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Hello, Mala?

Hello?

What?

No,

I didn't steal anything from you or your
stupid shop. You're messing me up with

someone else.

Leave me alone!

Leave me alone!

What news do you bring me, soldier?

I found her, master.

Just in time for El Plumini's move.

Then the hour is soon mine. And even the
librarian will be unable to prevent the

return of Gregor.

Sir, I'm going to need you to sign here,
here, here, fingerprint here, and drop

a blood there. And this is?

A sworn abiding contract stating that
you will not attempt to travel through

time again without the library's express
permission.

Now, here's your pen, your ink pad,
piercing needle for the drop of blood.

Now, uh, get bleeding, sir.

Mrs. A wants those in chocolate.

Okay,

where does the reliquary of Erud go?

Over there next to the Ark of Skulls and
the Ferritory of Vahoosh.

What? The green box and the red box.

Okay.

It's amazing that this pile of time
travel tax could cause so many problems.

Indeed, but it was still no match for my
extraordinary team.

Extraordinary? Do you mean us?

Well, of course I do. You are
magnificent.

You are superb.

You are the best of the best of the best
of the best of the best of the best.

Maybe when he traveled back through
time, he had his head on the 1920s. I am

clear in my own mind, avowedly so.

This, this is a new me.

I like Trulita Vikram. It's going to
make missions more fun.

Ah, yes, missions.

I'm afraid, Connor, there will be, um,
no more of those.

What? What?

Missions. No more of.

I hope there won't be a problem.

Ow! This is alarmingly sharp.

Can I do the bleeding bit later on?
Bikram, you literally just said that we

the greatest team.

And you are.

Not only great, but greatly precious to
me. Which is why I have decided that

from now on, I'll be performing all
missions alone.

Thus removing any risk of danger to your
person.

Sir, we have more than proven that we
can look after ourselves. And I have

than proven that I am a danger to be
around.

Have you forgotten our first meeting
when you were nearly devoured by a

Drekavac? Have you forgotten her? Or the
ballet witch?

Into whose cruel clutches I entwined you
the very next week. Or the ghost train

which nearly killed Connor.

Or have you forgotten Paris?

Where, under the influence of one of
Cupid's arrows, I betrayed my entire

And then finally, worst of all,
stranding you centuries away from your

So I've come to realize that standing by
my side is an extremely perilous place

to be.

Incoming.

Pay no attention to the pendulum. I
shall attend the call alone.

Hands up who's going with Vic.

That's one thing that's changed since
your day, Vikram.

Democracy.

It appears that magic is afoot in the
art, also known as the other side of the

track.

Gran?

Gran?

Hermione? Are you hungry?

Hermione, what has happened?

Nothing, girl. I'm okay. No, you are not
okay. Your hands are trembling.

Tell me, please.

You won't believe me. I know you are a
good girl. I know you won't lie.

I saw some graffiti.

Move.

Hermione, when did this start?

Have you seen art move before today?

No.

I don't think so.

Why?

Stay down.

Hermione, stay down.

Hermione, get down.

That's right, run, scoundrel.

Hello.

Has anyone been having any trouble with
their art?

I think, maybe, the graffiti around town
is coming to life.

I know how crazy that sounds, but...
That actually doesn't sound crazy at

For us, that just sounds like a
toothache.

And then there's art intact inside your
home.

The art clambered out, and they messed
together in the hole over there. But

before they could come back and find us,
you all... How did you get here, and

who are you?

Well, I am the librarian.

That's not an answer to the question I
asked.

Oh, well, we have a sort of danger
detector,

and it let us hear. We arrived through a
space -bending, distance

-compressing portal.

She means the magic door. Yeah, magic
door. That's what I mean. Wow.

She finally said it. And when we arrived
through it, we...

Saw the small army of hoodies.

All this insane art stuff that was about
to attack.

And so we finished the fight. Librarians
won, art, zero.

Wait, you came through a magic door?

Impossible, I know.

But such things are quite commonplace
when you are in the company of the

librarian.

Why does he keep saying it like that?

Okay, so I see the armor, the storm
cloud.

So where are the hoodies? I saw them
running down the alley. You must have

scared them off.

I could show you where they're painted,
if you'd like.

Something my gran doesn't know.

I painted the hoodies.

Ah, you were the graffiti artist.

I was just angry.

Living around here, everything's falling
apart. I wanted to make a point, I

guess. But it never moved before.

I was running from this horrible man
when I saw the graffiti look at me.

The man.

Can you describe what he looked like?

Yeah, he looked like... Like that.

Mrs. A, I need a door.

Wait, we're going back to the library?

No, you are.

Stakes are now too high. I will handle
the situation on my own.

But, Vic... But nothing.

Day, you could get stuck in the art,
just like that poor, pain -stricken

shopkeeper did.

And if you stay, you could get stuck in
the art. That will not happen to me, but

I... And the librarian.

Yeah, no, that doesn't work on us
either, Vic.

Mrs. A, stand down the magic door.

That's a point. Why didn't that work on
Hermione's grandmother either?

Maybe you were losing your edge, sir.

This glitch has blighted me before, but
only when facing powerful adversaries.

She's not an adversary. She's just
Hermione's grandma.

Well, did you find anything?

Many hooded people.

Hoodies. Ah, more hooded hoodies. They
were all static.

Hermione's grandmother.

Tell me, have you ever seen... I have a
name.

Catherine. Forgive me, Catherine.

Have you ever seen the art move before?

No, never.

Maybe Hermione used magic paint for the
hoodies?

Hermione?

You painted them?

It's just... I wanted to say something
about what it's like living here.

I want to have a voice.

You vandalized public property.

What have I told you about taking the
risks?

If you were caught, you could have gone
to prison.

Or worse, a gift like yours.

People would notice.

Bad people.

Just paint, Graham.

Like all the walls in here. It's all
just paint.

You did all the art in this flat?

Yeah. Cheered up a bit. That's quite a
talent you got.

Wait, so it's only Hermione's art coming
alive? No one else's?

Suggesting something in the paint, like
I said. Or the brush. Or the walls. But

why would the art attack its artist?

Hermione, can we see your art supplies?

Sure. I've got a studio upstairs.

Come on.

It's a bit of a squeeze.

I've been in tighter spots, believe me.

This is my studio.

It used to be a storage unit for the
building.

But then, a few years ago, everyone
started to move out. No one was using it

anymore, so... These paintings are
exquisite.

Such color.

Such life.

They really seem as if they could step
out of their frame at any moment.

Which they might at any moment. Indeed,
which is why I suggest we create a safe

space in this painted house.

Connor, Liza, Charlie, take a room and
clear it of art.

Good idea.

And then lock yourselves inside it. Bad
idea.

You're giving us a fake job to keep us
away from the real mission. Not at all.

If anything, yours is the more dangerous
task.

Despite the fact that it is painfully
transparent what Jacob is up to, he does

make a good point.

Creating a safe room could be useful if
we're spending some time here.

If you two want to get on with that,
I'll stay up here with him. Charlie, no.

is a guardian's duty to our librarian.

Isn't that right, sir?

Fine. We will get on with the art -free
safe space.

You guys have got the weirdest work
dynamic.

What is that?

This is a magic -sensitive liquid
derived from the saliva of a minotaur.

In the presence of magical artifacts, it
glistens. Did you take that from the

library? I borrowed it from the library.
You're supposed to borrow things from a

library. Did you get permission?

Yes. I distinctly remember telling
myself that it's all right.

Oh, come now, Charlie.

Let's uncover which artistic apparatus
is our magical artifact.

Ouch!

This flat used to be three flats.

Originally, I just lived in one.

But as people started to move up, we
knocked through.

Once Hermione came to live with me, we
needed extra space.

It's a bit of a maze.

Good job.

So, Hermione's mom and dad?

They moved to America when Hermione was
a baby.

Hence her accent.

She grew up in Portland, Oregon.

Then her parents...

There was a car accident two years ago,
and so Hermione came to live with me.

I'm sorry.

My parents, I lost them the same way.

So I can appreciate how hard that must
have been. I'm very sorry for your loss.

So you understand that's why I'm so
protective of her.

I know I drive her mad half of the time.

It must be frustrating having someone on
your shoulder worrying about you all

the time.

Yeah. It certainly can be.

Where is it?

It's a storeroom.

I tried to use it as a pantry, but
Hermione's art gets everywhere.

She is certainly prolific.

She's unique.

No glistening whatsoever.

Meaning? None of these items are the
magical artifact.

If any painting was ever haunted, it has
to be this one.

It is neither haunted nor magical.

You sure?

Test it again. You don't like clowns?

No one likes clowns. I like clowns.
Yeah, but you're PSK.

I'm sorry.

Please, Stephen King.

Hmm. Still no glistening.

It's a shame.

It's rather pretty when it gleams.

Whatever the artifact is, it is not up
here.

Man, I just know any moment now this
thing is going to blink at me.

You have watched too many Scooby -Doos.

Kate, what do you make of her?

Do you think she's a bit suspicious?

No, I feel you.

The way Vic's hypno thing didn't work
and the way she behaves, like she's

holding something back. Maybe guarding a
secret?

Yeah, that's it.

Okay, we just have to keep an eye out
and watch her back.

Hey, sorry.

Vikram said you needed help. Are you
okay? Yeah, she's fine. She's just seen

many Scooby -Doos. Come, so I think if
we clear out a few more things at the

back here.

What is that?

The lock seems pretty sturdy. We should
be safe enough if we... Where's Liza?

Stay here. Lock the door.

Liza! Liza?

Liza!

Oh, God.

Liza.

Liza, there you are.

What are you doing? Come talk to me.

Conor, light.

Do you hear me?

Do you obey me?

We obey.

Good.

The girl, Hermione, does she trust you?

She does.

Then bring her to me.

Now.

Where have you brought me, my servant?

We're outside the girl's home, master.
Soon she will be ours.

And then? And then I will be free.

He's been gone too long. I'm going to
check on him. No, Conor says stay in

What if he's in trouble?

What if something happens to you?
Something is happening to me. And I

hide from it, Gran. I can't.

I have to go.

No glistening here either.

So nothing in here is the magic
artifact?

No.

Basically, the case is closed.

I suggest you gather the others and go
back to the annex. I'll stick around and

see what else I can find.

No. Seriously, Vikram, no. What is this?

Why are you being so... What?

Ever since we got back from the past,
you've been all motherly.

Very well.

You've seen past my carefully
constructed veneer.

I can see it is time to tell you the
truth.

Ever since I arrived in this time, I
never viewed it as my time.

Never my present.

Only ever as the future. A temporary
stop on my way back home to my own time.

To the people that I loved.

This year never felt real to me at all.

And the people within it, as much as I
cared for you, you never seemed fully

real either.

I'm sorry, but that is the truth.

Until we return from the past.

And in choosing to come back to the
present day, I made this time my time.

No longer merely a future, but my
present.

My home.

A place that I was no longer simply just
passing through.

And you, my friends, my teammates, you
have made

it real.

And that is what is so terrifying for me
right now.

You're worried you'll lose us.

Just as I finally found you.

I've loved so much, Charlie.

So, so much.

And I could not bear the thought of
losing any one of you now.

Connor, Liza, can you hear me?

Hermione. Liza, wait.

I'm coming. Thank God you're all right.
We've got to go. We're fine. He's fine.

Come on. We've got to go.

It's okay. Come with me.

You'll be safe, I promise. Quick.

Come on, quick.

Gran?

Hermione, what happened?

My gran, she was made of paint and...

And this sad clown.

They took Connor and Lysa upstairs.

The extra clown.

It's Lysa.

It was Catherine.

Connor. That smear. Connor did that. The
grand I saw downstairs.

That wasn't really her. It was this
painting come to life. And then it took

and trapped them in here.

I felt them.

I felt them both.

Sir. I should have sent them far away
from here.

Well, get them back.

There's a way. I should be a better
librarian.

Then be better.

Figure it out like you always do.

How?

Notice the thing no one else has
noticed.

Oh, yes.

Think. Think things. Things I've
observed.

Things out of place.

Things...

Hermione, how old are you?

17. 17, and you can paint like this? You
must have started at a young age. No,

not really. Well, not at all, actually.
I was never that interested in art

until... Until what?

You got new paint. You wished upon a
star. You gave cotton to a pixie.

like that, no. Just, like, six months
ago, I got, like, really good at art.

Overnight.

Six months ago, we released magic back
into the world.

Could it be?

Hermione, what is your family name on
your mother's side?

Pavlov. Pavlov!

Oh, Paris, now that does not sound
Serbian at all. No, no, in fact, that

Greek. Greece.

Of course.

Oh, that explains it. Oh, your
grandmother's resistance to my charm,

presence of magic with no magical
artifact, and your Greek heritage.

Oh, Hermione, it all comes down to you.

Only you can release our friends from
the paintings.

But how? I didn't put them in there.

Yes, my darling, I'm afraid you did.

Enough with the subterfuge.

Find the girl and bring her to me now.

This door is exceedingly solid.

I know. I've been careful in case... In
case what?

In case people like these ever came for
Hermione tonight. Tonight?

What's tonight?

Melpomene's moon.

Melpomene's moon, of course!

Can you stop knowing so much about
things I don't know about? Melpomene's

is the moon of the music.

Finally. Something I've heard of. The
Muses were great goddesses of the arts

were supposed to inspire great artists
and writers.

But wait.

Are they real?

Perhaps that is a question you should
ask of their descendants.

Looking quiet.

I think they're regrouping.

Well, are we? Through the female blood,
yes. We are the descendants of the

Muses. Their power died long ago in our
family line.

And it never came alive for me.

But I knew that there was a chance there
for you. When magic was released back

into the world, it activated your gift.
Not only can you create great art, but

you can bring it to life.

That's why there was no magic artifact.

Who am I to use the magic?

All that power.

And of course, you cannot control it.

So it turned against her.

Wait. What's Malpimini's moon?

A celestial event.

It happens once every 17 years. If
someone wanted to steal the power of the

muse, then they would need to sacrifice
the muse in the light of Melpomene's

moon tonight.

Sacrifice me? Yes, my darling.

This is what I have tried to protect you
from.

All this time I thought you were just
strict.

But why would anyone want the power to
bring pictures to life? To raise an

an invincible army of heroes and gods
taken from the paintings of classical

mythology. And unlimited riches from
paintings of treasure.

A duplicate of anyone who has ever had
their portrait painted under the control

of one malignant mind.

But who?

Who's doing all this?

Vikram Chamberlain. I know you're in
there.

Ah, Winslow Lynch.

So Gregor's hammer, they are the force
behind this. Gregor's hammer?

Aren't they, like, a joke?

It appears they're muse no longer.
They're our elite strike force.

Utterly loyal to Gregor and totally
fearless.

They're not the hourglass of life, it
is.

They're just nerds gone emo.

Catherine, Hermione, step back, please.

Did you notice?

We've been recruiting.

Oh, let me guess.

A magic chant hypnotizing your fan base.
Lay it into the music you play at one

of your gigs.

Uh, it's gigs, sir.

At one of your jig gigs.

And you yourselves, the musicians.

I see Gregor has reincarnated his
brigade of sorcerers into you. That is

know the ancient chant.

Never underestimate the power of a
catchy tune.

It's a bit of an earworm.

Oh, it all makes sense. As descendants
of the Muses, music magic would have no

effect on Catherine and Hermione,
forcing you to recruit others to kidnap

What do you want, Lynch?

It's very simple, librarian.

You give me the girl, and we leave.

Well, that doesn't seem very likely, now
does it? You may have grown in

confidence in numbers, but not in
intelligence.

She's under our protection, Lynch. Turn
around and walk away.

Please, just hear us out.

I want... Two.

One, two, three, four. Close your ears.

Do

you

hear me, librarian?

I hear.

I obey.

I also obey. You will succeed where your
colleague failed.

Connor and Lysa were taken by the art
trapped in the paintings. As I thought,

this art will do anything to protect its
muse.

Bring me the girl.

The paintings were protecting her? We
thought they were attacking her.

Thank you, guys. This intel is a game
changer.

Oh, you're welcome.

Wait. No.

Stop. I enchanted you. Yeah.

You didn't. A little anti -music magic
trick I like to call sticking fingers in

one's ears.

Brothers, regroup!

We are such idiots.

Constantly missing the most obvious
explanation.

What's going on?

There are two types of hoodies. The ones
you animated and the new acolytes of

Gregor's Hammer.

Only the acolyte hoodies wish you harm.

Hermione, when the graffiti hoodies
grabbed the shopkeeper, he was chasing

right? Yes.

And when the clown and other grandma
abducted Connor and Lysa, it's because

wanted to kidnap you.

Did they? Yes.

Lynch had them under his control.

And when we first got here, those Gregor
Hammondies were trying to abduct you

too, until the art stopped them.

Because that's what it does, right? The
art always protects you. It was never

trying to attack you. It was attacking
the people who were trying to hurt you.

Hermione, all this time you've been
controlling it with your subconscious

So, if I've always been in control, then
that means I can fight back.

No, Hermione.

It's too dangerous.

You can get hurt.

Catherine, I know how you feel.

The things we love, we want to wrap them
in cotton wool.

But when we do, we stop them becoming
the best version of themselves.

If I had just trusted my team, then
maybe they would be here right now,

the day.

And perhaps, if we trust Hermione now,
she could be the one to save us all.

Gran, I can't let people get hurt
because of me.

Before your mother died, I made a
promise to her and to myself that I

always protect you. And you did.

You have.

My whole life, you've protected me. Now
please, Gran, let me protect you.

When you frown like that, you remind me
of your mother so much.

Give them hell.

Shall we?

Forward!

I can't believe I did that, Gran.

It felt so natural, like it's who I was
born to be.

Your life now is going to be very
different.

Hermione, I need you to do something for
me. I need you to release our friends

from the paintings. Can you do that?

Bring them back to me, please.

But what if I do it wrong? What if I
hurt them?

Do you remember the stories your mother
used to tell you at bedtime?

Tales of ancient Greece.

Gods and monsters, heroes and villains.

Yeah. Well, I used to tell her those
same stories, just like my mother told

and her mother told her, passed down
through a thousand generations before

were told to you.

Because they weren't just stories, my
darling.

They were training. Training in the
power of your bloodline and your history

your heart.

Imagine your mother telling you the
story of the great muse who freed her

friends from the paintings in which they
had become imprisoned.

Let her muse inspire you.

I see her.

She's telling me.

I can do it.

Hermione, you did it!

Oh, my friends!

My dear friends, I am so sorry. I did
not believe in you.

Will you ever forgive me?

Vic, of course.

You promise?

You are not upset?

Why do I look upset?

No.

No, you don't.

Your mother would be so proud of you.

Well, I say this calls for... Oi.

What is that?

Fly me.

What are you doing? I'm not doing
anything.

The miner used her power to release
Connor and Lysa. He released something

this painting.

I am.

I am.

I am.

I am.

The work of art.

Gregor. What? How did he... Right out of
the painting.

Get back, sir.

Oh, this was his plan all along.

To trap you in the art. The plant is
painting in this room to use Amuse's

Sifling off just enough to free himself
from the time bubble.

Yes, old friend.

I have been ahead of you every step of
the way. If I had not been so distracted

worrying about my team's safety.

I did enjoy watching how your love for
them had blinded you.

Now, with Amuse's power, I will build a
battalion of fallen soldiers and great

generals. Anyone who ever had their
image locked in a painting. My

ground shall be the galleries of the
world. I will be unstoppable.

And I will take the girl.

You and whose army?

Stop right there.

Don't hurt her.

Hermione, do as he says.

Great work, Lynch.

Take her.

Yes, Master.

If you even touch one hair on her head.

I'd love to stay in this cut this week,
but I have a moon to get.

La, is there any other way out? Is the
wind there? Be careful, don't fall.

Master, here the moon is at the perfect
angle.

This shall be our sacrificial site.

Dagger of Uranium, yes.

No, please!

Please!

There's no graffiti for Hermione to use.
Looks like the city did a clean -up

job. Great timing on the City of Pride.

If there's no art, we'll make it wrong.

I brought the pipe from the studio.

Now, Master.

The time is now.

Do it, Master.

Do it!

With this sacred blade, I claim

the power of the muse.

In this full silver light of Meliponese
moon.

Cloud.

Hermione, a little help?

Bring me their skulls!

Hermione, over here.

Hermione.

Melpomene's moon has passed, Gregor.

You're too late.

So the sacrifice becomes a hostage.

Come no closer, I warn you.

Oh, mother.

Hey.

So long to the library.

It is way over there. All right.

Wakey, wakey. Free to leave. Time to go.

Maybe get some better taste in music.

What are you looking at? Go.

Perhaps you may give me a moment alone
with my old friend.

So, to the victor, Golderspoil, you have
earned the right to end my life.

Oh, not today, Gregor.

You'll be taken into custody by the
library. You'll be held accountable for

crimes in a fair trial.

Trial. You think you can make me a
plaything of your imagined laws?

This modern age has made you soft,
librarian.

Where is your courage?

Your valor?

Your manliness? You are weak, Wickham
Chamberlain.

We can all change, Gregor.

Even you.

Only you knew the difference between
kindness and weakness.

I know your weakness.

I know its specific shape and flavor.

I witnessed it firsthand.

A weakness that never would have
troubled you back in the old time.

And what weakness is that? Pray tell.

For the first time in your life, you'll
love your friends.

And it will be the death of you.

Or them.

Connor?

Big, help me!

Help!

So, I present you with a choice.

Capture me, and my servant severs your
friend's lifeline.

Or, release me, and I shall call my
servant off.

Me or him.

Choose. And if I let you go?

Then he shall live. For now.

So, do you sacrifice your friend to beat
me, or save your friend and release me?

I know which path the old Wickram would
choose.

I got it.

Easiest choice I ever made.

I'm sorry.

You're welcome.

I got something I'd like you to look
after for me.

It's a picture of me losing my power.

If I bring it to life, then... Then you
won't have your power anymore.

I don't think I'm ready for it yet.

Well, Graham's right. My life would be
very different and very dangerous.

Well, we'll keep it safe for you.

Promise. Yeah, and if you change your
mind, it'll be there for you at the

library. In fact, I know just the place
for it. Right next to the lost Da Vinci

blueprints. What do you reckon, Vic?

Yes.

By the blueprints.

Couldn't we have used Hermione's power
to bring Anya out of her painting, too,

sir?

I'm afraid not.

Muses' power is not that of time travel.

Gregor was trapped outside of time
already.

Hermione merely released him through his
painting.

Whereas Anya is in her correct time.

If Hermione animated this portrait, it
would only produce a lifelike but

lifeless copy.

So, what are we going to do about
Gregor? Hey, we beat him this time.

him next time. But will we?

Will we, I wonder?

Sure.

I'm sorry. Forgive me.

We did well today.

But Gregor was smart.

I mean, crazy smart. The way he got out
of the painting.

But he didn't get one thing wrong.

What was that?

Gregor's not a loner anymore.

He's part of a team.

And his feelings for us, for the team,
are not his greatest weakness.

They're his strength.

Finally, she's starting to see it. I'd
call that... Sir.

Welcome to Belgrade, the capital and
largest city of Serbia, with a

of over 1 .4 million people within the
city limits and a metropolitan area of

nearly 1 .7 million inhabitants.

We can go over here.

And with the advent of Luxor Bomb, model
warfare changed forever.