“What have you done? Have you thought about opening the diary?”
“No ... I waited for you to go and see if Da Vinci could help us. Instead I calculated a few old recipes ... the quantities of ingredient that need to be mixed.”
“How boring is maths time ... but how boring it is to spend your Saturdays like that,” Johnny complained. “I never understood what magic has to do with maths ...”
“Mr. Knudlac said that what helps us in difficult situations in life is knowledge. This is what Mr. Kant told us, do you remember?”
“Yeah ...” Johnny said not very convinced.
“All subjects such as mathematics, chemistry, biology and others are part of the knowledge. They help us to become good wizards. To think before we act.”
“I think we should also socialize. Too much can damage your brain...,” Johnny smiled proudly, though because he had such a smart girl next to
Elizabeth entered the shop with a small panel, ripe cherry colour, where it was written in moving letters, bright green: "Everything for everyone." That panel was a flying one and probably if you were ignorant and went past it, it would wobble in front of you until you walked inside, into the little store.As she stepped inside, she heard a harsh voice like that of a professor who scolds his student for not learning the lesson:“WHAT DO YOU WANT!?”Miss Edwards didn't know where the question came from, because there was no one there. She looked very carefully in the store so small and narrow, that almost no other person could enter. But she saw no human face.Inside there was just a shelf with a few things on it. Some beautifully written papers suggested that stuff was at great discount. Outside the shelf was a very clean counter, with no one behind it.“Everything for everyone?” the girl murmured. “I think you can count with yo
Again the children sat extremely quietly at their desks.This is how they used to sit at maths time, which many professors avoided teaching to the children and which was then taught by none other than ... Professor Knudlac.“Julian Southwood, please tell me how you find out what it means ...”The professor read a recipe.“What does it mean: 4 measures of beetle powder and 2 and a half times more ... juice of Dionaea Muscipulatore Grande? A carnivorous plant,” explained the professor to the children, poking his nose out of the book.Julian drew on a small tablet 4 measures of beetle powder. After that he drew four measures of dust ... and four more and four more.The students who already knew the result started laughing.But with a simple, short-sighted piercing gaze of Knudlac’s, they twisted their guts for laughter.“Let's see, Julian Southwood. Let's think about it,” Knudlac tol
“Let's not rush ...”The boy cleaned the blackboard because he felt something was wrong."Let's think a little," the professor told Johnny. “A quarter less than the quantity of a quarter of a cup it means ...”The boy wrote again on the blackboard.¼ - ¼ = 0Again the same mistake, so the professor stood up and started writing on the blackboard.¼ - flying chestnut tea1- ¼ - water from dragon scalesThe professor gave Johnny the magic chalk.“And the same amount of basilisk glue.”But Johnny was so confused, that he was about to cry."I don't understand why we should learn such calculations," he sighed.“Because we need maths all the time. For potions, for example,” Knudlac again showed Johnny the geranium that was quiet and calm.“I'm not interested in potions,” the boy defended his point. “Neither
Elizabeth sat at her desk and looked at the diary. Bedtime was to be announced soon. She checked the time and unfortunately she had only nine minutes before going to sleep; it was 8:51 pm.She took out that pen with transparent nib which she got from Rujnoiu. She wandered what she should do to see if there was anything written in that mysterious diary. She opened the diary where someone expressed thoughts and placed the pen on the page where it was opened. But ... nothing happened.“What was written with ice ... will only be seen through the ice. Maybe I should try to write something ...”And she tried to write the text that came to her mind all the time.But she couldn’t write more, as the ice nib began to light in the room where she was and the pen jumped out of her hand, starting to move by itself in the air, writing letters and forming words, texts, written in a blue hue like the clear sky. All the words written by that pen appeared
“Yes,” the girl replied. “I go to Mr. Knudlac’s school of magic.”"Very well," her father said softly. Then maybe you can get us to eat some ice cream.”The girl looked at her father.“But I still don't know how to walk without using my legs”.Her father gently stroke her head.“That's why you have me. That's why you have your mother and me. To help you where needed and to correct you if necessary. Now take the wand in your right hand, please. You have a wand, don't you?”The girl nodded head showing her father she had that wizard weapon and took it out from the sleeve of the robe she was wearing.“Now think of a place where you saw ice cream,” her father urged.The girl closed her eyes, but her father interrupted her.“My dear, don't rush so hard.”The girl looked at her father. She didn't know what to do so she waited
It was a wonderful Saturday, like any weekend day when you can do what you want. Johnny and Elizabeth enjoyed the day without classes and spent time in the girl's room. She fed her guardian, and the boy sat on a chair holding her dairy, busy studying that object.“If you look in the diary now, can you read what happened that night?”Elizabeth approved with a slight nod.“Can I read what is written in the diary? Doesn’t it bother you?”“No,” the girl smiled. “You can read my diary for now.”The boy opened the diary, looked at it and became sad like a cat that is outside and the rain started.“There isn’t anything written in it. I hope you didn't fool me.”The girl got scared. She left the hawk alone and ran quickly to the boy who looked at her in a way too serious to be a joke. She took the magic dairy in her hand, looked in it, and took a deep breath.
The girl beckoned to Johnny to go to her room, even if the boy didn't quite agree with that. He was eager to investigate what Prince Soimesti was going to do.When he was finally pushed into Elizabeth's room, he reacted, very upset:“I say let’s follow Alexander to see what he intends!”"That's what we do," Elizabeth told him, leaving the door open and looking at that curtain.Johnny also got nearer the door and looked in the direction where the boy hid.The other students began to part, most to their rooms, sad, grumpy, and not cheerful at all.“Do you know what an ogre is?”“Of course I do,” the boy burst intrigued by the fact that the girl questioned his knowledge. “He is one of the most horrible creatures. It’s said it’s the creation of a group of strong witches who once lived in the mountains of Transylvania, the Carpathians. Those witches joined their evil forces
The children saw the ogre trying to cook Alexander. This is probably why Abigail screamed. The boy was tied to a tree trunk that was sat on two other large trunks lying on the ground.From time to time the ogre turned Alexander around, probably to cook him all over. The fire was controlled by the ogre, blowing hard in the hot ember beneath the boy, making the fire more and more powerful.Still, to his luck, when the ogre was busy with something else, Alexander used the magic wand he had with him to put out the fire.Even so, it was clear the boy felt very hot there, because he kept sweating. If you saw him, you could swear sweat flowing from him put out the fire, not the spells cast with his wand.Abigail was locked in a cage. Probably ... his next meal, the kids thought. So there was nothing left for them to do but intervene."Go and untie Alexander," whispered Elizabeth to Johnny.The boy looked at her. He didn’t feel able to do it,