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then flew after the unheeding Archchancellor. The words of wizards have power. And swearwords have power. And with life force practically crystallising out of the air, it had to find outlets wherever it could.
cities. said One-Man-Bucket. I think they’re city eggs.
The senior‘Yo, Archchancellor.’
‘Oh, well. So long as you feel happy in yourself, that’s what matters.’
They crept out towards the patch of ground that had been Modo’s little
territory. At least, most of
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wizards gathered again in the Great Hall. Even the Senior Wrangler was feeling a certain excitement. It was considered bad form to use magic against fellow wizards, and using it against civilians was unsporting. It did you good to have a really righteous zap occasionally.The Archchancellor looked them over. ‘Dean, why have you got stripes all over your face?’ he enquired.‘Camouflage, Archchancellor.’‘Camouflage, eh?’
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