Chapter 158: The Final Condition

Allen was stumped by Riddle's question; he had indeed only been thinking about using the Mind Chamber within the diary, and had truly not considered how to settle Riddle, this magical lifeform.

Allen grew anxious in his heart: Riddle was watching him; if he hesitated a moment longer and failed to propose a good solution, all his previous efforts would turn to nothing.

Allen fell silent, and Riddle's expression gradually changed. "Anyway, given your nature, you wouldn't find a wizard for me to possess..." Riddle said mockingly.

Allen's mind raced rapidly; he suddenly recalled his earlier thoughts on magical lifeforms, and Yodel was a magical lifeform, so an idea instantly formed in his heart.

"The reason I hesitated is that I was worried this plan would make you feel I do not respect you," Allen said calmly.

"Oh?" Riddle was very interested in this.

Allen waved his hand, and an image of a Blade Leopard appeared in the Mind Chamber; Riddle looked at it curiously.

"This is my research achievement within the Mind Chamber. Ron said you controlled him for a week; perhaps you can try possessing this Blade Leopard to control it," Allen said, forcing himself to speak.

Yet Riddle did not show any anger. "Is this an animal you transformed with a Transfiguration spell?"

"Yes! I have modified it in various ways; its combat power is now very strong. Give me some more time, and I can DIY a vessel suitable for you," Allen said, pushing hard while secretly observing Riddle's expression.

"That is actually a good plan. A transformed animal has no soul and cannot resist my control at all; I can even separate a portion of my consciousness to possess it independently, thus breaking the distance limitation," Yodel said thoughtfully.

Allen did not expect to have hit the mark by accident.

"What is the distance limitation?" he asked, puzzled.

"My control over people has a distance limitation; if the controlled person is a certain distance from the diary, my control weakens. But a transformed animal has no soul; separating a portion of my consciousness is enough to control it..." Riddle explained patiently.

Allen understood Riddle's meaning...

Anyway, I wouldn't feel safe with the diary leaving my side; if you can separate your control, that would be best, Allen thought secretly in his heart.

Observing Riddle's expression, he felt secretly delighted; he felt he was about to succeed.

"My Transfiguration spell can currently last twelve hours. The consciousness you separate can control the Blade Leopard to operate around Hogwarts, and the Blade Leopard's own combat power can ensure the safety of your separated consciousness," Allen continued to pitch.

"Then, when you recall the separated consciousness, you can gain the experiences of that separated consciousness. This is a perfect plan."

"Sounds very good!" Riddle said in a deep voice. "But why are you so trusting of me? You must know I have killed people. The ghost of the bathroom, Myrtle, was killed by the Basilisk under my command back then." Riddle's expression turned fierce.

"You cannot lie to me about this. I nearly died when I encountered danger before, so I curiously checked information on recently deceased students at Hogwarts and found it was Myrtle, who died in 1943. At that time, Voldemort had not yet graduated, and you had not yet been born, correct?"

"So the one who commanded the Basilisk to kill Myrtle at that time was Voldemort, correct?" Allen asked, smiling at Riddle.

"Are you not afraid I will control the Blade Leopard to attack you?" Yodel asked after a moment of silence.

Of course I am afraid, but who else but your Mind Chamber is so important to me! Allen cursed inwardly, but dared not show it on his face; he decided to administer another strong dose.

"Is there something you have never noticed?"

"What thing?"

"When you developed an independent personality, your stance already changed; you have naturally stood on the opposite side of Voldemort!" Allen softly spoke this conclusion that felt utterly absurd.

Riddle narrowed his eyes.

He sneered and said, "I would very much like to hear this."

"As a magical lifeform with an independent personality, you have the most basic needs of all intelligent life: first, a longing for freedom and a hatred of loneliness; second, a desire for survival. When Voldemort is powerful, he will deprive you of these two needs."

"I do not know why you ended up in my hands, but I think a major reason is that Voldemort fell; the items he left behind became less valued. So when Voldemort was powerful, he would protect you very well, meaning you would lose your freedom. Since you know too many of Voldemort's childhood secrets, he would not allow anyone to communicate with you."

"Precisely because you know all of Voldemort's secrets before he turned eighteen, to prevent his secrets from being exploited by enemies, he would certainly conceive the idea of destroying you without damaging the Horcrux, which would threaten your survival."

"So for you, a half-dead Voldemort is the best Voldemort; your freedom and survival can both be guaranteed. From this perspective, are you and Voldemort not naturally standing on opposite sides?"

"When he is good, your survival situation worsens; when he is bad, your survival situation actually improves!"

Riddle's expression became serious; he had truly never thought from this angle, but upon careful reflection, it was indeed the truth.

Watching Riddle's expression, Allen felt somewhat proud: indeed, there are no permanent friends, only permanent interests; when there is conflict, isn't one standing on the opposite side?

It took Riddle quite a while to digest these words; he did not know how many times Allen's line of thinking had already shocked him.

"Then how do I know you stand on the opposite side of Voldemort? How do I know you will not betray me to Voldemort in the future?" Riddle suddenly asked.

Allen had long been prepared for this, although he did not particularly want to bring it out...

He opened two memories he had prepared long ago within the Mind Chamber: one concerning the events of Halloween in his first year, and the other the memory of Voldemort and Quirrell, the two-faced man.

"I have thoroughly offended Voldemort to the point of no return..." Allen said, feeling somewhat guilty and awkward.

Riddle watched the first smelly memory with full confusion; when he saw the second memory of Voldemort and Quirrell, man on top of man, he became unsettled...

"Voldemort has become like this now?" Riddle said with some disgust.

"Yes," Allen said very straightforwardly.

However, these two memories seemed to prompt Riddle to make up his mind.

"Your words today indeed make a lot of sense..." Riddle said softly, seeing the excited smile already appearing on Allen's face.

"But," Riddle suddenly changed his tone, "the wizarding world is ultimately a world of the strong devouring the weak, where power speaks. You do not think you can make me submit with mere words, do you?" Riddle returned to that gloomy appearance.

"I did not intend to make you submit; we will be friends afterwards..." Allen argued. Halfway through, he suddenly felt his words were so pale; wasn't his behavior today nothing but coercion and inducement?

Riddle only shook his head, saying nothing, merely scrutinizing Allen with black eyes.

"You want me to prove my power?" Allen understood Riddle's meaning.

"Yes!"

"How can I prove my power?"

Riddle revealed a strange smile and whispered softly in Allen's ear:

"There is a thousand-year-old Basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets of Slytherin. If you can defeat the Basilisk alone, I will submit to you!"

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