Chapter 107: Memory Magic

Yodel fell silent for a long while, as if struggling to digest those words.

"Some things are very difficult to describe with words," Yodel finally squeezed out.

Allen admitted Yodel was quite right; he was intensely curious about how Yodel would show him the memories of researching Memory Magic.

Recalling his previous experience with the Mirror of Erised, he reasoned that if this diary was also a magical artifact solidified with Memory Magic, then by opening his heart, he should be able to let Yodel guide him through the memories of his research into Memory Magic.

Yet he hesitated; Memory Magic was an extremely dangerous form of magic, and he did not know whether Yodel harbored any malice toward him...

Although Yodel had shown no malice toward him so far, anything was possible; after all, last year he had already suffered a setback at the hands of a thick-browed, big-eyed fellow, so he maintained a degree of vigilance toward this diary of unknown origin.

Allen's heart wavered once more: one must not harbor intentions to harm others, yet one must guard against harm from others—a lesson learned last year—but he truly wished to learn Memory Magic; no one knew what Memory Magic meant to him.

Learning Memory Magic would allow him to sort out the ancient rune-like programs he had observed in his memories; only by organizing these could he proceed with rune programming, bringing him one step closer to the magical origin of this world.

Moreover, Dumbledore had already made it clear that he would only consider teaching Allen Memory Magic when he reached fifth year; by then, it would be far too late.

Furthermore, apart from Dumbledore, Allen knew of no one else skilled in Memory Magic.

Suddenly, Allen thought of something else; he wrote in the notebook with his quill:

"I am extremely eager to learn Memory Magic, but why are you so keen to help me? Bear in mind, we only met today!"

Those words slowly vanished, and then an image of a face wearing a bitter smile gradually appeared on the diary page...

Allen hadn't expected the diary to have spontaneously learned how to send emoticons; he instantly wanted to reply with a classic emoticon from his past life, but immediately realized his drawing skills were too poor to capture the essence of those classic expressions.

At that moment, text began appearing on the diary again:

"Do you know when I last communicated with another person?"

"It was in 1968!"

Allen fell silent as he gazed at the huge "1968" on the diary page...

"I do not know how much time I have spent alone in the darkness; I only know that this time has been very, very long..."

Allen gently wrote on the diary page: "This year is 1992."

"Haha! A full twenty-four years!"

"Do you know what it feels like for a magical creation possessing self-awareness and the ability to think to go twenty-four years without communicating with another person?"

"To be alone, immersed in darkness, every second an unspeakably painful ordeal..."

The handwriting of the text displayed on the diary began to grow erratic; Allen could feel Yodel's anguish within it...

Allen suddenly began to feel a trace of sympathy for Tom Yodel within the diary...

"You ask why I would help you without reason; it is because, worn down by the passage of immense time, those things that matter greatly to you have become utterly insignificant to me. What matters most to me now is how to dispel this loneliness, and you are the only person currently able to communicate with me..."

Watching the words on the diary gradually fade, Allen felt persuaded by Yodel, for he had personally experienced that sensation of loneliness.

At the beginning of his transmigration, he had fallen into a coma for five months due to magical injury; in truth, he had remained conscious throughout those five months, making those days a living hell, yet Yodel had endured twenty-four years of such existence...

Allen gradually let go of his doubts; he began to waver...

Finally, he decided to open his heart by ten percent to let Yodel try, but it failed repeatedly;

It was not until Allen opened his heart by thirty percent that he felt himself tipping forward; the window on the diary page was expanding, and he felt his body leave the chair, tumbling headfirst through the gap in that page, plunging into a whirl of dancing colors and light.

He felt his feet land on solid ground; trembling, he steadied himself, and the blurry surroundings suddenly sharpened into clarity.

Yet he clearly sensed his consciousness had split into two parts: the majority remained within his body, while a small portion had been drawn into a peculiar space.

He tried moving his fingers and found he could still control them normally; next, he considered shifting into a more comfortable posture, but then changed his mind, deciding it was better not to reveal that his consciousness remained in his body and could still control it, since he was unsure whether Yodel within the diary could observe conditions outside it.

It was better to keep a trump card! Allen's primary consciousness made its decision.

Meanwhile, the consciousness that had entered the diary's space discovered he was now at Hogwarts; the castle's structure remained unchanged, except there were far fewer portraits on the walls...

A boy of about sixteen was walking down the corridor, a silver Prefect's badge gleaming on his chest; he was much taller than Allen, yet he too possessed hair that was black and lustrous.

Other students passing by continuously greeted this boy.

"Tom, good morning!"

"Prefect, good morning!"

Allen immediately realized this was Tom Yodel, and he hurried to catch up with Yodel's pace.

Riddle kept nodding in response to the students' greetings.

Suddenly, a girl's voice came from nearby:

"Senior Riddle, good morning!"

Allen's brows instantly knitted together, for the boy he believed to be Tom Yodel had responded to that girl.

Allen even suspected he had just experienced an auditory hallucination, but what he failed to notice was that all of Hogwarts had just blurred for an instant before instantly returning to normal...

Immediately afterward, another girl greeted that boy:

"Good morning! Senior Yodel!"

Allen's brows relaxed; he hastily dispelled his doubts and caught up with Tom Yodel's footsteps, gradually discerning that Yodel was heading toward the library.

Soon, he followed Yodel to Hogwarts' library...

Allen saw numerous copies of the Daily Prophet placed in the newspaper and magazine section of the library; he hurried over, intending to pick one up to read, but found his hand passing straight through the newspaper, unable to grasp it no matter how he tried.

Allen had no choice but to bend down to check the date on the newspaper.

March 15, 1942, Sunday.

Allen suddenly realized: this was fifty years ago!

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