Chapter 150: Speaking Without Thinking

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Allen's heart instantly cooled by half, and his good mood vanished in an instant.

He rubbed his eyes hard, but still did not see the notebook he had placed in the drawer.

He flipped through his desk repeatedly several times, yet still could not find his diary.

He remembered very clearly that he had put the diary in the drawer after memorizing the spells yesterday; this drawer was also the place where he put his diary every day.

And now his diary could not be found in this place.

Allen truly panicked this time.

Allen had never set up any protection for the storage location of the diary, because the appearance of the diary itself was the best disguise.

Black cover, tattered on the outside, very old, with no obvious markings on it, and no content inside; no normal person would be interested in this notebook.

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Even if he wanted to set up protection for the diary's storage place, he could not afford a magical lock; using an ordinary lock would seem overly conspicuous, and besides, it made no difference compared to no lock at all in the face of an Unlocking Spell...

So he simply placed the diary in the drawer of his desk.

Normally, Allen could carry the diary with him, but when he went hunting in the Forbidden Forest, he could not bring the diary, because he feared losing it in an unexpected situation, which would be something to regret forever...

Allen truly grew tense this time; the loss of the diary had too great an impact on him!

First, he would be unable to memorize the parameters for transforming into a Blade Leopard. If he could not transform into a Blade Leopard, it meant he lost his greatest reliance; encountering unexpected situations would become very dangerous. He knew Hogwarts had incidents every year, which would greatly reduce his sense of security. Additionally, he could no longer hunt in the Forbidden Forest; without the Blade Leopard, his other spells could not deal with Acromantulas, and he would lose a reliable source of income;

However, these were all secondary.

Inside the Thought Chamber within the diary were stored his research results from the past half year: parameters for various metals, parameters for various three-dimensional shapes, and parameters for many half-finished product transformed beasts...

These were all the fruits of his half-year's hard work.

Although the original version of the data seen through the Thunderbird's eyes still existed in his memory, the loss of these processed data would render his half-year's efforts wasted; he would have to spend another half year organizing this data...

Finally, he lost a means to observe the ancient runic parameters on the light curtain seen through the Thunderbird's eyes. Losing this means of observation would cause him to lose the ability to continue advancing his research on ancient runes. He knew that although he had used ancient runes to create transformed beasts and improved some spells, there were still many ancient runes unknown to him...

Allen truly panicked this time. As the saying goes, one only knows how to cherish something after losing it; he felt this saying was absolutely correct.

He frantically rummaged through his belongings, constantly praying in his heart that he would find his diary in the next moment...

But all of this was in vain...

"Allen, what are you looking for? Today is Sunday! Your commotion early this morning is keeping everyone awake!" Ron pulled back the curtains of his four-poster bed and said groggily.

Allen finally snapped out of that anxious state a little.

Ron's words also reminded Allen that there were four other people in the dormitory; was it possible they had seen his diary? Or perhaps someone among them had taken his diary?

Hope flared up in Allen's heart again!

Allen called Harry, Neville, and Thomas out of their beds.

They were all particularly dissatisfied at being woken up so early.

"Allen, what are you doing? This is Sunday; you are committing murder!" Thomas said, wearing dark circles under his eyes.

"Did any of you see my notebook? The one that is black, quite tattered on the surface, and relatively thin—the diary I take out every morning,

on which nothing is written. Have you seen it?" Allen's gaze swept over the four of them.

"No..." Neville said quite bluntly, then flopped back onto his bed to sleep; a moment later, his snoring sounded again...

Harry and Thomas, upon hearing it was a diary being sought, and an old, tattered one at that, immediately lost interest.

"I haven't seen it..." Harry said after thinking for a moment. A twelve-year-old boy was at an age when he could eat and sleep well; he also wanted to continue catching up on sleep. "I'm going back to sleep!"

"Isn't it just an old notebook? I'll give you a new one in a while; just don't disturb my sleep!" Thomas also said.

Seeing everyone go back to sleep, Ron made no comment and simply flopped back onto his bed.

Allen was furious at everyone's attitude; he felt a surge of anger burning in his chest, and it grew stronger and stronger...

He waved his wand, creating a tremendous roar...

"Everyone get up! Until my diary is found, no one is allowed to sleep!" Allen said angrily. His eyes began to fill with blood due to anxiety and anger, turning red, looking extremely terrifying.

Everyone was kept awake by Allen; except for Neville, the other three grew angry.

"We already said we didn't see it; we didn't see it! No matter how you ask, we didn't see it!" Thomas said very impatiently.

"Allen, what's wrong with you? You are not usually like this. Is a blank diary really that important to you? Is a blank diary worth making you so angry with everyone?" Harry asked with some dissatisfaction as well.

Allen opened his mouth, but he found he could not explain this matter...

"This notebook is really, really important to me—so please help me find it..." Allen looked sincerely at his four roommates, having calmed down a little.

Harry and the other four also sensed something different from Allen's expression and behavior.

They reluctantly got out of bed one by one and began helping to search, turning the dormitory upside down, but still found nothing...

Allen grew anxious again; his brain felt swollen from this emotion...

"Could someone else have come into our dormitory and stolen it?" Allen said anxiously.

"No one came into our dormitory yesterday! Besides, even if someone did come in, who would steal a tattered notebook?" Thomas's attitude finally made him somewhat impatient; he said in a mocking tone.

And Thomas's impatient attitude directly triggered Allen's emotions.

"If not someone else, then did you take it?" Allen spoke without thinking, and the moment the words left his mouth, he regretted them. He also felt his words were a bit excessive, but it was already too late.

Allen's attitude also provoked the others; even the usually slow Neville felt Allen's words were a bit excessive.

"You actually suspect me? Go find the Prefect, go find Professor McGonagall! Go report me! Let the professors handle this matter..." Thomas said angrily. He stormed back to his own bed and slammed the four-poster bed curtains shut.

The atmosphere in the dormitory instantly became oppressive.

"Allen, what you are doing is wrong," Harry said somewhat stiffly. After speaking, he returned to his own bed.

Ron and Neville exchanged a glance and silently returned to their four-poster beds...