightning and thunder resounds across the earth.

Standing in the backyard of the wooden house, the two of them gazed at the wonderful scenery for a while. Newt looked at Amosta beside him. He neither liked nor disliked this person much, but he was undoubtedly the same as Albus. , a young wizard with some strong personal qualities,

"The joint review meeting about you will be held the day after tomorrow. Graves and several department heads of the Magic Congress will question your project?"

"That's true." Amosta nodded slightly.

"I see you're not too worried?"

Newt blinked his clear eyes and said keenly,

"Do you think you can pass this, or do you think you are destined to fail?"

After thinking about it, Amosta said,

"Judging from the current situation, Remus and I will definitely encounter some difficulties, but whether we can advance this matter depends on the results of the communication the day after tomorrow. Although there was no advance communication with them, the International Magic Cooperation Department There is no doubt that they hope that cooperation can be achieved.

This is a win-win business, they can also get political achievements and a lot of tax revenue from here. If the International Magical Cooperation Department does not support this business, the only possibility I can think of is that they hope to get more.

These things should have been agreed upon in private discussions before the review meeting, but Graves doesn't seem to want me to be too active. The only thing I'm not sure about now is what Graves thinks, and he doesn't seem to Da want to see me. "

"That is indeed a wizard with a very serious 'sectarianism'."

Newt also said depressedly,

"Taking my experience with him as an example, he didn't want me to get involved in tracking the disappearance of magical creatures. Maybe it was because of my reputation. He had no choice but to agree to let me join in, but he just reluctantly agreed. They didn't follow. I share any information and turn a blind eye to some of my suggestions.”

Views from the portal.

Amosta chewed on the word Newt said, and seemed to have some realization.

When Amosta Apparated back to the hotel, Remus was lying on the desk "struggling" with a pile of materials he brought with him. The joint review meeting was about to be held, and Remus became more and more nervous, so he rejected Amosta's invitation to meet Newt together, and stayed alone in the hotel to familiarize himself with the materials to avoid any mistakes at the review meeting.

The movement of Amosta's Apparition woke Remus, who was immersed in the materials. He raised his head and looked at Amosta, but saw that the latter's eyes had moved away from him and turned to the sofa. Remus curled his lips and lowered his head again.

"Oh, you've been discharged?"

Looking at Amelia, who was getting up from the sofa with a magic book in her arms, wearing a light green sweater with a white T-shirt underneath, and matching light sky blue tight jeans, Amosta raised his eyebrows in surprise, and then smiled kindly,

"Why didn't you stay in the hospital for a few more days? Why are you so anxious to come back to monitor me? Didn't I say I would behave myself?"

Amelia already knew something about Amosta. She knew that he liked to joke around sometimes, so she just smiled with her lips pursed,

"My therapist thinks I've fully recovered, and I've asked Mr. Graves, and he agrees that I can return to work."

"Really--"

Amosta smiled reluctantly, and he walked to the bar. He opened a bottle of sherry in front of the shelf and poured a glass of wine. Just as he was about to hand it to Amelia, he remembered that she had just recovered from her injury and was discharged from the hospital, so he tasted it himself.

"So, what about your parents? Have they returned home? Haha, I think they are probably unwilling to try to use the Floo Network again, right?"

"In fact, they did return home through the Floo Network of St. Josiah in the afternoon. They were in a hurry to go back and make preparations, um."

Amosta listened carefully to Amelia's words, but suddenly saw that she seemed to be hesitant to speak, and couldn't help but feel curious.

"What's wrong? What are they going to prepare? Going out for a trip?"

"Oh, no--"

Amelia's fair and clear cheeks flushed. She avoided Amosta's eyes and stammered and couldn't speak.

To be honest, Amelia was both happy and embarrassed about her parents' request - she really wanted to spend more time with the world's top magician, but she was afraid that Amosta would misunderstand something because her parents, who had only met Amosta once, invited Amosta to dinner at home, which was indeed a very suspicious thing.

"What's wrong?"

Amosta put down his wine glass and looked at Amelia under the soft chandelier, with more concern in his voice.

"Actually, it's like this -"

Amelia took a breath, tightened her face and nervous emotions,

"Yes, my parents hope to invite you to dinner at home, Mr. Brian."