Chapter 106

"What is your name?" the diary continued to display text.

Allen Finis suddenly froze, because he knew many Yodells...

Although none of the Yodells he knew were named Tom, this still stirred his memories.

However, Allen quickly regained his composure; after much thought, he decided to communicate with this notebook.

"My name is Allen Finis," Allen wrote on the notebook with a quill.

His mind was racing rapidly; instantly, many guesses formed in his heart.

The notebook's conversational behavior looked very much like artificial intelligence from his past life; could it be a magical intelligence created by world magic in this world?

It might also be a wizard's soul possessing this notebook, but he had never heard of any magic capable of such an effect, and even if a soul possessed this notebook, how could a soul cast spells? If it could not cast spells, then the threat it posed to him would still be limited.

Allen prepared to continue drawing information from the notebook to obtain more details.

"How did you obtain this notebook?" the notebook continued to display text.

"Bought it in a bookstore," Allen wrote quickly, his handwriting becoming somewhat messy, "Why are you inside the notebook?"

"This is my diary, used to record the most beautiful period of my life!" the notebook also displayed text rapidly.

Allen vaguely thought of something...

"The most beautiful time of my life was spent at Hogwarts; I want to preserve this memory forever!" the diary continued to display text.

"Memory—" Allen murmured solemnly, repeating this word.

"Do you use memory magic to preserve your memories?" Allen urgently wrote this text.

After this line was written, the handwriting disappeared from the diary; the notebook displayed no text for a long time, just as Allen was becoming somewhat impatient.

A single word slowly appeared on the diary: "YES".

A surge of wild joy filled Allen's heart; he had always wanted to learn memory magic to read the runes on the magical light curtain in his own memories, but memory magic was a very profound and dangerous magic, and he could not borrow any related spellbooks.

Allen had once requested Professor Dumbledore to teach him memory magic during their last conversation, but Professor Dumbledore had refused him without hesitation...

The path of learning memory magic was blocked; Allen Finis could only consider magical artifacts that solidified memory magic, but every one of these magical artifacts was extremely precious; he was insignificant and lacked financial power, so he could only dream about this path.

But Allen calmed down and realized another problem; he grabbed the quill and continued writing on the diary:

"Memory magic cannot produce intelligence! I read in a book that how could a single memory possess intelligence?"

Allen stared tightly at the diary as the handwriting slowly vanished; his expression began to become solemn, and some unfavorable guesses formed in his heart.

This time, Yodell's reply was very fast: "That is because the memories they poured in were not enough, not complete enough!"

Allen felt his heart begin to tremble; he vaguely felt he had encountered a ruthless person; with trembling hands, he wrote his question on the diary:

"How much memory did you pour in?"

"All memories before the age of 18! ALL IN!" the diary finally declared his determination in extremely large font.

Allen froze; he vaguely felt the diary was not lying. Theoretically, a person's wisdom is produced by their various experiences, just like artificial intelligence in his past life; it must undergo countless trainings to become intelligent, and these training processes are experiences, the data produced by training are memories, and these produce wisdom.

If all memories before the age of 18 of a person were copied into a blank body, then this new body would indeed very likely directly produce wisdom.

"Separate memory fragments cannot produce intelligence; only massive, continuous, and complete memories can produce intelligence..." the notebook displayed text rapidly; the messy strokes also seemed to reflect the writer's mood.

Allen was truly stunned this time; he knew he had encountered a ruthless person, a big shot. From Allen's limited knowledge of memory magic, copying memories was one thing, but extracting copied memories from the brain was not easy to bear; let alone Yodell directly extracting 18 years' worth...

Allen remained speechless for a long time; he did not put pen to paper for a long while...

"My memories do not include the process of extracting memories..." the personality inside the diary seemed to sense Allen's mood.

Allen barely calmed his mood, but he began to realize another problem: if this Yodell's memories were only from before the age of 18, then would he know memory magic?

Allen quickly wrote down his question.

The diary, probably having not chatted with anyone for many years, replied with exceptional speed.

"I do not know memory magic."

Allen immediately became disappointed; his hope was shattered once again...

But the very next sentence displayed on the diary made Allen excited again.

"But I have memories of researching memory magic!"

Allen took two seconds to fully understand this sentence.

"Do you mean you can display the spellbooks of memory magic you have seen through the diary?" Allen urgently wrote this sentence; several words were misspelled due to his haste.

"No—that efficiency is too low; I can directly take you to see them!"

Allen pondered this sentence and continued writing on the notebook: "How will you take me to see them?"

"Are you ready?"

Allen quickly checked the time; it was already the early morning hours; Mr. Ollivander should already be fast asleep by now and should not be disturbed.

So he quickly wrote on the notebook: "YES!"

The diary seemed blown by a strong wind; the pages rustled as they flipped, stopping at one particular page; Allen was surprised to find a small glowing window had appeared on this page, like a miniature television screen.

He involuntarily raised the diary in his hand, pressing his eyes close to that glowing window; he thought he could see something through the window, but he saw nothing; he waited for a long time, yet nothing happened...

At this moment, Allen noticed another sentence had appeared on the notebook:

"Did you learn Occlumency? Stop your Occlumency immediately!"

Allen knew it was his own aftereffect acting up again.

He gently picked up the quill and wrote on the diary:

"I do not know Occlumency; I just have a sick mind..."

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