The Lizardman's Gratitude

The spell provided by Fornis was verified by the system as correct. Allen held up the magic orb and said to the little green figures, "Then, I shall begin."

"We are counting on you!" Fornis, holding his grandson's hand, bowed deeply to Allen in unison.

Closing his eyes to steady his emotions, Allen held the magic orb of the Goddess of Luck, Fools, with both hands and recited the incantation aloud, filled with a sincere prayer. Streams of magic flowed from Allen's body, channeled into the orb. The orb erupted in brilliant silver light, which gradually softened and spread outward. As the light touched them, the Lucky Elves broke free from their shackles one by one, joyfully stroking their own hands and feet.

Fornis and Fult were also granted complete freedom. They walked hand-in-hand behind Allen and placed their hands against his back. "Let us lend you a hand." The immense power of their prayer caused the light from the orb to spread rapidly. The entire subway echoed with the sound of the incantation, so solemn and majestic. Allen's heart was filled with a sense of sanctity; to save an entire race was more meaningful than obtaining any honor.

The Lucky Elves spontaneously arranged themselves into the shape of leaves and began chanting an incantation that Allen could not understand at all. The entire carriage vibrated rhythmically to the cadence of the spell. Fult reached out his hands to Allen, signaling him to take hold, and Allen quickly grabbed him. In an instant, the entire carriage seemed to burst forth from the earth, and the dazzling sunlight immediately drew cheers from the Lucky Elves.

Allen looked down. Freed from the constraints of the Lizard Subway and the shackles of the confusion curse, the crowd in the subway returned to their bustling noise.

The Lucky Elves rode the lizards, flying toward the azure sky and welcoming the warm sunlight. Allen and the Lucky Elves hid within the scales of the lizards. As the scales opened and closed, sunlight and darkness alternated, and the wind whistled past their ears. Fult shouted joyfully, "This is the feeling of freedom!"

Finally, they landed on a quiet, deserted lawn. Allen jumped down from the lizard, and Fornis led the elves to jump down as well.

"Allen, thank you for your help to our Lucky Elf race. You will always be our good friend," Fornis said, looking at Allen with gratitude.

"Thank you, may our friendship last forever!" Allen replied.

"This is a potion we received from the Goddess of Luck to increase a wizard's magical potential. Unlike the rapid effects of a magic-boosting potion, its primary function is to significantly increase your potential for magical growth. Please accept this gift from us!" Fornis looked at Allen and smiled sincerely.

"Accept it, Allen. It's truly useful, so you won't have to struggle so much when casting spells in the future." As soon as Fult finished speaking, the lawn erupted with the good-natured laughter of the elves.

"Alright, I accept. Thank you all!" Allen smiled and accepted the elves' gesture.

"Friends, it's getting late, I must be going." Checking the sky, Allen hurriedly bid them farewell.

"I don't know where you are headed, Allen? We can give you a lift," Fult asked.

"I need to go to Diagon Alley." Allen looked at the desolate surroundings and did not refuse Fult's kindness.

Fornis said to Fortel, "Fortel, take the clansmen and rest. I will see Allen off and return shortly."

Fornis signaled for Allen to grab his arm. Allen quickly held on, and in an instant, they appeared at the entrance of the Leaky Cauldron. It was "Apparition." Fornis was an elf with abundant magic, so Apparating with Allen was no problem at all.

The two hugged and said goodbye once more, and Fornis vanished in the blink of an eye. Allen walked into the Leaky Cauldron with ease. He took a lap around the pub, but Mrs. Harris and the others had not yet arrived. For ladies, the styling of a single accessory could be discussed for a long time, let alone when they had so many clothes to buy!

"Great, I still have time to contact Harry." Allen walked quickly toward the owl post office, wanting to hire a qualified owl to reach Harry.

"I hope Harry hasn't left Diagon Alley yet." With a hint of apology, Allen tied the written parchment to the owl's leg.