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This is all your fault, Mildred Hubble.

If you hadn't turned up, everything would have been fine.

You have a lot to answer for.

You really do.

That's the Founding Stone.

I mean, was the Founding Stone.

- You've killed it. - Well, technically, you've killed it!

You tricked me into coming! I didn't want my magic back.

- Not like this. - But what does it mean?

When a Founding Stone dies?

- Well, nobody knows what happens. - It can't be that bad.

Haven't you read your Witches' Code, Mildred Hubble?

A Founding Stone must be kept alive.

Always.

That's lesson one.

Then, Esmerelda, don't you really think you should put the magic back?

- Now, hold on a minute... - She only just got her magic again.

- And it feels so good. - See, I told you.

But it doesn't belong to you.

You're right.

But, Esmerelda!

Your powers have gone, Your powers have flown,

I share with you my powers, O, gracious Stone.

I share with you my powers, O, gracious Stone!

It's not working.

Okay. Well, let's not panic here.

Whoa!

Can we panic now?

Halloween is hardly a happy occasion.

More a time for solemn reflection and gratitude for our magical gifts.

I couldn't fit that on the banner.

Still no sign of Sybil. I hope she's okay.

Mildred will take care of it. Relax. It's a holiday.

This is going to be the biggest and best Halloween we've ever had.

Formal robes and hats will be worn, of course.

Normally, Hecate, I'd be right behind you,

but after the term we've had, I think the girls need to let off steam.

That's why I'm allowing trick-or-treat.

- What? - Yes, as tradition dictates.

The pupils are permitted to play magical tricks on the teachers

without fear of reprisals.

Without... fear?

And I think there might be a trick coming up right now.

- Miss Cackle, do you like our pumpkin? - It's wonderful.

And I think it looks a little like Miss Hardbroom.

I do not see a resembla...

How...!

What Miss Hardbroom is trying to say, is marvellous trick.

Miss Cackle, Miss Hardbroom, come and look at the tree.

It was supposed to say "Happy Halloween."

Come on!

At last.

- What have you been doing up there? - No time to explain.

Esme, Sybil, you go back to the Great Hall.

Act as normally as you possibly can.

We're going to fix a Founding Stone.

How do you propose to fix anything? You're not from a witching family.

- You're not even a real witch. - Ethel!

Mildred is trying to save you from being expelled.

- Say sorry. - Sorry.

Ethel.

Sorry!

Okay. We have the entire history of witchcraft in the library.

There has to be a clue.

Somebody, somewhere, must have reignited a Founding Stone.

Wait! Our bedtime story.

Sybil, it's not exactly the time.

The story that Mother used to tell. Don't you remember?

Of course!

There was a witch from a long time ago, and...

And an evil wizard who took the magic from her Founding Stone.

- But saved her coven. - By reigniting the Stone.

Brilliant!

How?

Mother never said.

Because it's a fairy story, Sybil. It didn't actually happen.

That's not what Mother used to say at the end, is it?

Isn't it? I don't remember.

You two probably got a longer story than I did.

What did your mother say?

That her mother told her, what her mother told her...

- That the story was true. - And the witch was a Hallow.

Which helps us how, exactly?

It's not as if we can ask Granny Hallow

from long ago how to fix a Founding Stone.

Can't we?

Come on!

Are you absolutely sure you didn't get the spell wrong?

This is me you're talking to.

We have to find that pumpkin before it gets us into real trouble.

Halloween or not.

Whee!

Come on!

- What are we doing here? - These are our family trees.

They've grown.

Maybe the Hallow from long ago is in there.

One problem, "clever cloak."

The little people on the tree are holograms. They can't speak.

You wait, and what do you know? Three come at once.

And that narky one at work, she doesn't care.

And now, she thinks I've overslept. And all because one time,

I told her I'd done a late- night Gardeners' World binge- watch.

Mum?

Oh, Mildred!

Oh, you should've told me you were coming,

I'd have dusted the leaves.

The little people can speak!

- But how is that possible? - Who cares, worrywart, if it helps me?

Mum, are there others on the tree talking?

Like you wouldn't believe.

You want to hear your gran going on about her greenfly problem.

Yes!

Excuse me,

but could the Hallow who reignited the Founding Stone please show yourself?

I said, please show yourseeeeeelf!

Wait!

Wait!

Is there anything you can't turn into a complete boil- and- bubble?

Oh! Miss Hardbroom,

were you considering a costume for the festivities?

Miss Mould, I realized today that we still had not received references

from your former school, so I contacted them.

On Halloween, too?

Such commitment, Miss Hardbroom.

And it is strange because they seem not to have heard of you.

Not heard of me? At Amulet's?

You said Miss Amethyst's.

Oh, no. No, no, you see, there's your mistake.

I was at Amulet's.

So, you were telling me...?

Costume?

Remember, not a word. Not even to Beatrice and Clarice.

I'm not going to blab about breaking the Founding Stone

to the first person I see, am I?

Oh, look!

What is it?

It's magical residue, of course.

It's from the dust the little witches are made of.

- Yes! - Yes!

Look, there's more!

- Hello? - What? I'm busy.

Pardon me,

but how busy can you be inside a tree stump?

When you are the greatest witch of your generation, pig- hair,

perchance I shall answer your questions!

She's definitely your ancestor.

I think you're my great- great- great- grandmother.

You? My descendant?

You, who look like a witch more pasty than an unripened turnip?

We need to know if you reignited the Founding Stone.

If... a Hallow witch you be,

know you the recipe for cursing yon neighbour's goat, yes?

Uh...

- I don't think... - We don't do a lot of goat cursing.

Well, then you must do as I do.

- Cheat! - Cheat?

Call yourself a Hallow? I cheat always.

Even on ye Academy entrance test.

If thou wish to be the greatest witch of your generation,

then you must cheat also.

- Okay. But about the Founding Stone? - It wasn't me. Ask my mother.

Well, she had nice warts.

I'm giving you a chance here.

You are lucky that it was me that overheard you and not Miss Hardbroom.

Right, well if you won't talk to me about it, maybe you'll talk to her.

The Founding Stone is dead.

- It was all my fault. - It was my fault.

Actually, it was Ethel's fault.

Where is the Stone now?

It's in the...

I don't think you want to go near. There was ice spreading from it.

But Mildred Hubble thinks there's a way to fix it.

Alright, then. Where is she?

Be careful. I've told you before about levitation spells.

- We should have brought a broomstick. - No rush or anything.

I think I see where the trail goes!

Great-Great-Great-Great-Grandma Hallow, by any cha...

- Who wants to know? - Your descendant.

Hmm. You do look like me.

We need to know if you're the witch who reignited the Founding Stone.

- No. - Really?

I be a witch most excellent, however.

Want to know what did I

when my coven got too big for their bearskin boots?

Turned them all into toads, every last one!

But that's horrid.

Indeed! Horribly horrid!

You know where we'd find your mother?

Don't want to know.

Never appreciated my talents, that one.

- Now what? - I can't see any more trails.

We have to keep looking.

I'm not giving up till we've found every one of your ancestors, Ethel.

Great.

Sorry, Mr. Rowan- Webb, but did you see a pumpkin run in here?

Hmm. Nice try.

Mr. Rowan- Webb?

Oh, you're going to have to come up with something much...

What...?

I only used an extra hair of wolf.

Mr. Rowan- Webb, I don't think it's your fault.

I think something strange is happening.

What do you mean, strange?

Like magic is going wrong somehow.

- Nearly got me. - Sir?

- Fantastic trick. Well done, you two. - Sir, this is not a trick.

- Hee, hee, hee! - Clarice, come on!

Outstanding work.

Of course, you will be tidying up before Miss Hardbroom sees?

And with the festivities upon us, how are you feeling, Miss Cackle?

I can't wait for the jollity to begin.

What about you, Miss Hardbroom? Are you excited about Halloween?

When I was a young witch,

we simply lit ceremonial fires for Halloween and we were happy.

Miss Cackle, may I have a word? I have a rather pressing concern.

Miss Cackle! There's something wrong with the academy.

- It's like the magic's broken. - Absurd. Magic cannot break.

Who turned Felicity into a pot plant?

Beatrice, Clarice, this must have taken considerable planning.

Oh, Esmerelda.

So wonderful to see you.

I trust things are going well in your new non- magical life?

It's not quite as you'd expect.

Miss Cackle, my concerns are not Halloween- related.

Change her back.

And do not enjoy yourselves whilst doing it.

Miss Hardbroom, this is not a trick!

- Sybil, you're okay! - Which is great.

But also, if you're behind all this, then I am never speaking to you again.

Behind what?

- What did you mean the magic's broken? - It's gone completely haywire.

But there's no way that can happen.

Is there?

This is pointless.

Let's face it, I'm finished at the academy

and I have no one to blame but myself.

You were trying to help your sister.

I was not. I was trying to help myself.

I'm just like my horrible ancestors, aren't I?

I was just standing there, thinking "they're just awful," and then...

I realized that must be how people see me.

Ethel, no. Not... all the time, anyway.

I've heard "horrible," but never "awful."

I have.

Cheating in exams, turning rivals into toads.

That's so me.

But you don't have to be that way.

If I could just put things right.

If I could stay at the academy, then I really would change.

I'd put others first.

I'd even be a friend to you, Mildred Hubble.

But it doesn't matter now,

'cause we've lost the only little witch that can help us.

We're never going to find her.

Well, you girls are in a spot.

- Miss Mould? - Wibbling withershins.

Don't worry. I'm here to help.

Uh, no disrespect, Miss Mould, but you're the art teacher.

Yes, and people are a bit sniffy about it.

But you see, art gives you a wonderful eye for detail.

I think I see what you're looking for!

Toenails curl, eyebrows itch, Change her back into a witch.

- You have got your magic back. - Yes, but it's not working right.

You see?

It has to be because of that Founding Stone thing.

We can't know that.

Have you looked in the Hall recently?

Amazing, girls! Best trick- or- treating ever!

Ada, what are we to do about Miss Mould's references?

I'm sure it will be some simple misunderstanding.

Let's not allow it to spoil Halloween.

Sybil, something very bad is happening here.

I mean...

You have to tell the teachers. Whatever the cost to your sister.

She's right, Esme.

Miss Cackle, I really don't think these are tricks.

Oh, I'm so glad to see you joining in

with the spirit of the occasion, Esmerelda.

I'm telling the truth.

I have my magic back.

Look.

Leaf of oak and acorn shell,

Turn this apple into a bell.

I really thought you'd accepted this, dear.

Miss Cackle, honestly, the magic...

I do not want to see or hear one more silly prank about...

...broken magic.

Strange.

My magic has never failed me before.

I think your little witch is up there. I'll whizz up. Or not.

Ah, of course!

Without a fully functioning Founding Stone, the magic's misfiring.

That's why the tiny witch holograms are talking too.

How are we gonna get up there if we can't trust our broomsticks?

Well, there is a way.

I know you said your sister couldn't recharge the Stone,

but an experienced witch might be able to do it

long enough that the magic works properly.

That'll give you a chance to fly up there safely.

You'd do that for us?

The Founding Stone's at the top of the tower.

Good luck.

So...

Who's crazy enough to go up?

Silence.

I'm afraid that I must announce that the festivities are cancelled.

- What? - You can't do that!

I know it's disappointing, but information has come to light,

concerning a problem with the Founding Stone.

How many of you have experienced unusual magical activity today?

I just spend the last hour with a stuffed crust.

The academy is freezing up! The whole tower is covered in ice!

Already? Then it's worse than we'd feared.

All girls must leave the academy immediately.

Without using magic.

- That goes for teachers too! - Come along, now.

I shall meet you in the potions lab.

This is a dark day, Hecate.

Perhaps the darkest.

Mrs. Hallow- ww!

Mrs. Hallow, please be the one who reignited the Founding Stone.

- That is I. - It is?

Oh, that's wo...

Sorry.

The magic was supposed to be working properly for five minutes.

Anyway, how did you ever...

How did you reignite the Founding Stone?

None of your business.

Please! You're fading! You're here because the magic is going wrong.

We don't know how long it will last before you go forever!

Listen, you nasty old crone.

I'm your great-great-great-great-great

great-great-great-great-granddaughter

and it's your fault your entire family is so mean.

Me included!

Now, do something nice for once.

Start talking!

Now!

I didn't reignite the Stone.

I just...

Well, I took the credit.

That's it girls, you know the score.

Straight down the mountain in an orderly fashion.

There's really nothing at all to worry about.

Come on, girls.

Ethel?

That's Ethel.

Esme, don't leave me on my own.

I've sent out messenger bats to alert the parents.

Good.

I wouldn't want to frighten the girls with the real extent of the crisis.

You have been asked to leave!

Miss Hardbroom, I'm sorry, but we can't.

We know what's going on.

Ethel Hallow and Mildred Hubble are trying to sort this out by themselves.

Mildred Hubble.

I know a story when I see one. This is a story.

All of you, leave. Now.

Miss Cackle, I don't understand. We're abandoning the academy?

Wherever the ice reaches, magic will no longer work.

If it fills the whole academy, this will become a magical black spot.

Magic will never work here, ever again.

If you wish to remain witches, go!

- It's locked. - Stand aside.

Alright, then I shall simply...

I am unable to depart.

Miss Cackle. Miss Hardbroom.

Please!

There must be somebody up there.

Great job, Mildred.

Ethel was right.

You're not a proper witch, and you never will be.

Is that what you think?

- Because you look like a witch to me. - You haven't faded.

The magic is stronger where I come from, at the top of the tree.

Top?

- Who are you? - The one you've been searching for.

You're never the witch who reignited the Founding Stone?

- Oh, yes, that's me. - It is? That's fantastic!

I'm not so sure.

That's why I did not tell you earlier.

Reigniting the Stone is the burden I am forced to carry.

Burden?

But Mrs. Hallow's story... you saved your coven.

- I'm not from the Hallows' tree. - What?

But you must be.

The only other family tree is...

Your tree.

I'm Mirabelle.

Mirabelle... Hubble.

- Hubble? - You're my descendant, Mildred.

And everything you've ever believed about yourself is wrong.

It's true, Mildred Hubble.

You come from a long line of great witches.

- What? - I speak truth.

The Hubbles are a witching family.

Really? Do you know what this means?

I'm never gonna hear the last of it.

Everything is going to be different now!

The teachers won't put me at the bottom of the class before the test.

The Great Wizard won't have that silly purple colour

every time he sees me.

I'll finally belong!

We saw your broom go down. Are you alright?

The school's been evacuated.

- The magic's gone bonkers. - No biggie.

It's not like anyone's wasting time working out who their great- granny is!

- I'm from a witching family! - Wow, that's great, Mildred.

Okay, I have questions.

How about less family history and more fixing a Founding Stone?

They are one and the same.

To restore a Stone, a family must pay a terrible price.

Is nobody feeling even the slightest hint of magic?

Nothing here.

Don't worry, Miss Cackle. Mildred and Ethel are on the case.

It's okay. All we have to do is sit tight

until they find a way to reignite the Stone.

That's nothing to worry about, right?

By the time the ice had set in throughout our caves,

I had tried everything.

I offered the Stone my magic, but it wasn't enough. Oh...!

I don't wish to be rude, but get to the point, Tiny!

The Stone wanted more. Not only my magic,

but the magic of those yet to come.

My daughter, her daughter, and all the daughters to follow.

Twelve generations of magic.

You are number 13.

The first magical Hubble for centuries.

You mean, my gran should have been a witch?

- My mum? - Yes.

And it was too high a price.

Do not make the same mistake, my child.

Do not.

Who's gonna give up all that magic for this place?

I don't think that matters now.

The good news is, everyone's out of the academy.

The bad news...

is that this is all that's left of the Founding Stone.

Psst!

Do you know, I wish you'd move closer to the academy.

It's murder walking all the way here when your legs are only three inches.

A little me? Of course, it's a little me.

Listen, it's all kicking off.

If I were you, I'd get yourself to Cackle's, pronto.

Why? Are you telling me Mildred's in trouble?

Not just Mildred. Whole lot of them.

Now, I've managed to hold it together to get here,

but the magic's totally running out. Any minute now, I could just...

* Full of joy, we mix our potions *

* Working by each other's side *

* When our days at school are over *

* Let us think of them with pride *

Keep it going, girls.

It's no good, Miss Cackle.

The girls have a right to know.

A right to know what?

Oh, it's her idea of a joke. You know Miss Hardbroom,

she has many strengths, but humour is not one.

Please.

Tell them.

The ice, which you are seeing here, it is not ordinary ice.

It forms wherever magic once was.

Witches do not just use magic.

We are magic.

It runs through our blood.

So...?

So...?

I feel...

I feel weird.

Felicity!

Don't panic, girls!

She's not hurt, merely suspended.

Then how do we un- suspend her?

If the Stone cannot be reignited, then there may not be a way.

Oh, Miss Hardbroom, when we get out of here,

we really must work on your tact and diplomacy.

Why Felicity? Why not us, too?

Felicity inadvertently used her magic to turn into a plant, then a pizza.

- She can't have had much left. - It's only a matter of time, then.

If we can't get out of this, we'll freeze too, won't we?

- But as you said, Mildred and Ethel... - Don't know we're in here.

What if they can't fix the Stone? What if they just leave?

Well...

Miss Cackle.

Maybe not all the magic's broken.

I thought I could charge it. Just for a few minutes.

But maybe I put too much strain on it, I don't know.

If someone was prepared to do as Mildred's ancestor said,

- maybe it could still work? - The Stone's gone.

Look, girls.

I think we should leave now.

We don't want to be caught here when it freezes fully.

- Why not? - Well, I'll explain as we go.

The most important thing is we get away from here.

It's not as if there's anyone left in there.

The bottle's been here for years.

The magic's squeezed to the bottom. Packed tightly.

- There's a chance, surely? - With such a tiny spark,

we would all have to pool our remaining magic.

But if we do that, then we risk using the last of our magical strength and...

We could all freeze in the process.

So we stay here and freeze, or we magic ourselves out and freeze?

That's about the shape of it.

Girls, every instinct is telling me to send one of you out.

However...

That will not help whichever of you is left behind, nor Felicity.

I suggest that we send the person best equipped

to help Mildred Hubble reignite the Stone.

It's the only way, and you know it.

Miss Cackle is right, Miss Hardbroom.

It has to be you.

And... I have to team up

with Mildred Hubble to solve this?

Yes, Miss Hardbroom.

- A dark day, indeed. - There's no time to waste.

Good luck, Hecate.

Thank you, Ada.

They're using first names. Things must be bad.

Whatever tiny bit of magic you can muster up,

focus it!

By lavender and mustard seed

By ancient bark and fresh bindweed

By thistle's sprout and rose's bloom

Send Miss Hardbroom from this room.

By lavender and mustard seed, By ancient bark and fresh bindweed

By thistle's sprout and rose's bloom, Send Miss Hardbroom from this room.

Send Miss Hardbroom from this room. Send Miss Hardbroom from this room.

It worked.

Hurry up, girls!

- Mildred! Now what? - It just...

It feels like we're giving up.

No, we're not. Now come on. I need to get you away from here.

But I found out I'm a real witch

and I want to be one here, at Cackle's, not anywhere else.

You really think we have a chance anywhere else?

We're all associated with the death of a Founding Stone.

What magic school would even touch us?

Okay, I shouldn't say this,

but there is a place that would have you.

I know of a coven

where things are done differently.

Where the Witches' Code does not apply.

All witches are bound by the Code.

I'm talking about free spirits.

Witches that place individuality and creativity above silly rules.

Witches like you, Mildred.

What coven? Where?

That doesn't matter right now. The point is, you would fit in so well.

And your friends, they can come too.

This isn't an ending.

It's a beginning.

Stop!

There are witches inside the academy. We must not leave.

You know what's funny, girls? When I was your age,

snow was my favourite thing.

What I loved most was building snow castles.

I'd take hours over one.

My very own academy, you see.

Eventually, of course, the sun would come out.

The castle would melt.

My awful sister would say,

"Why did you waste your time on something

that you knew wouldn't last?"

And I'd say,

"It was worth it, Agatha.

For the precious time it was here, it was worth it."

- If we go back, we'll all freeze. - We can't just abandon them!

The pupils may depart, Miss Mould.

You and I will return to reignite the Stone,

assuming you have found a way.

- We have, but... - But it's too late.

The Stone's gone. Forever.

Did I mention, Miss Mould,

that I checked with Miss Amulet's Academy,

and no one had heard of you there, either?

Is that really important right now?

- Miss Mould? - You lied about who you are.

Perhaps you are lying about other things.

Powder paint.

What have you done with the actual Stone, Miss Mould?

The best hiding place imaginable.

We will never find it in time.

No, wait.

She couldn't have had long enough to get powder paint from the art room

and the Stone from the tower.

She couldn't possibly have been to both places at once.

The Stone is still in the tower, isn't it?

Well, well, aren't we smart now we know we're from a witching family?

Witching family?

Mildred Hubble, wait! Wait!

I need you to tell me how to reignite the Stone!

Miss Mould!

Why are you doing this, Miss Mould? Why all these lies?

The coven, that was true. Oh, you'd love it there, Mildred!

- All you girls would. - What coven?

What are you talking about? Which witch doesn't follow...

the Code?

Agatha. You're in her coven?

Please, Miss Mould, you're making a mistake.

The magic is almost gone in here, mistress.

The spell keeping you trapped will soon fail.

Agatha Cackle is a horrible, selfish witch

who cares about no one but herself.

Well, that's what I love about art, Mildred.

We each see the same picture a little differently.

You had this planned all along.

- Free Agatha? - You mean, is that why I took a job here?

Oh, yeah.

And I didn't know how I was going to free her.

But Ethel, she really helped me out of a spot there.

I'm most grateful.

I really thought you were the best teacher.

Well, thank you, Mildred.

But teaching is just a sideline for me.

Maybe when you came here.

Maybe then it was all pretend.

But you were good at teaching, Miss Mould.

You showed us that being a witch isn't just about magic.

It's about imagination, compassion, selflessness, bravery.

Remember in the woods that time?

The hypnaphillion day?

You taught me that.

Yes, well, that's as maybe...

I've got to go now.

You know what I love about art?

You start off with an idea in your head.

But sometimes, when you draw it, it turns into something else entirely.

Something better than you ever imagined.

That's you, Miss Mould.

Why can't you be proud of that?

Mildred, I...

Miss Mould...

something's wrong.

The Founding Stone.

Miss Hardbroom, are you alright?

I've never been a fan of walking. I expect I shall get used to it.

Miss Hardbroom?

If someone must give up their magic, then that witch will be me.

No, Miss Hardbroom.

This school needs you.

I'll do it.

- Ethel, that's crazy. - And so not like you.

I don't want to turn out like our awful ancestors.

I caused this.

I need to put this right.

There's no time to argue.

I'd just like to say a few words first.

I undertake this act

in the hope that it may make amends for my past actions.

I ask nothing in return. Only everybody's gratitude.

A video of this to show to my mother, perhaps.

Maybe a new memorial wing in the school, that would be nice.

The main thing is...

Oh.

Miss Cackle...

Mildred?

Please tell me that's not you in there, Mildred.

This'll do, mistress.

A safe place to wait until the magic completely fails

and then you'll be released.

Which will be any minute now.

And then we better run. Otherwise, we'll freeze, too.

Ten out of ten.

Hmm.

I really thought you were the best teacher.

You showed us that being a witch isn't just about magic.

It's about imagination, compassion, selflessness, bravery.

I don't know what you've done to yourself,

young lady, but I know one thing.

You are coming out of there, right now.

Mum!

You saved me, Mum!

I guess magical ice doesn't mix with non- magical people.

- Oh, are you okay? - What are you doing here?

Well, when a tiny version of myself tells me to do something, I do it.

Mum, we have a problem.

Oh, no.

I don't think I've got enough hugs to go around.

You can't hug the whole academy, Mum.

There's only one way to save them all.

The same way Mirabelle Hubble saved her coven.

- Mirabelle Hubble? - An ancient witch.

She saved everyone but she had to give up her magic.

And her daughters, and her daughters,

and hers and hers, all the way down to you.

I don't follow.

We are a witching family, Mum.

Just when everything was gonna be different.

The only way to save them is by giving it up.

That's the only way?

To not do witch stuff anymore?

The way I never got to do witch stuff?

Well, Mildred, my life is full of magic.

And I don't need a broomstick for that to be true.

And neither do you.

So we're from a witching family. What difference does it make?

Just because you're a real witch it doesn't make you a better person.

Being a real person is what made you a better witch.

The best witch.

To restore the Stone, I give my magic away

And the magic of twelve Who will come another day.

To restore the Stone, I give my magic away

And the magic of twelve Who will come another day.

To restore the Stone, I give my magic away

And the magic of twelve Who will come another day.

To restore the Stone, I give my magic away

And the magic of twelve Who will come another day.

Mildred! No!

- Oh, Mildred, you can't! - I might have known.

I'm sorry. It's too late.

Step away from the Stone.

Mildred Hubble.

Thank you.

Undo the magic this girl has done.

Today she will not be the one.

To the Founding Stone, my magic I give

And the magic of witches who are yet to live.

My magic.

It's gone.

Oh, wonderful!

It does work again.

Millie!

Saving the academy is becoming something of a habit for you,

is it not, Mildred Hubble?

Here comes the Great Wizard now.

Perhaps he will be lenient,

as you have already paid such a high price, Miss Mould.

You have lost everything, after all.

Not quite everything.

Mmm!

Mmm, yes!

Would you like to dance?

- Want some food? - Surely you're not still sulking?

It was my hero moment.

Mine.

I'm actually kind of glad you didn't give up your magic anyway.

And Mother is delighted for Esmerelda.

She's booked the two of them into a witch spa,

and I'm going too, because she thinks I might be lonely at home.

- I think I better go dance. - Me, too.

Don't like the new me, Mildred Hubble?

Fine. The old me is back.

Where've you been? Avoiding Old Mother Hubble here?

You don't feel bad that you missed your chance to study here, Mum?

Are you kidding me?

The tea's awful.

Anyway, I don't go in for all this bloodlines doolally.

I don't think your magic comes from some distant ancestor.

I think it comes from here.

It comes from you.

I don't want to spoil the party.

I will just say that obviously, there is much to be discussed,

and consequences to be faced.

But tonight is our night.

Halloween.

Let us celebrate that we are witches.

Let us celebrate that we are, one and all,

one big magical family.

Miss Bat!

Go on. Go dance.

So, you are actually from a witching family, Mildred Hubble.

Yes, Miss Hardbroom.

Of course, this changes things between us.

I hope so, Miss Hardbroom.

I shall need to be harder on you than ever.

Come on, let's dance.

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