235 Harry Potter: Allen's Will and 2B's Love

Allen was surrounded by the creature with its red eyes fixed on him to kill him. The creature's multiple mouths began to glow, resembling the breath of a dragon, but in many different colors and consistencies.

The breath from each mouth shot out in all directions to hit Allen. There were all sorts of attacks: energy-based ones like fire and plasma, corrosive ones like poison and acid, and bizarre ones like a black tar-like breath and a transparent breath capable of distorting space.

This thing showed no mercy. It was strong and intelligent, able to absorb magic, and seemingly unaffected by anything except being attacked by system fragments.

Moreover, it was immune to status and area effects, and worst of all, it seemed to learn from Allen's attacks.

It wasn't like Doomsday or Mahoraga, which adapt to constant damage. This creature consciously understood how Allen attacked and could prepare a countermeasure or even copy his power.

...

Allen remained silent as his shield stopped a rain of different powers from all directions.

It would be a lie if Allen wasn't surprised by such a monster, but he remained calm because he had an option—he could simply crush the monster with brute power.

There are two limitations to Allen's magical power at this moment. One is his age, which limits his magical level.

But there's an even greater limitation. When Allen opened the three iridescent chests in his fight against Superman, one of them contained a magical core equal to that of a destruction god.

That core endowed him with immense magical power. However, since he used it by cheating, he never met the original owner. So Allen is ignorant of the origin of this magical power.

Thus, despite his apparent desperate situation, Allen has the option to crush his opponent with pure brute power... but...

What would happen when he faces an opponent with similar characteristics whom he can't overcome with brute force alone?

Allen breathed deeply as his eyes glowed intensely red, while runes appeared on his clothes.

*Allen's POV*

I know...

I understand...

This is a problem I can overcome with power...

But something inside me screams not to do it...

Pride?... or was my ego simply wounded?

No... I'm not like that... I've endured many foolish things to make people laugh and have a good time... I'm not afraid to be ridiculous, and I wouldn't cry over having to retreat...

So why don't I just pull out the Yggdrasil wand and detonate this thing?

I know...

Because it would be admitting that I can't defeat this monster with a similar level of power...

I don't want to...

I'm afraid...

I'm afraid that if I choose the easy path now, there may come a time when sheer power alone won't be enough to defeat my opponent...

It makes sense...

In the future, there may be monsters that can nullify magic, absorb energy, block my abilities, and even use them against me...

So what will you do, Allen Walker?...

*End of POV*

Multiple portals formed around Allen, from which many jet-black tentacles emerged. These tentacles attacked the creature, covering its mouths; each tentacle bore a fragment.

Allen made a gesture with his hand, and all the fragments detonated.

The thing screamed with a piercing sound capable of making people's ears bleed or even driving them mad. Allen, on his part, remained calm as he created a lance with the fragments.

It wasn't the time to hesitate; Allen began to spend these valuable items without restraint.

Allen thrust the lance into the middle of the largest head while it roared with rage.

The creature extended its heads like a hydra, attempting to devour Allen.

Allen created a magical circle in the air to step on and move away; Allen's wand lit up. "Confringo!"

One of the heads exploded, only to regenerate shortly afterward.

"Two to three seconds..." murmured Allen.

Allen altered his magic to emulate different types of powers. However, emulation isn't the same as conversion; in the end, it's still magic, so he can't be sure if Haki, ki, or real cursed energy could harm this thing.

No conventional physical damage, no conventional magical damage, no spiritual damage.

Allen knew how to harm it, but using fragments is a high price for just a test. So he would take the opportunity to try a different method.

...

Harry arrived in the chamber where the mirror and consequently the stone were. Harry found a man with a turban.

"Hello, Harry Potter... I'm Quirinus Quirrell... perhaps you don't know me, but I was supposed to be your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, not... him."

Quirrell introduced himself without hostility or feigned incompetence. To start, Quirrell had pretended to be cowardly and foolish.

It was hard to believe because, in the canon, he even faints when going to report that there's a troll loose in the school—a disgraceful act for a professor supposed to be an expert in these situations.

"You're not Snape..." said Harry, not very surprised. "I had already accepted the possibility that you weren't, but you're a Hogwarts professor!"

"Yes, yes, I know!" Quirrell chuckled. "You don't understand... once you do, you'll know why it's already too late for me."

Quirrell removed his turban to reveal a second face on his head. It was unpleasant and terrifying for a child, but Harry somehow remained steadfast.

"Voldemort..." said Harry.

"Harry Potter... the boy who lived..."

Quirrell was possessed by Voldemort while traveling and became his slave, and now the dark lord lived inside Quirrell. He had no body of his own and hoped to use the philosopher's stone to create one.

...

...

Ultimately, Harry's courage kept him steady, but as expected, he couldn't resist a professor and was forced to look into the mirror and, as in the original story, obtain the stone.

Dumbledore had said that only someone who wanted the stone but didn't intend to use it would get it. Something meaningless because Flamel used it to live for more than six hundred years. Is he the only one who has the right to live longer?

Harry saw himself winking and putting the stone in his pocket.

"What did you see!" Quirrell was annoyed by Harry's silence.

"It's Dumbledore... he greets me because I won the Quidditch Cup."

The mirror reflects the person's most hidden desires. So Harry tried to lie but it didn't work.

Harry stepped back slowly, intending to approach the entrance and run out.

"He has the stone, take it from him!" Voldemort shouted. Everything happened as it was supposed to in the canon, but...

...

The butterfly effect is a metaphor used in chaos theory to describe how small actions or changes in a complex system can have significant and often unpredictable effects on the future. The name comes from the idea that the flapping of a butterfly in one place can eventually cause a hurricane in another distant place due to the amplification of small disturbances over time.

A classic example of the butterfly effect is as follows:

Imagine a butterfly flapping its wings in Brazil. This small movement generates a slight local air current. Over time, this current may influence cloud formation, thus altering the local weather pattern. As time passes, these local climate changes can interact with other larger atmospheric systems, eventually affecting the formation of a hurricane in the Atlantic.

Allen Walker is the butterfly... no, he was directly a hurricane out of nowhere, but he had taken care not to affect key things.

He had left Harry with the Dursleys but prevented him from suffering their abusive treatment. Thus, Harry had a better childhood, which made him a bit more confident and less withdrawn from others.

He also created a magical family, which significantly affected the world. One of the most affected things was the dark side of the magical world. Many dark wizards and witches, countless Death Eaters, ended up in Azkaban, making the remaining ones fear for their lives.

As a result, many dark wizards who had previously scorned Voldemort and probably would have betrayed him upon seeing him so weak decided to help him.

It's ironic, but the existence of such a great threat like Allen Walker further united the treacherous, cruel, selfish, arrogant, and evil dark wizards.

...

"...!"

Harry was about to run, but someone was behind him. Harry turned around and saw an unfamiliar man with two others beside him.

One of them was bleeding and had a cut on his eye, while another was missing an arm.

"Lord Voldemort, we must get out of here fast, we can't stop that monster!!" shouted the man, holding his bleeding arm.

"Impossible, there were twenty of you, I only asked for ten minutes!" Quirrell yelled, annoyed by the situation.

"We tried! Half of us have already fallen!" said the wizard with the bleeding eye.

"So, you three fled?" Voldemort said disdainfully. "No matter, give me the stone!"

"No!" shouted Harry.

The man snatched the stone from Harry and pushed him, causing him to fall to the ground. Harry cannot be harmed by Voldemort, but that only includes Voldemort. Any of those dark wizards could kill him.

The man eyed the stone with a hint of greed; it was the Philosopher's Stone, with which one could become immortal!

"To become immortal, you must run away with that stone," Voldemort said with a smile.

The man recalled images of Allen walking among dozens of spells without a scratch, and as if to mock them, he not only didn't use his wand but attacked them with a sword.

(A/N: The Allen they mention is Artoria)

A shiver ran through the dark wizards.

Voldemort knew the level of fear Allen Walker provoked; he was surprised that such an existence had emerged seemingly out of nowhere while he temporarily stepped down from the stage.

Everyone longed for a savior in dark times, but just as people called for a hero, demons clamored for a Demon King. No one wanted to end up in Azkaban, where death was a relief and not a punishment.

The man looked at Voldemort, who wore a confident smile.

"No..." The man smiled with disdain, with sweat drops on his forehead.

"What?!"

"You're not the only one," said the man, then the other two dark wizards smiled. "Apparition"

The three dark wizards disappeared, leaving Quirrell and Harry speechless.

"WHY?!" Quirrell screamed.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHGGGGG!!" Voldemort, who could barely speak, let out a piercing scream.

...

Outside Allen's domain, 2B and Rebecca were waiting.

2B placed a hand on her heart; she still wasn't accustomed to having one. Thanks to him, she had discovered many things that were a mystery. On one hand, she didn't like how her heart hurt so much when she saw her master in danger, but on the other hand, she was the YoRHa who had come closest to understanding humans.

(Flashback)

2B entered the room to see Allen reading a spellbook.

A barely perceptible smile crossed her face. 2B could tell when it was her master or Artoria. Even if they both acted the same way, Artoria couldn't evoke that feeling of warmth every time she saw him.

Allen looked at 2B.

Name - YoRHa No. 2 Type B "2B"

Race - Rozen Doll

Age - ??? years (She was an android, so the concept of age doesn't apply)

Physical Characteristics Tab, touch to expand +

Physical Parameters Tab, touch to expand +

Affection ??? (The question marks indicate that she lacks sufficient knowledge about love to calculate it)

Loyalty +999 (Any parameter above 100 indicates a low probability of betrayal)

Note: 2B feels a huge burden being the only YoRHa to know a human, so she wouldn't hesitate to die to protect you. Be careful with this girl and don't let her do anything crazy.

Current Objective - Teach her what love is.

A drop of sweat fell down Allen's cheek; he was just going to greet 2B, and the system says he must teach her what love is.

"Master, are you okay?" 2B frowned and began to analyze him to find abnormalities. She sat next to Allen and took his hand while scanning his vital signs.

Allen looked at the girl; she had her blindfold on, although she no longer used it as a symbol that the YoRHa did not accept that humanity was extinct and fought for nothing. Instead, she used it for utility, as that blindfold was also a visor.

Allen reached out and removed her blindfold, revealing her beautiful blue eyes. Allen ran his hand over 2B's cheek...

She was so focused on ensuring Allen's safety that she ignored all this.

"2B..." Allen called.

"...Yes?"

She replied and noticed her master was close and looking at her closely, plus his hand was on her cheek, and she didn't have her blindfold on.

"Can you switch to your human form?" Allen said with a hint of jest and amusement.

2B panicked; she knew that in her human form, she couldn't control her emotions. It was even possible she would faint in this situation.

But her loyalty outweighed her embarrassment. "Is it an order?" 2B asked fearfully.

"No..." Allen chuckled and let go of her.

She lowered her head slightly in embarrassment; even in her android form, she felt weak being so close to Allen. There was a desire and need to be cared for and appreciated by him. This desire was intense, but when she became human, there was an emotion she couldn't understand or control, so she didn't want to be in her human form near Allen.

Allen stroked 2B's head. She felt a wave of satisfaction, almost like a sin, but she didn't pull away and enjoyed it.

Allen, for his part, didn't want to take advantage of 2B's ignorance. He could do whatever he wanted with her, and she wouldn't resist; in fact, she would accept it gladly, as for a YoRHa, it equated to the utmost satisfaction to be useful to her human.

But Allen didn't want her to feel good just because she was useful to him. She should understand why humans do such things before doing them, so the system's mission didn't seem so absurd to him.

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