Chapter 149: The Red Apricot Over the Wall

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Allen quickly dismissed this thought.

First, Allen believed that studying the Cruciatus Curse to a certain level was a sufficient but not necessary condition. He even thought that with enough effort, one should quickly grasp the first three levels of this curse. Therefore, this point could not prove that Yoder's true form was Voldemort.

Second, Voldemort looked simply too ugly, lacking even a nose, while Yoder was so handsome; they did not match at all, and the two shared no resemblance whatsoever.

Third, Allen did not believe he was so fated with Voldemort. He was not the protagonist; why would Voldemort keep running into him? If anyone were to be sought, it would be Harry! Just as on a battlefield, two shells fired from the same cannon could not possibly land in the same crater. The odds of him bumping into Voldemort two years in a row were too small. He had just been eating ice cream, singing songs, and randomly buying some notebooks in a bookstore; how could he possibly run into something of Voldemort's?

But next, Allen remembered how last year he had been deceived by a man with thick eyebrows and bright eyes.

A fall into a pit, a gain in your wit; Allen felt he could not dismiss this possibility so quickly, so he treated it as a possibility with very low probability.

Actually, if Yoder's true form really were Voldemort, Allen would instead feel this matter would be easier to handle.

Because Voldemort was a very clear target; he possessed a lot of information about Voldemort, and he could use this information to persuade Yoder to see reality clearly.

For instance, he could extract the memory of meeting Voldemort last year and let Yoder take a good look at what a mess Voldemort looked like now; having an ugly face and no hair was bad enough, but he didn't even have a nose.

He also shared a body with Professor Quirrell, looking like a man on top of a man. He could even fabricate that Voldemort's sexual orientation had changed; actually, that wouldn't even count as fabrication, since Voldemort's sexual orientation was already an unsolved mystery.

In short, do whatever is most disgusting.

Yoder only possessed memories from before his true form turned eighteen, and he also forever maintained the appearance of an eighteen-year-old. Eighteen-year-old Yoder was in the flower of his age; his hair was jet black, his eyes pitch black, he was tall, his face pale, and extremely handsome.

How could he tolerate that ugly appearance of Voldemort's? Besides, the mindset of an eighteen-year-old is different from that of someone in their sixties or seventies. A sixty-year-old might not care about appearance, but an eighteen-year-old might not be the same.

Yoder, possessing only Voldemort's memories from age eighteen, would soon see reality clearly and give up the idea of seeking Voldemort.

However, Allen only thought these thoughts in his mind; he did not currently believe that Yoder's true form was Voldemort.

"Allen, Allen, what's wrong?" Yoder gently shook Allen.

"Ah, nothing. I just feel this Cruciatus Curse is quite interesting," Allen said, coming back to his senses.

"After all, this curse is an evil Dark Art; I suggest you do not learn it," Yoder said in a concerned tone.

"Alright, I know. I will take your advice; after all, we are friends!" Allen took the opportunity to strengthen his bond with Yoder.

"Friends—" Yoder murmured.

"Yes, aren't we friends?" Allen looked at Yoder sincerely.

"Mm, we are friends!" Yoder said with a light laugh. "It's just that I still have very few friends."

"I noticed that problem too. In your memories, I found that many people were quite respectful and fearful toward you. Although you are also very kind to others, there always feels to be some distance..." Allen suddenly brought up this point.

"Is that so? I didn't expect you to observe so carefully..." Yoder raised an eyebrow and said.

"Uh—I had no intention of prying into your privacy; these were just things I happened to see in your memories," Allen quickly explained.

Yoder gave an noncommittal "Mm."

"Actually, making more friends has its benefits..." Allen felt the atmosphere was a bit awkward and said sheepishly.

"Don't talk about me; let's talk about you. I see your friends aren't particularly many either!" Yoder suddenly countered.

Allen was stumped by this question; his friends at Hogwarts were indeed quite few...

"That is because many people cannot accept my strange talent," Allen said stubbornly. "The friends I have now have very good relationships with me."

"Then why did you become friends with Harry Potter? Just because he is the Savior? Actually, I think his character flaws are quite large," Yoder suddenly asked a very sharp question.

This question stumped Allen. He pondered for a long time before answering: "Harry's character does have some flaws, but whose character doesn't have flaws? His moral character is still very perfect."

"Oh?" This answer piqued Yoder's interest. "How so?"

"He is kind, upright, compassionate, treats people and things equally, brave, somewhat witty, yet not impolite; while respecting others, he is also stubborn, somewhat childish, rash, and doesn't know how to listen to others' opinions. Overall, he is a very good person," Allen answered after thinking for a while.

"Harry's living environment since childhood made him endure and be strong; he understands cherishing things more than ordinary people. At such a young age, he can distinguish who treats him sincerely. He is very sincere to his friends and would go through fire and water for them..." Allen showed a look of reminiscence. "Having this is actually enough for me to be friends with him."

"You really don't look like a twelve-year-old young wizard now; you just gave me the feeling that you are an adult," Yoder said with a light laugh, though in his heart he remained noncommittal about Allen's words.

"Thank you for the compliment!" Allen responded quickly.

This conversation ended just like that.

And in his heart, Allen quietly frowned—Yoder seemed very interested in Harry, and the degree of interest seemed to exceed what a normal person would have for the Savior.

Because before this, Yoder had already shown interest in Harry many times; at that time, Allen hadn't paid much attention, after all, Harry was the Savior.

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But now it seems this degree of interest is a bit high...

It's not that this degree of interest is unacceptable; like Colin, who was particularly interested in Harry.

But now that Yoder's true form might be Voldemort, this degree of interest becomes somewhat intriguing...

A thought suddenly jumped into Allen's mind—what if Yoder's true form really is Voldemort?

Allen thought for a long time before dejectedly reaching a conclusion: If Yoder could realize his error and start anew, of course, he would choose to forgive him!

Because the thought chamber inside the diary was now too important to him...

It was another Saturday; Allen slipped into the Forbidden Forest again to hunt Acromantulas. This time, he found two Acromantula nests, killed seven Acromantulas, and returned fully loaded with half a pint of venom.

He quietly returned to the dormitory; it was already one in the morning. He simply tidied up and fell asleep...

The next morning, he discovered he had randomly grown a fluffy tail; it felt very much like a fox's...

Then he subconsciously pulled open the drawer; he suddenly felt like something was missing...

After a long while, he finally realized...

Wait, where is my diary?