Allen closed his eyes, centering himself amidst the grotesque horror of the frozen subway car. He took a slow, deep breath, concentrating on the ancient parchment and the dark-blue orb in his hands. He prayed, a true, heartfelt plea for the power to complete the momentous task.
After repeating the strange syllables of the incantation several times in his mind, he held the Magic Orb of the Goddess of Fortune, Fowles, tightly in both hands and recited the spell aloud.
The dormant magical energy within Allen's core surged forth, rushing into the orb like a flood tide breaking a dam. The sphere instantly crackled to life, pulsing with a vibrant, silvery light that rapidly oscillated between dazzling brilliance and deep shade, mimicking a rapidly beating heart.
Slowly, an ethereal, pale-blue light flickered outward from the sphere. As the light touched the nearest monstrosities—the lizard-bodied creatures serving as the seats—they shuddered violently. With loud snaps and dull thuds, the magic chains binding their essence were severed.
They broke free of their enforced forms, collapsing to the floor with relief, gleefully rubbing their freed limbs. They had been magically fixed in place, disguised as the mundane furniture of the Muggle world.
"Let us assist you, Benefactor!"
Foulnis and Fortel, already mobile, knelt beside Allen. The now-freed lizard-men instantly surrounded the spellcaster, adopting the same low, humble position.
The sheer, concentrated power of their gratitude and faith—a force as potent as a thousand wizards—supercharged the Magic Orb. Its light spread rapidly, and the low, solemn chanting of the incantation echoed through the subway car, now amplified by dozens of voices. The raw, sacred power of the collective magic filled Allen with an indescribable tremor, a terrifying sense of holiness.
As more and more creatures were rescued and joined the chant, the process accelerated until, finally, every single creature in the carriage was fully freed.
Before they could even savor their freedom, the very air in the car turned instantly cold and brittle. A sudden, terrifying change occurred: shadowy, winged figures began manifesting through the subway walls.
Allen felt an overwhelming, internal freeze, as if suffering from a deep, bone-chilling cold that attacked his very soul. All his hard-won joy, hope, and determination instantly drained away, leaving him submerged in a suffocating wash of pain and endless despair.
He forced himself to focus. These weren't the Dementors he remembered from the films. Though their bodies appeared waterlogged and decaying, they wore cloaks made not of tattered black cloth, but of raven feathers. Their hands were gnarled and crusted, but unlike normal Dementors, these entities each possessed a small, circular, mirror-like object set directly into the center of each palm.
"The Dementors of Eris!" Foulnis's sharp, panicked warning hissed telepathically from behind Allen. "They are enraged that we have regained our freedom and taken away their stable food source! Guard your soul!"
"The Patronus Charm is the only defense, but I don't know such a difficult spell!" Allen remembered the encyclopedia entry. He clutched his new wand, aiming it desperately, trying to force the Patronus Charm, but the wand tip remained inert.
"I need to think of something happy! The warmth of my two families, the pure joy of my friends, the taste of victory!" Allen frantically recited the conditions needed to cast the charm.
He managed to release a small wisp of silver-white mist, but the raw, bone-chilling cold instantly extinguished his focus, making every sense vanish into the terror.
Meanwhile, the Eris Dementors had begun their assault, their cold presence immediately draining the strength and joy from the newly freed elves who had not yet covered their faces.
"Brothers and Sisters! Do what is necessary!" Foulnis commanded.
Suddenly, as if guided by a desperate, holy instinct, the lizard-men did not rush to defend their comrades whose power was being drained. Instead, they maintained their protective circle around Allen and spontaneously directed their pink tentacles towards the young wizard.
An ancient, complex spell—incomprehensible to Allen—was recited in a low, harmonious chant. The entire carriage began to vibrate rhythmically with the magic. Allen, standing in the center, felt the raw, cold despair that the Dementors had inflicted instantly being sucked away by the tentacles. The power returning from them was not raw magic, but a wave of pure, concentrated, blissful joy.
Recognizing the immense sacrifice and support of the creatures, Allen screamed the incantation, empowered by synthesized, overwhelming happiness: "EXPECTO PATRONUM!"
A ball of light, which barely resembled a large, irregularly shaped, silver-white bird, erupted from the tip of his wand. This energy sphere swirled around the subway car. Unlike a true, enduring Patronus, it visibly dissipated as it flew, but its effect was immediate and overwhelming. Fewer and fewer Dementors remained in the car; they fled in a terrified, chaotic tide until the last, raven-cloaked figure vanished back through the subway walls.
A louder, more fervent chant of gratitude erupted from the Lucky Elves, far exceeding the noise of the rescue efforts.
"I begin to truly understand what you mean by bringing joy to people, Chief Foulnis," Allen breathed, exhausted but alive. When he had tried to cast a spell far exceeding his current ability, the Lucky Elves had absorbed his crippling negative emotions and transferred pure joy and euphoria, enabling him to temporarily access the missing power needed for the Guardian Charm.
"Without your intrinsic knowledge of the Patronus Charm, all the joy and happiness we have stored would have been utterly useless, and we would have been consumed by the Dementors of Eris, just as we have been for centuries," Foulnis projected, his voice now imbued with profound relief.
"Mr. Harris, you are truly the savior of our race, exactly as the oracle foretold." At this, all the Lucky Elves, led by Foulnis and Fortel, bowed deeply to Allen in absolute, profound gratitude.
Allen nodded, but his internal focus was on activating his developing Psychic Strength technique. "Hmm? How did they know my full name?"
The Chief seemed to sense Allen's internal doubt immediately. "Yes, wizard, your name is truly Allen Harris? The Goddess is truly omniscient and omnipotent… the ancient prophecy speaks with absolute accuracy."
[Congratulations, Host, on earning the gratitude of the lizard-like beings.]
The System notification had finally arrived, but Allen didn't have time to examine the rewards. The mission still had one crucial final step: freeing the Lucky Elves from the constraints of the Muggle Tube and returning them to their full liberty.
The Lucky Elves instantly formed a large, protective leaf shape with their bodies and began chanting a new series of incomprehensible spells. The entire carriage vibrated rhythmically with the collective magic.
Fortel extended his arm, gesturing for Allen to take it. Experienced in the mechanics of Portkey travel, Allen quickly grasped Fortel's hand—a slightly cold, wet, sticky, and frankly somewhat disgusting claw.
In an instant, everyone in the carriage experienced a brief, intense moment of weightlessness and dizziness before being launched upwards. Though they couldn't see the sky, the sudden rush of warm, clean air caused the lizard-bodied people to cheer wildly.
Freed from the bonds of the Subway Curse and the residual stun magic, the frozen Muggles snapped back to their euphoric state, completely unaware of the stolen time or the fantastical events that had just transpired.
Finally, on a quiet, utterly deserted patch of grass far away from the city bustle, Allen and the multitude of elves materialized.
"Mr. Harris, thank you for your incredible assistance to the Lucky Elf clan. You will forever be considered a true friend," Foulnis declared. Little Fortel looked around the open space, confused and elated. "So, this is what freedom feels like!"
"This," Foulnis continued, producing a vial from somewhere within his strange, scaled attire, "is a potion gifted to us by the Goddess of Fortune, Fowles, used to enhance a wizard's magical potential. We have kept it secured until the Oracle completed his quest. Unlike other power-enhancing potions that act quickly, this draught significantly increases your overall growth potential in magic. The Goddess instructed us to give it to the Oracle after the mission was complete." He handed the vial to Allen.
"I gratefully accept. Thank you!" Allen accepted without false modesty; rejecting such a profound gift would be disrespectful.
"Gentlemen, it's getting late; I must leave," Allen said, glancing up at the position of the sun.
"Where are you headed, Mr. Harris? Allow us to escort you," Fortel asked, his concern genuine. "Forgive my bluntness, but you do not appear to have mastered the art of Apparition yet."
"I need to get back to Diagon Alley," Allen confirmed. Looking around the deserted surroundings, he realized he shouldn't refuse the offer.
Chief Foulnis intervened, speaking directly to his grandson. "Fortel, you and the others must rest. I will take our benefactor the rest of the way."
Foulnis wrapped his scaly claw around Allen's arm. After a brief, intense moment of disorienting dizziness, they found themselves standing directly at the entrance to the Leaky Cauldron.
Foulnis bowed one last time in thanks and vanished in the blink of an eye.
Allen slipped easily into the familiar, dimly lit pub. He wandered through the main common room; his mother had not yet arrived. Ladies, he mused, can spend hours discussing a single accessory, and even if they buy nothing, they must try on everything just to see.
"Not bad. I still have some time. I need to contact Harry. I can't break our promise to meet."
Allen walked purposefully towards the public owl post station, planning to hire a reliable owl to send a message to Harry.
"I wonder if Harry has even left Diagon Alley yet?" Allen secured the parchment he had quickly written to the hired owl's leg.
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