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The Head Girl Triathlon. Mildred will need to win all three

to stay in the competition. Come on, Tabby.

I can turn back time and win the triathlon

and my vision will never have come true.

THEY SING

Ethel! Ethel! Ethel!

This belongs to you, Mildred. Thank you, Miss Cackle.

Long ago, the heavenly bodies which we call comets were thought

to be products of witchcraft, created to warn us of impending

disaster, to open our eyes, to magically change our destiny.

These will be good, won't they, for watching the comet?

They're toy ones. I got them free with a comic.

Well, it's an art trip. The kids can use their imagination.

Where are you going to see the comet? I don't think I'll have time.

What?! Everyone's going to be watching it.

They only come round once every 15 years, you know.

You weren't even born when it was the last one.

I was still on my travels in Morocco.

I'm too busy preparing for the final Head Girl Challenge, Mum.

I have to design a new spell.

A spell thousands of witches before me haven't done already.

You'll think of something. Mum, you don't get it.

This is the last challenge and me and Ethel are tied. I have to win!

Listen, Head Girl sounds good,

but it's not worth making yourself ill over.

It's not like the school's going to disappear if you don't win.

Posters should be affixed solely to sanctioned noticeboards, Mr Daisy.

Um, I... Oh, I... I do apologise, Miss Hardbroom.

I'll remove them immediately.

I hear that attendance at your Spell Science Club increases with

each meeting. It appears you have captured the girls' imaginations.

Despite grave initial reservations,

I'm beginning to see that you have...some worth. Carry on.

Expanding molecules!

Chocolate cauldrons! Wouldn't they melt? Flying cauldrons, then.

Not very practical. Stop panicking.

You still have a few days to think of something.

Let's look at these again, shall we? A spell to find lost socks.

How's that for a winner? Milly, will you relax?

Can't. I'm the only one who can stop Ethel.

You have heard of magical burnout? Ooh!

How about a spell to find the end of sticky tape?

I'm on fire today!

You two need to help me keep an eye on her this weekend.

Sorry, I have to go home.

My dad wants me to watch the comet with him.

I wish I got to have a weekend on a farm.

Farm...

You live on a farm?

Yep. Miles from anywhere.

As in...countryside?

Peace and quiet?

No magic? Yes.

Mr Daisy, would it be possible to make an anti-foot fungus spell?

Alas, no. Or I'd have used it years ago!

Oh!

Mr Daisy...

One of my loop potions - but I was in my cupboard just

a moment ago and they're all accounted for.

It's a long story.

And one I suspect it's best I do not hear. Is that right?

I wouldn't ever take one of your loop potion spells

if there wasn't a good reason. A very good reason.

I believe you would not.

Hm.

ALERT

Miss Cackle's office?! What now?

You wanted to see me, Miss Cackle?

Maud tells me you are feeling some pressure from the Head Girl contest.

She believes that a short break away could do you good.

Um, well, that's very kind of Maud,

but I really think I should stay... How can a few days off hurt, Mil?

It may be for the best, Mildred.

Magical burnout is no joke.

But my mum's away on a school trip. Where would I even go?

That's Harry Houdini. He's always escaping.

DOG BARKS Self-walking dog spell?

Forget the contest! OK, OK!

Are you sure your parents don't mind? There's just me and my dad.

He's not like other dads.

Don't you think about it! Don't you dare!

Don't you dare! Ooh!

I tell that bird chickens can't fly.

Every five minutes, it's throwing itself off the shed roof.

Who do they get it from?! This is my friend, Mildred.

The one who saved Izzy from flying off into outer space?

Thank you, Mildred. Consider yourself part of this family.

Thanks, Mr Jones. No, call me Spike. Everyone else does. Nobody does!

He just wishes they did because his real name's so boring!

Why don't you put your wellies on and come to the cow shed?

It is feeding time.

They like witches, but they can't eat a whole one.

Dad!

Welly cleaning spell? Mildred!

Forget the contest, I know.

Hello, Harry. I don't suppose you've got any ideas for a spell, have you?

No?

OK.

Sorry about my dad. He's so embarrassing. He's funny.

As funny as broomstick splinters. I'll keep him out of your way.

You're here to relax. I think it's working, you know?

I haven't even thought about magic for ten seconds.

Oh, is that one Emilia?

That's her. Raised by ducks. Wishes she was one.

Always trying to fly.

The good thing about magic is you can make wishes come true.

That chicken's heart now repair, let it fly up in the air!

Whoa!

Scrambled eggs for tea?

That wasn't meant to happen.

You've got a lot on your mind.

You've fixed that thing so many times,

there's nothing left of the original one.

Dad says, if it can be broken, Dad can fix it.

If it can be built, Dad can...? Build it!

You're supposed to join in on that one.

Um, I really appreciate you letting me gate-crash the comet party.

Oh! It's nice for Izzy to have someone to share it with.

No-one forgets their first one.

Where they were, who they were with. I remember I was... Dad!

Right. You've got witchy things to talk about.

I'm going to just drop these bales off.

There's a knack to this. Never fails, watch this.

KNOCKS

One, two, three, start.

ENGINE FAILS

Engine fire, petrol flow, turn the key and make it go!

ENGINE BANGS

I'm so sorry. I... I don't know what...

Who cares? It's a car.

I'll go and get my tools. Why is my magic acting so weird?

What did Maud say about magical burnout?

Maybe I should go back to Cackles.

I mean, I've caused enough damage already.

Could you, erm, say thank you to your dad?

And sorry.

But, Mildred... Hover! Mildred! Hover?

No magic.

It's not working.

It's not working at all.

I knew she'd cheated. This is about Mildred, right?

I saw her return an empty bottle to Mr Daisy earlier,

one of his designs, a loop potion to rewind time.

That's how she won the Badge Triathlon. She cheated!

You don't know that for sure.

It's the only thing that makes any sense.

And when I tell Miss Cackle, she'll agree too.

Mildred will be disqualified.

It's Ethel. It's bad.

I've never heard of this happening, not to anyone.

There's probably a simple reason. Right, come on, girls.

Let's get this fixed.

There's only 78 minutes and 44 seconds...

Who's that? Who's that, waving in my lamp?

Maud! Am I glad to see you!

Listen, Ethel's trying to get you expelled.

Do you know anything about loop potions? Erm...

Yeah?

That's not even the worst thing.

My magic's stopped working.

I warned you you'd get magical burnout if you worked too hard.

Magical what? I can't even fly out, Maud.

We can fix this. It's just in the instruction manual somewhere.

This is the Witches' Code and we've already looked!

Too much stress can drain a witch's magic, Milly. Like a used battery.

Yeah? I get batteries. OK, so, how do I fix it?

You need your grounding stone. My what?

You know, like your own personal founding stone.

Every witch family has one,

passed down from generation to generation.

Found it. OK. It can start your magic afresh.

Like when you switch a computer on and off again. I get the computers!

A grounding stone is infused with the energy of the natural

elements, fire, wind, water, earth,

bound together with lightning by an omen from above.

My mum's not a witch. What if my family doesn't have one?

I'll deal with Ethel here.

But, Mil, if you can't reboot your magic, you'll never get

back into Cackles, which means Ethel will win Head Girl, which means...

I have to find my grounding stone.

ALERT

Hey, you. Miss Cackle magic mirrored me to tell me

you'd flown off to stay on a farm.

You should be asking me before you go

and stay with people I've not met. Yes, Mum, but I was wondering...

Carly! That is not what a pencil is for!

Um... Do we... Our family, I mean, do we have a grounding stone?

A what? What's one of them when it's at home?

All witching families have one, so, do we?

I think I would have mentioned it

if we had some sort of special witch stone.

I did used to have a lucky stone. Years ago. Your gran gave it to me.

Yes, yes! And what did you do with it?

Erm, oh, it's long gone. I think I gave it away. What?!

How could you give it away?!

Why? What's the problem? Why are you so worried about a stone?

I'm not. I'm sorry, I'm just...

Look, Mum, I've got to go. Sorry, bye.

Hey.

Any luck?

BELL RINGS

Ah, Maud. Have you seen Miss Cackle?

No, but I know why you want her, to get Mildred into trouble.

And? It's not fair when Mildred isn't here to defend herself.

Poor Maud Spellbody.

I would have thought you'd know me well enough by now. I don't do fair!

But what if Mildred did cheat?

It was because letting Ethel win would have terrible consequences.

But how do we stop her now?

Come on.

Mentions tracking spells in here.

Maybe you could find your stone. Tracking spells only work

if you can visualise exactly what you're looking for and I can't.

There's just no way this can be fixed.

I'm sorry, what did you say?

It can't be fixed?

What does Izzy say again? I can't remember... Oh, that's it.

If it can be built, Dad can build it.

You can't just cobble together a grounding stone,

like one of your telescopes. Magic's more complicated than that.

Is it? Well, this instruction manual doesn't seem too complicated at all.

Yeah, it's not an instruction manual.

Ooh! Lightning,

by an omen from above.

In ancient times, you know, before astronomy, science...

You know? Yeah? Who were people most afraid of?

What did people see as harbingers of doom, disaster? Urgh!

Comets.

An omen from above.

But it says you need lightning and the skies are clear.

Well, comets have electromagnetic fields.

That's a bit like lightning, isn't it?

What else did it say? The...

The energy from the natural elements.

Yeah, you'd have to infuse those into an ordinary stone, somehow.

Fire, wind, water, earth.

Bind them together with the energy of the comet.

This is just another DIY project, isn't it?

DIY?!

T minus 57 minutes and 19 seconds.

Come on! Let's go and make a grounding stone.

This is where Miss Cackle always takes her afternoon stroll

and Ethel knows it. So, what are you going to do, Maud?

Confusion reign and make believe,

Ethel's eyes will now deceive!

Oh! Miss Cackle!

Are you being funny?

I assure you, this is no laughing matter.

I must inform you of a terrible

infraction of the Head Girl Contest rules.

Is that right?

Snitching!

No, simply just reporting injustice, Miss Cackle.

You want your eyes testing, you.

Forgive me, Miss Cackle,

but I fear your afternoon snack may have affected your disposition.

It looks inedible, even by Miss Tapioca's standards.

It's for the compost bin.

And you'll be going in with it, if you don't clear off.

Right now!

He's always happier when he's got something to build.

I don't even get how it works. OK, OK.

This stone here comes along here, along the conveyor belt,

gets roasted with the heat from the barbecue. Fire!

Continues past the blowers, wind!

And down here, gets cooled by the water - water, obvious, that one.

Falls down here into the dirt, earth!

At the exact same moment, the comet flies over, the aerial catches

all the energy from it and zaps it, along this wire, all the way to

this trough here and into the stone, binding all four energies

inside it, a bit like when you put a cap on a bottle of fizzy pop.

And voila!

One grounding stone, piece of cake.

If piece of cake means something without a chance of working!

T minus three minutes and ten seconds.

Mildred Hubble is a terrible time travelling cheat.

Do you understand what I'm saying, Miss Cackle?

Everything all right, Ethel?

Mind your own business, Felicity!

Perhaps Mildred Hubble is not the only one in need of a break.

I'll start again.

Sooner or later, she'll realise what we've done.

It's like being at NASA, this, isn't it?

Huh?

So, who's this Ethel, then? Ethel? Yes.

Erm, she's who I'm up against in the competition.

She's so selfish and mean, but...

..I don't know, I sort of half admire her.

Like, she sets her sights on something,

she doesn't let anything get in her way.

There's two kinds of people in this world.

Those who help themselves and those that help others.

Now, selfish people like this Ethel, right,

they might have the confidence, yeah, but the odd bit of, you know,

self-doubt is a small price to pay for being a good person.

Is it? Yeah. Yeah. It is.

Izzy, she wanted to be a witch her entire life, it was her dream,

but it only came true thanks to you.

Thank you. No, no. No, thank YOU.

It's good to feel useful.

I can't help Izzy much any more. I can't... Look at me.

What does this guy know about witching, eh?

That's probably why she's so embarrassed of me.

She's not embarrassed of you.

I think she's proud of you!

Like, super proud!

What makes you say that?

I'd be proud of you. I mean, if you were my dad.

Here it comes!

It's just like I remember it! Dad!

Oh, yeah.

Er, once you hit that button, there's no going back, all right?

Now, the stone needs to hit the dirt at the moment that

the comet's energy blasts it, OK?

DOG BARKS Harry Houdini, no!

Houdini!

I'll fix it! Get ready, girls! Hey, Izzy! Come on!

It's caught. I'll help him. You start it!

Hurry, we're on fire! Oh, no, there's plenty of time.

No!

No, no, no, no!

Hurry!

SIZZLING

Quick, Dad!

BANG

DOG BARKS

No!

It's gone.

We can try again, right, when the comet comes back? Yeah.

In about 15 years.

We only had one shot at this.

But it's OK.

Er, we tried our best. We really did.

But without a grounding stone...

Looks like I'm never going back to Cackles.

Ethel's going to win.

Hey...

Hey!

What is that?

Looks like it's reacting to the comet.

Where did you get this?

Someone gave it to me.

A long time ago.

A girlfriend in Morocco. She told me it was lucky.

What was her name, this girlfriend? Like the telescope, Hubble. Julie...

Julie Hubble.

That's my mum.

This is my grounding stone!

Fire, a heat that does not lie

Wind, a force that makes us fly

Water and earth combine together...

Lightning charge to bind forever.

All four elements, hear this plea,

Return my magic now to me!

ENGINE CLANKS

SILENCE

Broomstick...hover!

It worked!

It actually worked! My magic's back!

Oh, my gosh!

Oh, thank goodness, it's the real you!

You are going to wish it wasn't, Ethel Hallow.

Someone put a confusion spell on me, Miss Hardbroom, to keep me

from reporting to Miss Cackle.

I only realised when she started meowing.

Reporting what to Miss Cackle?

Whoa! There she goes!

Off into the cold, empty blackness of space!

You really know how to make it fun, you do!

That was brilliant, Mr Daisy! Spell Science Club is the best!

I'd even come if you didn't do free biscuits.

To be honest, that would be a deal breaker for me!

Miss Hardbroom, you're moments too late for the comet.

That is not my concern.

Pupils, to your hutches.

Ethel Hallow has made a serious accusation against Mildred Hubble.

What's that got to do with him?

Mildred Hubble was seen returning a time loop hourglass to Mr Daisy.

If she used such a spell to alter the results

of the Head Girl Contest, she will be instantly disqualified and worse.

That doesn't sound like especially solid evidence.

I cast a detection spell

and discovered trace echoes of irregularities in this timeline.

Is that solid enough for you?

Did Mildred Hubble use a time loop spell? Because someone did.

Well, if she did, I'd know she probably had a good reason for it.

In other words, it was her, Miss Hardbroom!

She has to be disqualified! I did it! I...did it.

Er... I was the one meddling, experimenting with my loop potions.

What are you saying?

I was just trying to get a class

that would impress you, Miss Hardbroom.

I was only thinking of myself. But that's not what I heard!

You must have heard wrong.

Mr Daisy, you leave me no choice. I know Miss Cackle will concur.

You have until the end of term, then consider yourself dismissed.

It was Mildred Hubble! I know it was... Ethel Hallow!

You have wasted time and energy trying to get your opponent

disqualified and what has been achieved?

A wizard's career ruined.

I hope your spell design is worth such a waste.

My dad and your mum... It's crazy.

Your mum, she wrote her number on that stone.

I had to come back from Morocco and I left it in my pocket on a hot wash

and the number came off.

I kept it anyway. She won't believe this when I tell her.

What are the chances, eh?

You coming here, losing your magic,

right at the place where your grounding stone is, on the same

day a comet I last saw with your mum happens to be flying over!

It really is a lucky stone.

It's magic. It has been all along. You reckon?

Yeah!

The stars aligning, even to this day, and the three of us

can find each other on the very day that I needed you the most!

I mean, well, that's pure magic!

Well, if you put it like that...

And if this is possible, anything is possible.

I can win the last challenge. I can beat Ethel!

Your new spell, have you got an idea for it?

If it can be broken,

magic can fix it.

GLASS SMASHES AND SCREAMS

Out! Everybody out!

The only place for you now is the Correctional School

for Undesirable Witches - Wormwood.

For your own good, don't cross Splinter.

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