Avis Blackthorn and the Magical Multicolour Jumper (The Wizard Magic School Series, Book 2) Read Online Free Page B

defeated by a boy!” the voice laughed, sending a chill down my spine — they were talking about him . I trained my ear towards the nearby conversation.
    “I should wind your opinions in Sir Humphrey,” came my Father’s voice, deep and commanding.
    “I should, but it’s true isn’t it?” screeched Sir Humphrey. “What hope is left for the darkness without its leader ?”
    My Father gruffed. “You just concentrate on your job, and remember who placed you where you are.”
    “He’s right though Nigel,” (that’s my Father’s name — Nigel, funny isn’t it?) “He’s gone, the opposing force is probably mounting an attack as we speak. I am surprised they’re not at the wedding already.” Father said nothing else that I could hear. So, they were worried that their evil empire would fall without it’s leader? So did that mean that Malakai had disappeared? I mean, I didn’t kill him or anything, I saw him get away — maybe someone else had got him?!
    “Hello, little brother,” came a long, slow drawn out voice. “We know what you did,” I opened my eyes slowly. All my brothers stood over me. Harold at the front, Simon, Wilson, Rory, Gary and Ross just behind. He’d told them. I just knew it. Fear rippled through me at the sight of these six pairs of dead, evil eyes staring down at me.
    “What’s wrong?” I said, as innocently as I could.
    Harold judged me and rocked his head. “You don’t look indignant at being accused, as you should be if your innocent,” he smiled.
    I frowned. “I don’t know what you mean,” I said, playing dumb was the best option. “What am I supposed to have done now?”
    Rory blurted it out. “Ross told us!” Harold held up a hand for silence.
    I scoffed. “Oh, so you believe him do you? He’s just annoyed because Mother and Father made him clean, he’ll do anything to have me do it all instead.”
    Harold raised an eyebrow. “But it’s also true that our Lord of Darkness hasn’t been seen or heard of since the end of school, when the sanctimonious little creep Partington claimed to have defeated him.”
    “You helped him!” cried Simon.
    “You did you did! Insider knowledge!” followed Gary.
    Harold raised his hands again. “Quiet!” he waited, my brothers mouths opened and closed, ready to shout obscenities whether I was innocent or not. “Ross’s story sticks. He thinks you had some inspired insider knowledge that helped this dead Partington boy end Malakai. Just tell me if this is true or not, it will be a lot easier in the long run if you just admit the truth to me.”
    I swallowed. “Whatever I say will be wrong.”
    “The truth…” said Harold.
    I couldn’t tell them the truth could I? Even though I was tempted to under Harold’s intense stare. For if I admitted that I’d helped Ernie, it would still be a lie. I didn’t help Ernie, I did it all. “I had nothing to do with any of it,” I said.
    “Any of what ?” said Wilson.
    “Well, whatever Ernie said.”
    “ Ernie ?” said Harold. “So your on first name terms?”
    I swallowed. “No, I…”
    Wilson huffed, then charged towards me. “I’ve had enough of this, there’s only one way we can find out the truth… pin him down!” A few people began looking round at the commotion.
    “Get away from me,” I said, holding my arms out at them, making them laugh.
    “What on earth are you gonna do to me?” said Wilson. “ Tidicidious …” he called lazily. A whistle lit the air, as a turquoise triangle shot towards me like a thrown dagger.
    I reacted as quickly as I could, wishing beyond all else that it would work. “ Dancidious !” I cried. The whistling spell Wilson said, hit an invisible reflective shield in front of me and bounced off.
    “Oh no…” I said — coming out of the doorway were ten entourages carrying the humungous twenty foot black cake. The dagger spell flew across the heads of guests and in one sickening, smashing sound the dagger shattered the glass.