Chapter 177: Tread on the Southern Heaven, Shatter the Lingxiao Palace

Allen soon told his decision to Yoder.

"I thought you were going to give up!" Yoder raised an eyebrow and said.

"How could I give up! You must know I have prepared for so long, just to defeat the basilisk." Allen said in a relaxed tone.

"You must know the basilisk is valuable all over; the magical materials from a thousand-year-old basilisk can sell for several thousand or even tens of thousands of Jin Jin Jialong, enough to pay off most of my debts. I am so poor, I am counting on the basilisk to sacrifice itself to support me!" He continued to joke, as if facing not some terrifying magical creature, but a small snake in a gutter.

Yoder looked deeply at Allen. "I do not think the preparations you made can defeat the basilisk. You have never seen a basilisk and have no idea of its terror. Are you really sure?"

"Are you worried about me?" Allen asked with some surprise. "Has the recent free life changed your mindset?"

"Anyway, this world still speaks through power." Yoder did not answer Allen's question directly, and his tone did not change at all.

"When are you planning to go?" Yoder gently changed the subject.

"This very week!" Allen said very decisively.

Saturday night was the time he had carefully considered; prefects would not come to the dormitory to check on Saturday night, so he had one night to defeat the basilisk. The next day was still Sunday; after defeating the basilisk, he could rest well, replenish his strength, and not miss classes on Monday.

After listening to Allen's explanation, Yoder's expression became strange. "Sometimes I really want to see what your train of thought looks like! You are even thinking about not missing classes on Monday!" Yoder's tone finally changed.

Allen helplessly shrugged his shoulders.

Originally, Allen agreeing to defeat the basilisk was more of a temporary measure, but as time passed, his view on this matter also changed.

Everyone has inertia, and Allen is no exception. The school life at Hogwarts is too comfortable, making it easy to lose a sense of crisis. Since having the goal of defeating the basilisk, he often felt a sense of being spurred on, and this sense of crisis made him achieve breakthrough after breakthrough.

To this day, Allen has regarded defeating the basilisk as a phased trial.

This trial will conduct a comprehensive test of his current power system.

If he cannot even defeat the basilisk now, how can he talk about defeating Voldemort, who has already formed a great grudge against him? Allen thought with some self-mockery in his heart.

After coming out of the Mind Chamber, he walked to the window of the dormitory, admiring the magnificent Hogwarts Castle...

After a long time, looking at his reflection in the glass, he whispered softly: "You are a man who is going to become the White Demon King!"

"The basilisk is just an insignificant small stone on your path forward!"

Time passed quickly; in the blink of an eye, it was Saturday. Allen had been with his friends these past few days. Suddenly, he had become much more talkative these days. Harry and Ron liked this change in Allen very much. Only Hermione seemed to sense something, but she could not say what was wrong with Allen.

Today, Allen randomly obtained a very strange thing—two long plumes grew on his head, which could also be called decorative feathers.

The decorative feathers were composed of more than 40 square scales resembling enamel, with different colors on the top and bottom; the top was blue, and the bottom was dark red.

Each decorative feather was more than one meter long, curved on his head, presenting a beautiful arc, and had very good elasticity.

Allen observed the decorative feathers on his head using the mirror in the bathroom and murmured, "The Great Sage?"

These two decorative feathers were extremely familiar to Allen; they were something countless children dreamed of when he was young, because these two decorative feathers looked particularly like the two pheasant feathers on the head of the Monkey King.

"Is this using the Great Sage to inspire me?" Allen looked at himself in the mirror and smiled happily...

Time rushed non-stop to the night.

Allen enjoyed a sumptuous dinner with his friends, then returned to the common room and sat on the most comfortable sofa chatting.

Time passed minute by minute. Allen saw that the clock in the common room pointed to nine o'clock; the time in his plan had arrived...

"I suddenly remembered I need to go to Professor Flitwick's." Allen gently stood up, smiling at Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

"You go! We will stay a while longer and then go to sleep." Harry and Ron did not care about Allen's departure.

"Remember to come back early!" Hermione did not understand why a trace of worry was in her heart.

Allen's smile became even more brilliant; he turned and walked out, stopping at the portrait hole of the Fat Lady.

He turned back to look at the three and said in an inexplicable tone: "Goodbye!"

Then, without waiting for the three to respond, he walked out...

The three were stunned by Allen's words.

"How strange! Why say goodbye for no reason!" Ron muttered.

Hermione looked in the direction Allen had left; her deeply worried emotion grew even heavier...

Allen walked leisurely through the corridors of Hogwarts, with many emotions in his heart.

Last year, he took this very path to defend the Philosopher's Stone.

Only last year he had the company of Harry and the other two, while today he was alone, going to face one of the most terrible monsters in this world.

Last year, facing an unknown journey, he even wrote a will specifically, writing all his research results into it.

This year, he had no such thought at all; he suddenly felt that last year's him was quite ridiculous.

"Perhaps this is growth!" Allen sighed in his heart.

The journey was not long; he soon arrived at the destination—Moaning Myrtle's girls' bathroom.

He ignored the "Under Repair" sign hanging on the door, pushed it open, and walked straight in. Myrtle was not in the bathroom at this moment; he did not know where she had run off to.

But this was just right.

Allen closed the bathroom door, then transformed a worn-out mop into a snake, and gently said to the diary: "Let's begin!"

He knew that at this distance, Yoder could control that snake.

Indeed, the snake moved flexibly; it swam to the sink in the bathroom, emitting a strange hissing sound.

Immediately, a dazzling Bai Guang shot out from the dragon head on the sink, and it began to spin rapidly.

Then, the sink also moved. Allen watched as the sink slowly disappeared from his line of sight, revealing a very thick pipe large enough for a person to crawl into.

Allen looked calmly at the deep entrance on the ground; there was not a single ripple in his heart.

He suddenly reached out, pulled the long decorative feathers on his head in front of his eyes, and gently said:

"Then let us tread on the Southern Heaven and shatter the Lingxiao Palace!"

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