Chapter 159: The Scent of Freedom

"Good!" Allen Finis said decisively, without the slightest hesitation.

This answer caught Riddle off guard; he looked at Allen in astonishment...

Allen felt Riddle was quite right; his behavior indeed resembled recruiting underlings, and since he was recruiting underlings, he had to show some muscle, so this condition absolutely had to be accepted.

"I want to add a time limit: you must defeat the Basilisk before the end of second year. I don't have the patience to wait ten or eight years before going to worship the Basilisk." Yodel suddenly realized a loophole in his conditions.

"No problem!" Allen replied very crisply, "But I also have a condition!"

"What condition?"

"Before the end of second year, you must allow me to use the Thought Chamber inside the diary normally." Allen stared intently at Riddle, his momentum not falling short in the least.

"Good!" Liddle looked at Allen appreciatively, "You have truly impressed me today; you now possess the mindset of a powerhouse."

"Thank you for the compliment! Riddle." Allen accepted Riddle's praise without any modesty.

"Don't call me Riddle anymore," Riddle said suddenly, "You are right! Riddle is Voldemort; Yodel is me..."

"Okay!" Allen shrugged; this was a very good sign.

Yodel looked at Allen and reminded him somewhat helplessly, "There is one matter you must hurry up with!"

"What matter?" Allen asked in confusion.

"The Transfiguration Charm on that iron box in Harry Potter's hand is about to expire, or perhaps it already has; you need to hurry!" Yodel felt even more helpless; he felt Allen was being somewhat unreliable.

"Oh, the expiration time for that Transfiguration Charm is one hour; you don't need to worry." Allen smiled at Yodel, speaking in a relaxed tone.

"You—" Yodel vanished angrily into the Thought Chamber; he felt he had been completely outmaneuvered by Allen today...

The corners of Allen's mouth slowly curled upward...

After leaving the Thought Chamber, Allen was surprised to discover his back was completely soaked with sweat.

He rested for a while before sitting up in bed; he drew back the curtains of his four-poster bed and saw Ron and Harry happily playing Wizard's Chess, a picture of tranquil times, completely unaware that something extremely perilous had just occurred right beside them.

Under the puzzled gazes of Harry and Ron, he retrieved that iron box.

Then he walked to the dormitory window, pushed it open, and looked out at Hogwarts and the Forbidden Forest, now entered into spring; the gentle spring breeze brushed against his cheeks, making him feel incredibly open-hearted...

Actually, there was one matter Allen had not yet raised: he and Voldemort had become thoroughly entrenched enemies, with no possibility of reconciliation in sight; even if Voldemort wanted to reconcile, Allen dared not believe Voldemort's words.

Therefore, the situation between him and Voldemort was one of life-or-death struggle; if he were to completely eliminate Voldemort, he would have to destroy that fragment of Voldemort's soul within the diary, but after destroying that soul fragment, would Yodel be destroyed as well?

He estimated Yodel had also thought of this point, but Yodel probably did not believe Voldemort would ever fall to such a state, so he simply did not mention it.

But Allen knew that eventually, all of Voldemort's Horcruxes would be found and then completely destroyed by the protagonists.

What would Yodel do when that time came?

Allen had already begun thinking ahead about this issue.

By that time, he should have already established his own Thought Chamber and would no longer rely on Yodel.

If Yodel performed poorly over these few years, then it would be very easy to handle.

If Yodel performed well over these few years, then it would be rather troublesome, after all, Allen was still someone who cherished old sentiments.

Perhaps he could find a way to separate Yodel out without harm; if he couldn't find one, maybe he could consider sparing Voldemort's life.

After all, by that time, he, this White Demon King, should have risen to power,

and Voldemort should no longer be a problem for him. Suddenly, Allen felt a strong surge of self-confidence; he had great confidence in his own potential.

Is this the powerhouse mindset Yodel just mentioned? Allen thought with some self-mockery.

Indeed, one's own strength is the most important thing! He realized this in his heart.

He hadn't expected his mindset to undergo such an earth-shaking change over this year and a half...

When he first transmigrated, he still had the mindset of an ordinary person, only wanting to save his life, only wanting to evade danger and stay far away from it; as his personal power grew, his mindset gradually changed, he began to become less timid and hesitant, and now he could actually look down upon Voldemort strategically...

With a great weight lifted off his heart, Allen was in a very good mood.

He had just written a letter to Mr. Newt Scamander, the content of which mainly inquired about various information regarding the Basilisk.

Although he had already promised Yodel to defeat the Basilisk, he was not a rash person; he needed to gather various information about the Basilisk to assess the situation before making a final decision.

Although the Basilisk's age of 1,000 years made him feel uncertain, he suddenly realized that this Basilisk should be the final boss Harry would face in his second year.

Since even Harry can defeat the Basilisk, then I can do it too. Allen inexplicably gained some confidence.

Moreover, it was now February, with more than three months left until the end of second year; he had ample time to prepare, but how to prepare would have to wait until he received Mr. Scamander's reply before deciding.

In his good mood, Allen decided to bring out his elementary school craft—book covering; after all, many people already knew about the loss of his black-covered diary, so carrying the diary openly would be inconvenient for him in the future, thus wrapping a book cover around the diary was the simplest concealment method he could think of.

"Why are you using red paper to cover the book? Can't you use Slytherin green paper?" Words suddenly appeared on the diary.

"Why so much nonsense!" Allen ruthlessly suppressed Yodel's dissatisfaction.

The diary remained silent for a long while; it seemed Yodel was somewhat angry...

"Want to go out for a spin?" Allen said softly to Yodel.

"Control the Blade Leopard to play around the outskirts of Hogwarts?" Words immediately began appearing rapidly on the diary; the handwriting was somewhat messy, revealing the writer's inner turmoil.

"Yes, a promise made must be kept." Allen chuckled lightly.

Having said this, he picked up the covered diary, walked out of Gryffindor Tower, exited Hogwarts Castle, and arrived at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, finding a spot concealed by trees...

He skillfully Transfigured a Blade Leopard, placed the diary upon it, "Currently, the Blade Leopard is the best I've debugged; you try it first, and afterward I'll consider custom-making a Transfigured beast specifically suited for you."

The diary moved without wind, flipping open with a rustling sound; a large cloud of silvery mist surged out, vaguely forming a human shape; upon closer inspection, one could even make out Yodel's appearance...

The human figure formed by the mist surged into the body of the Blade Leopard; Allen quickly severed his connection with the Blade Leopard and retrieved the diary.

The Blade Leopard began making various strange and stiff movements on its own, as if unfamiliar with this body; however, it took only 20 minutes for its movements to become as smooth as flowing clouds and running water.

"Not bad!" This line of text appeared on the diary.

"Then go play! The Transfiguration Charm can only last 12 hours; tomorrow morning, wait for me in this tree hollow, and I will come to retrieve your separated consciousness." Allen pointed at a tree hollow and spoke to the diary.

As a result, he saw the Blade Leopard nod at him in a very human-like manner; Allen gave it a gentle wave of his hand.

The Blade Leopard turned and walked toward the depths of the Forbidden Forest, the setting sun stretching its shadow long...

It ran faster and faster, swiftly charging onto a huge rock before stopping; it gazed obsessively at the scenery of the Forbidden Forest beneath the rock, the golden sunset sprinkling upon the Mithril armor on its body, refracting brilliant light...

Allen watched it silently...

It suddenly raised its head and let out a long cry: "Awooo—"

The sound stretched far and long, as if venting the emotions in its heart...

After he finished roaring, he turned back, looked deeply at Allen once, then jumped down from the stone and quickly disappeared into the depths of the Forbidden Forest...

A gentle breeze brushed Allen's cheeks, also bringing the scent of spring...

He took a deep breath...

Hmm, it was the smell of fresh grass...

It was the smell of freedom...

It was the smell of a life confined for decades finally gaining freedom...

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