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

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

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 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,

Elizabeth, Johnny and Alexander were in the library. Today there were exactly two weeks since they spent their time in the library reading, apart from the time when they had lunch and rested, of course. It was very hard for them during these two weeks, as if they had to wait for a human life time. During all this time, apart from a few talks with other colleagues or professors, the three only talked to each other or to the professors Knudlac and Harmony, who often came to discuss with them what they read."These Ice Golems ... how do they know what to do?" Elizabeth asked Johnny.But the boy just shrugged."Magic ... I think," the boy answered.Alexander didn't sit next to them. He read alone without asking questions. But from time to time, he responded to the others, to show them how well prepared and educated he was. When did he come up with answers? Well, whenever the other two had such questions, such as those about the Ice Golems."These golems belong t