Chapter 184: The Fate of the Basilisk

"The control issue is actually quite easy to solve. It has already been beaten into submission by you and fears you greatly. You can modify the Basilisk's memory, making it obey you from within its mind and strengthening your control over it," Yodel said, presenting his solution.

"Hmph!" Allen was utterly disdainful of this plan. "You're trying to harm me! I've seen this method before. Modifying memories to increase loyalty is only suitable for young magical creatures with very little memory."

"And this Basilisk has lived for over a thousand years. Its memories must be incredibly vast. If I try to modify such a massive memory bank, I will be the one who gets hurt."

In response to Allen's questioning, Yodel showed no panic at all. He walked over to the Basilisk, gently stroked its nose, and said, "The difficulty of memory modification lies in the complexity of the target's memories. You don't understand this Basilisk. From birth, it was placed in this chamber. Its thousand years of memories are all about this chamber. Its memories are so simple and monotonous that, in a way, they are easier to modify than those of some young magical creatures."

"Moreover, for most of this millennium, it has been in hibernation. The total volume of memories is not large, making modification even easier."

Allen fell silent. He felt Yodel made a lot of sense. He drew his wand, placed it on the Basilisk's head, and sensed its memories. Indeed, it was exactly as Yodel had described...

"As long as you modify its memories over a long period, constantly increasing its obedience to you, it will become incredibly loyal. In the end, even my and Voldemort's Parseltongue will not be able to strip you of your control over it," Yodel urged, pressing his advantage.

Allen fell into deep thought...

"Ideological Imprint!" He suddenly remembered a concept he had seen in his past life.

"Very vivid!" Yodel nodded with a smile. "Although the Ministry of Magic banned the use of this method to control magical creatures long ago, I don't think you are the type of person constrained by worldly rules and regulations."

Allen nodded silently. This method was indeed simple, crude, and highly effective. If he were using this method to control other magical creatures, he would have to consider it carefully, but for a powerful and ferocious creature like the Basilisk, such a taboo approach actually made him feel more at ease.

Yodel tactfully moved on to the second topic.

"Treating the Basilisk is actually not complicated for you at all," Yodel dropped a shocking statement.

Allen looked at him in surprise, not understanding what medicine Yodel was selling from his gourd.

"We don't need to treat it at all. Right now, we only need to ensure its injuries do not continue to worsen," Yodel continued.

Allen's expression became even more surprised. "I don't have enough potions right now to stop its wounds from worsening. The only thing I can do is cancel the Transfiguration Curse on the mithril horn embedded in its wounds."

"That's enough!" Yodel clapped his hands together. "Then we can 'freeze' its injuries!"

"Freeze..." Allen unconsciously repeated the word, realizing what Yodel was talking about.

"Stasis Runes can only 'freeze' the activity of magical power, not the physical state of a magical creature!" he said, frowning.

"Regarding Stasis Runes, we actually know very little. But that ruin is likely tens of thousands of years old. If Stasis Runes cannot freeze the physical state of magical creatures, how did the creatures in that ruin survive for so long?" Yodel proposed a shocking hypothesis.

Allen couldn't help but glance at Yodel. He hadn't expected Yodel to think so deeply. "When did you come up with this idea?"

"When you created the Poké Ball," Yodel shrugged.

"The space inside the Poké Ball can indeed hold the Basilisk, but what's the use of just freezing it?" Allen countered.

"Do you mean releasing a wounded, dying Basilisk during the fight with Voldemort to scare the Death Eaters, and then treating them to a feast of snake meat?" Allen said quite harshly.

"Creatures like the Basilisk possess powerful regenerative abilities. As long as we use the Poké Ball to freeze its injuries and then find it enough food, it will heal itself very quickly once it receives a large amount of food," Yodel paid no heed to Allen's sarcasm.

"What you say does have some merit, but this leads to the third problem. How do you solve the third problem?" At this moment, Allen actually began to look forward to Yodel's answer.

But Yodel played coy. "Do you remember the letter Mr. Newt Scamander wrote to you?"

"Of course I remember. I've read that letter many times. I remember every single word on it," Allen replied, still not understanding what Yodel wanted to say.

"It mentioned what creature the Basilisk is the natural enemy of?" Yodel patiently guided Allen's train of thought.

"Acromantulas! They run away when they see a Basilisk..." Allen suddenly stopped. He completely understood Yodel's plan.

"The reason the Basilisk is the natural enemy of the Acromantula is that it very much enjoys eating them, and every single Acromantula is a great tonic for the Basilisk," Yodel said softly.

"And the Forbidden Forest is home to a vast number of Acromantulas. Their powerful reproductive ability poses a huge threat to the ecological balance of the Forbidden Forest. The centaurs have to kill hundreds of them during their hibernation just to barely maintain the balance, yet those hundreds of massive Acromantula corpses silently rot in the Forbidden Forest..." Yodel said very patiently.

"And the corpses of the hundreds of Acromantulas killed every year are the best food for the Basilisk!" Allen picked up Yodel's sentence.

Yodel nodded gently.

Allen was truly convinced this time. This was a very perfect logical loop; the logic in every link was flawless.

"The Basilisk gets treatment and food, you get Jin Jin Jialong in exchange for Acromantula venom and a loyal and powerful pet. You both have a bright future!" Yodel's tone remained flat.

Allen looked at Yodel with some surprise. I didn't see before that you were so good at talking! If you can talk, talk more!

If you say "I've won big" one more time, I'll think you're a transmigrator too. But Yodel is right about this matter. In this matter, I, damn it, have won big! Allen finally made up his mind.

He suddenly felt that having a Basilisk was indeed very nice. This pet was far superior to Dumbledore's Phoenix in some aspects. Although it was a bit ugly, how much magical material could such a huge body produce? This was a golden hen that could lay golden eggs!

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