Chapter 188: Healing

On the second morning, Allen slept very late before getting up; even though Harry and Ron called him many times, he still lay in bed, unwilling to rise.

First, because his injuries had not fully healed;

Second, because he was truly too exhausted; he had expended far too much physically and mentally the day before;

Third, he did not particularly want Harry and Ron to see his custom Transfiguration today.

The reason he chose to face the Basilisk on Saturday was also because Professor McGonagall would not be at Hogwarts on Sunday, so he would not have to let Professor McGonagall take samples, thereby concealing his custom Transfiguration performed specifically to face the Basilisk.

Actually, Allen was not badly injured; some bones might have cracked, and there were some scrapes, but under the treatment of Healing Potions, he felt his injuries had improved significantly.

In the early hours, Hermione had strongly urged Allen to go to the Hospital Wing for treatment, but Allen, out of considerations of secrecy, firmly rejected this proposal.

Finally, after Allen proved to her that his injuries were not serious, she reluctantly withdrew the proposal.

Upon waking, Allen lay in bed recalling yesterday's events; yesterday's happenings gave him an unreal feeling. Had it not been for the diary in his hand and the Basilisk sleeping in the Poké Ball reminding him, he would have thought it was a dream.

Recalling the various things he experienced yesterday still sent waves of fear through him.

As for the battle with the Basilisk, there is no need to say much; his misjudgment of the Basilisk's strength nearly killed him. Fortunately, he had accumulated enough and reacted fast enough on the spot.

When the underground chamber finally collapsed, he used the Levitation Charm to move the stones blocking the tunnel and rushed out at the last moment, not even having time to retrieve the shed snake skin of the Basilisk.

Allen, finally escaping underground, fell asleep at the entrance to the chamber due to extreme exhaustion. He did not expect that at this moment, Hermione would actually come looking for him.

Thinking of Hermione, a warm current inevitably arose in Allen's heart.

He now realized that Hermione, being such a smart person, could not be fooled by a very forced excuse. Actually, thinking back now, Hermione was simply worried about his injuries and wanted him to get treated immediately, so she did not argue with him over so many details.

What a considerate and good Miss! Allen sighed in his heart.

He felt his relationship with Hermione had reached another level.

He suddenly felt that Hermione's appearance was not a bad thing; it gave him someone with whom to share secrets, someone with whom to share burdens.

Although Harry and Ron were also his good friends, their personalities were not suitable for sharing these secrets with them.

Besides, even if Harry and Ron knew Allen's secrets, it would actually be of no use.

Hermione was different; girls are always much more mature than boys of the same age in some aspects, and Hermione's personality was also very good at keeping these secrets.

Moreover, Hermione was a very quick learner; she would certainly be able to learn the custom Transfiguration spells Allen performed.

Yes, Allen had already started considering teaching his custom Transfiguration spells to Hermione.

He suddenly understood as well: before magical intelligence was fully researched, having one more person master custom Transfiguration spells meant more Transfigured beasts could be deployed into battle simultaneously, which would be an immense boost to their combat power.

Allen felt this was all destined; letting Hermione discover his injured self, he decided to let things take their natural course regarding this matter.

Allen shut himself in his four-poster bed all day; no matter how Harry and Ron called him, he would not come out. He even had them deliver various foods, and he only went to the bathroom quickly when no one was in the dormitory.

It was not until Monday morning, after all his custom Transfigurations had disappeared, that he reappeared before his friends. By then, his injuries basically no longer affected his movements.

The new week at Hogwarts was as lively as usual. No one knew what had happened deep beneath Hogwarts. Only a few people discussed the noises and earthquake under Hogwarts on Saturday night, but everyone was not very interested in this.

It should have been the end of the term; everyone was focusing their attention on the upcoming exams.

However, this was also something Allen was glad to see.

Next, he lived honestly for a week, diligently studying and reviewing his lessons. He rarely did anything else, not even going to the Mind Chamber much; actually, he was secretly recuperating his body.

Even with the help of Healing Potions, the body's depletion could not be replenished by potions.

Fortunately, the full-cover Mithril Helmet protected his handsome face tightly; his face had not suffered any injuries, so others could not detect anything unusual.

It was not until a week later that his body fully recovered. Only then did he put the matter of treating the Basilisk on the schedule.

According to Yodel, treating the Basilisk required providing the Basilisk with large amounts of food. Large amounts of food could stimulate the Basilisk's self-healing ability, and the Basilisk's best food was the Acromantulas in the Forbidden Forest.

Allen happened to still have a score to settle with the Acromantulas; now was the perfect time to settle both old and new debts together.

Therefore, a hunting trip to the Forbidden Forest was unavoidable.

However, considering that the Acromantulas had previously figured out his patterns for hunting in the Forbidden Forest.

He decided to be more careful this time. He chose to hunt in the Forbidden Forest on Thursday night. For this, he had Transfigured dragon wings in advance to avoid the situation of the last time occurring.

The matter proceeded very smoothly. The Acromantulas had no defense against his return at all and could not defend themselves. He silently ambushed a squad composed of five Acromantulas.

Under the siege of three Razor Leopards, these Acromantulas died peacefully. Five Acromantula corpses, each the size of a millstone, were left on the ground.

After extracting the venom from these Acromantulas, he released the Basilisk from the Poké Ball, carefully avoiding looking into the Basilisk's eyes.

The Basilisk's injuries indeed did not worsen; it still looked weak. However, upon seeing the Acromantula corpses, it became extremely agitated. Dragging its injured body, it quickly devoured the five Acromantula corpses. After eating, it still looked as if it wanted more.

But at this moment, Allen directly recalled it into the Poké Ball and "froze" it again.

He did not want to stay too long in the Acromantulas' territory. Although the Basilisk was by his side, the Basilisk was still too weak now and possessed no combat power.

Therefore, for safety's sake, he ended this hunt directly. The five Acromantula corpses were actually quite a lot; they would be enough for the Basilisk to digest for a while.

Thus, he actually returned to the Gryffindor Tower before 12 o'clock. As soon as he lay down on his bed, he heard a sudden explosion sound from the dormitory, then he heard a strange footstep...

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