When Harry, Pun, Hildegarde, and Jill walked into Professor Dibble's classroom, the rest of the class was sitting in their seats, looking completely bored as they watched their teacher lecture about some historical event that no one cared to hear about.
Just then, Jill raised her hand and said, "Professor Dibble, what do you know about the Magician's Crystal?"
Immediately, everyone turned around in their seats and stared at her, as if she had asked the world's most impossible question. Silence reigned supreme as the teacher said to her, "Where did you hear about the Magician's Crystal?"
Jill knew that it was a loaded question; she couldn't possibly bring up the fact that she had overheard Professor Pate and Professor Quinnell talking about the crystal. That would mean that she would have to bring in the fact that Harry Moffer, Pun Teasley, and Hildegarde Lamer had over heard the conversation along with her. And with their reputation as boat rockers exposed to the entire school, she couldn't afford to make any mistakes now.
So she said, "I have heard rumors about it for some time and I want to know if you knew anything about it."
Professor Dibble pulled out a drawing of a gem. This cranberry-sized rough translucent pale red and ice blue crystal is heart-shaped. He said, "That crystal once belonged to a powerful wizard named Gwerris, the Glaive of Thunder. He was known as the most powerful and wisest of the wizards. But he was slain by the adventurer Daer'is, an impulsive young man who knew very little of magic and cared not that he had destoryed the magical world. That act ushered in the age of man, an age which magic is seen as harmful and evil."
"Well, not what I expected," Jill muttered.
"Of course it's not what you expected, you cursing gitch," snapped a kid named Hector Moss. "Magic is for losers."
"Are you cursing with me?" Jill snapped back in anger. "You don't curse with me and live! Got it?"
Hector nodded in horror; he knew better than to mess with Jill Rosenberry. The teacher continued with the lesson, but Jill's mind was made up. She would have to find that crystal.
One question did remain, though: how to keep Harry, Pun, and Hildegard away from wanting to find the crystal. She knew that they had already slammed the Larry Trobber books for their bad quality and crushed the souls of scores of Larry Trobber fans everywhere,
Just then, Jill raised her hand and said, "Professor Dibble, what do you know about the Magician's Crystal?"
Immediately, everyone turned around in their seats and stared at her, as if she had asked the world's most impossible question. Silence reigned supreme as the teacher said to her, "Where did you hear about the Magician's Crystal?"
Jill knew that it was a loaded question; she couldn't possibly bring up the fact that she had overheard Professor Pate and Professor Quinnell talking about the crystal. That would mean that she would have to bring in the fact that Harry Moffer, Pun Teasley, and Hildegarde Lamer had over heard the conversation along with her. And with their reputation as boat rockers exposed to the entire school, she couldn't afford to make any mistakes now.
So she said, "I have heard rumors about it for some time and I want to know if you knew anything about it."
Professor Dibble pulled out a drawing of a gem. This cranberry-sized rough translucent pale red and ice blue crystal is heart-shaped. He said, "That crystal once belonged to a powerful wizard named Gwerris, the Glaive of Thunder. He was known as the most powerful and wisest of the wizards. But he was slain by the adventurer Daer'is, an impulsive young man who knew very little of magic and cared not that he had destoryed the magical world. That act ushered in the age of man, an age which magic is seen as harmful and evil."
"Well, not what I expected," Jill muttered.
"Of course it's not what you expected, you cursing gitch," snapped a kid named Hector Moss. "Magic is for losers."
"Are you cursing with me?" Jill snapped back in anger. "You don't curse with me and live! Got it?"
Hector nodded in horror; he knew better than to mess with Jill Rosenberry. The teacher continued with the lesson, but Jill's mind was made up. She would have to find that crystal.
One question did remain, though: how to keep Harry, Pun, and Hildegard away from wanting to find the crystal. She knew that they had already slammed the Larry Trobber books for their bad quality and crushed the souls of scores of Larry Trobber fans everywhere,
