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

you…”
    “Why?” I said.
    “Why? Why ?” he said a little too loud, his face twitchy and dangerous. “Because you had something to do with the downfall of him .”
    I swallowed hard. “I don’t know what you mean.”
    “The Lily said as much… you and the Partington’s… that sodding ghost boy… it all adds up. You did something .” His voice dripped with indignation and resentment, he was livid that he’d been made to clean and somehow it was all my fault. His dark sunken eyes twitched. His thin lips chapped and curled inwards, skin pale and pasty, a green hue surrounding it — he looked like he hadn’t seen sunlight in years.
    I backed away slowly as he came closer. “How could I do something? I’m a first year?”
    Ross rolled up his sodden sleeves. “I’m not stupid Avis. I know you did something, by sheer bloody luck or whatever… and I’m gonna get to the bottom of it. Your just lucky our parents are too busy with this wedding to realise what’s going on.” His eyes looked dead and black. “ I was supposed to go and work for him, soon as I left that awful school… but now look, I am at home… scrubbing bloody FLOORS! All because of you ,” he began talking in a strange high voice, which scared me even more — “ Didn’t believe me did they … when I told them…. and now look at ME ! All your fault… all your fault…” he repeated.
    I backed round the corner slowly. I did not like the look in his eyes. “You’ve got it all wrong Ross.”
    “I’m gonna make you confess to what you did. They will be able to read your mind and see that I am right.”
    “No ones reading my mind,” I said, slowly putting the mop and bucket down. Ross raised his hands slowly. “Stop that,” I said. “Put your hands down.”
    “I’ll tell all our brothers first. Get some of Harold’s truth infusion , make you confess. Then what do you think our parents will do about you? Or rather, do to you…” He cackled.
    “They won’t do anything because I am innocent. Now put your hands down.”
    Ross smiled. “No!” In less than a second, a bright red chain flew out of his hands at me.
    “ Dancidious! ” I called, ducking as the chains shaved the top of my head. “Stop it Ross! Stop it! ” But he wouldn’t. More red chains came flying towards me. “Dancidious! Dancidious! ” I called in vain, for it made no difference! I ducked and dived out of the way. But it was time to run. I stood up and charged round the corner for the end of the corridor. There was a short golden flash beneath my eyes, I thought Ross has got me. But it wasn’t that at all… it was something much better… my Seven League Shoes, the ones I put on in the carriage had lit up gold! As I ran, my legs felt different and I noticed time change around me. It slowed down. I got to the end of the corridor in the blink of an eye. I turned around and saw Ross, in slow motion, his face contorted into mad fury, spells fizzing and popping as they exploded against pictures, expelling plumes of dust from the floor. Speeding down the next hallway, which was at least a hundred feet, I put one foot before the next and without thinking or doing anything, the shoes carried me all the way to the end. It felt like walking through treacle, little effort was expelled, yet they carried me that hundred feet in a second. It was magical. The golden fizzing light died down as the shoes stopped moving, corridors and hallways had passed me by in a blur… but now I was… god knows where. It was dark and high up, for the pictures on the wall were all of magical creatures that we hang in the turrets. How did I get all the way up here in a matter of seconds? Still, they’d probably just saved my life.
    All I could see was darkness and… an open door with a faint orange glow. There was no where else to turn so I walked forwards.
    It was one of the turrets, small and dusty, dim and dark.  Facing the fire was a high backed chair. A head of silvery hair