Chapter 99: The Worker

London, Diagon Alley.

A dilapidated, tiny shop with a gilded sign on the door that had peeled away, reading: Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 BC. In the dusty window, a single wand lay alone on a faded purple cushion.

Since it was not yet time for Hogwarts to send out acceptance letters, there were hardly any customers in the shop.

But today, an uninvited guest had arrived at this shop. It was the hottest time of the London summer; pedestrians on the street wore very light clothing, yet this uninvited guest was clad in a long robe, with hands wrapped up tightly...

He dragged his luggage, hesitated for a moment at the shop entrance, and then pushed the door open and went inside.

The shop was very small; apart from a long bench, there was nothing else. The uninvited guest sat quietly on the chair, waiting.

"Good afternoon!" a soft voice said.

The uninvited guest quickly stood up. "Hello! Mr. Ollivander!"

An old man stood before him; his pair of large, very light-colored eyes shone like two bright moons in the dim shop.

"Oh, eleven and a quarter inches, yew, dragon heartstring, very suitable for Transfiguration, Mr. Finis, welcome!" Mr. Ollivander said softly.

This uninvited guest was none other than Allen Finis.

It was clearly 10.24 inches; the measurement standards of the Wizarding World were truly crude! Allen muttered inwardly; this length was the result of his precise measurement.

However, he dared not show it on his surface. He bowed to Mr. Ollivander and said, "Mr., I have come to fulfill the agreement we made back then. Thank you for your help back then."

"Every little wizard in the Wizarding World is very precious. I cannot stand idly by and watch a little wizard be unable to attend school because they have no wand." Mr. Ollivander said softly.

"But it seems you have had a fairly good time at Hogwarts; you are half a head taller than last year." Mr. Ollivander recalled happily.

"Yes, the teachers and classmates have all been very good to me; I have made many friends there." Allen followed up on Mr. Ollivander's words.

Mr. Ollivander seemed to think of something again; he examined Allen carefully, as if discovering something abnormal.

"Have you found a way to cure your condition at Hogwarts? I see the organs on your head are all normal! And why are you wearing so much in such hot weather? Look at you, covered in sweat..." Mr. Ollivander said, somewhat puzzled.

Upon hearing this, Allen began to smile bitterly. He had been undergoing Wand Talent Transformation every day recently. The things randomly obtained during this period had a relatively normal style, but today he had randomly obtained something rather abnormal.

Therefore, he was somewhat reluctant to come for the report today, but he sadly discovered that he now had nowhere to go; the money on his person was not even enough to stay one night at the Leaky Cauldron. Although he was quite familiar with the people there, he did not want to shamelessly stay there for a night.

So he came directly to Ollivanders Wand Shop. After all, he still had to work here for more than two months; he could not stop the Wand Talent Transformation during these two months. Mr. Ollivander would have to face his situation sooner or later, so he came directly.

I hope Mr. Ollivander will not kick me out because of this. Allen prayed in his heart.

"Child! Quickly take off your robe to cool down! I suspect you are about to suffer from heatstroke. Come, drink this cup of ice water first." Mr. Ollivander warmly invited Allen.

A cup of ice water, emitting cool vapor, floated before Allen; water droplets hung on the cup.

Looking at the ice water, Allen couldn't help swallowing; he was indeed very hot now...

"Mr. Ollivander, please prepare yourself mentally. Whatever you see in a moment, do not panic, because it will not harm you..." Allen solemnly reminded Mr. Ollivander.

Mr. Ollivander was very puzzled.

"At my age, I have seen everything, but I did not understand what you are saying!"

Allen sighed; he had already warned him. If he got scared, it had nothing to do with him...

"Drink quickly, child!" Mr. Ollivander looked at Allen kindly.

The next moment, he sucked in a sharp breath...

A brown tentacle coiled around that water cup; the suckers on it were clearly visible through the glass cup...

Yes, what Allen randomly obtained today was an octopus tentacle; his two hands had been transformed into octopus tentacles. Each tentacle had many suckers; looking at them made one's acrophobia of clusters flare up.

Fortunately, octopus tentacles, like human hands, possess extremely high sensitivity, so transforming into tentacles had absolutely no effect on his normal life.

The strangest thing was that whenever Allen experienced emotional changes such as panic, excitement, or enthusiasm, the tentacles would change color.

Allen was already extremely hot; while taking the cup of ice water with one hand, he used the other tentacle to take off his robe...

Allen's full appearance was thus exposed before Mr. Ollivander...

Allen picked up the water cup and drank it all in one gulp. He felt instantly much more comfortable, and then he discovered he could not find Mr. Ollivander anymore...

"Mr. Ollivander, where are you? This is still my talent! Do not be afraid!" Allen shouted while searching for Mr. Ollivander in the shop.

Finally, he found Mr. Ollivander in a corner. Mr. Ollivander had shrunk himself into that corner, looking at Allen in terror; his gaze kept sliding over Allen's tentacles but dared not linger on them...

"How did your condition worsen even after going to Hogwarts? Even Professor Dumbledore cannot cure you?" Mr. Ollivander's voice trembled somewhat.

Allen barely managed to calm Mr. Ollivander down; Mr. Ollivander's emotions finally settled.

However, he hesitated whether to keep Allen. Fortunately, after Allen explained carefully, Mr. Ollivander reluctantly accepted him.

Then he was taken by Mr. Ollivander to tour the place.

The wand shop did not look large from the outside, and the counter was also relatively narrow, but the interior was a world apart; there were many rooms inside, such as the Material Room, the Micro-Engraving Room, the Assembly Room, the Wand Testing Room, and so on.

Allen was very interested in the Micro-Engraving Room; he very much wanted to know what things would be engraved in the Micro-Engraving Room...

Finally, Mr. Ollivander brought him to the front of a bedroom. The bedroom was very simple, containing only one bed, one cabinet, one table, and one chair. Fortunately, he did not have many belongings, so this small room was sufficient.

Opposite the room was Mr. Ollivander's bedroom. There was no kitchen in the shop; their three meals a day were delivered from the Leaky Cauldron.

Mr. Ollivander also introduced his job responsibilities to Allen, mainly responsible for some reception and assisting him with some wand manufacturing matters, with two days of rest per week.

Allen readily agreed to this.

Allen thus settled down in Mr. Ollivander's shop.

Becoming a glorious worker...