Porrie and Mergia stopped talking. Gutter estimated how long it would take to remake the pipe so that it would share the magic. I thought about how to hide it. And I was trying to figure out if there was a chance to prevent all the horrors that the magician had shown. Yes, I do. Of course, there's one condition that nobody even thought of. Just one thing. If he takes all the responsibility and only on himself. Without Mordevolt. Without adults. So that no one knows. Even Sen. Except...
- Porrie, I started reading a book... - Mergie took him away from thinking. - About the Moodle scientist and his wife. They were engaged in that science which as potioning.
- Chemistry? - He smiled and extended his hand and took the hair off her face.
- Yes. Her name was...
- Marie Curie,- Gutter guessed. - They're the only ones who've studied radiation.
Mergion was blushing. It was unusual for her, and Gutter was bewildered by the freckled face. Mergie, in turn, looked at him inextricably. Then she nodded, and Porrie asked:
- Do you like it?
- Very much. She is like... like us.
Butter laughed unwittingly:
- Only Maria Curie could not fight.
And Mergia laughed back, came closer and staked her forehead in his shoulder. Just like the Carrot begging for sugar. Porrie took off his jacket and threw it over her shoulders:
- Let's go to ours. Or they will be worried.
Yes, he will definitely tell Mergione what he's going to do. He will return the magic to those who have lost it. Who else but Mergie, the Master of Undercover Operations, will help him figure out how to do it quietly. Together, they'll do everything they can to make everyone forget about the pipes as if they were a nightmare. After all... he's got his whole life to solve such an exciting problem. And his own Maria Curie. A redhead. It means that you can relax for a while. They deserve it.
In silence, they returned to school together, leaving behind the smouldering wreckage of a useless genius machine.
***
A terrible rumble came out of the room that Winston Mordevolt occupied in Pervers, as if several armies were sharing at least Poland there. Ugorus Luzh thought that this was the case for some time.
But the rector realized that he was wrong as soon as the door opened. In the corridor literally fell out soaked, overburdened and very angry Susan McCanareicle. The high heel of a bright red left shoe with a crackle broke with a sharp step, and the dean of Orlodurra, tripped, almost collapsed on the floor - Luzhzh managed to support her at the last minute and helped to straighten up.
- Susan, that...
- Ran away,- she filtered through McCanarake's teeth. - To my sheep. He left a note. That he was used to being too fucking noisy and responsible, that he was always distracted from his fucking research, and that I thought nothing of the sort that I had in mind, and... - she couldn't finish it, and she slipped her nose again.
But Yugorus guessed about continuing. That he didn't love me anymore. These words were not given to the selfish, proud and not very happy Miss Susie. The lie sighed. He hadn't expected it that soon, though. Not knowing what to say to avoid too much further destruction in Pervers, he tried to smile with an encouraging smile:
- Sometimes this happens. But you can always go after him.
- There's another thing," she woke up her chin. - Except to turn him into a hamadrillas and...
Yugorus, trying to speak more gently, suggested
- Then forget it.
She sobbed again:
- I can't.
"Eh... Harley would have come here." - though the rector. Psychoanalysis would really be very useful, and if the dean of Orlodörra does not calm down soon, Harley's help will be needed by Yugorus himself.
- You understand me... - suddenly he heard Miss Susie's voice again.
Dean Orldorra still held his hands, barely balancing on her heels, and looked carefully into her eyes. Yugorus, who wasn't accustomed to the attention she was giving her, looked back. He felt a little uncomfortable and didn't know what to say. So he shook his shoulders indefinitely:
- Me…
- No, really, the voice sounded unexpectedly serious. McCanarraicle smiled weakly and wiped the ink from her cheek. - I'm an amazing fool, aren't I?
She shook again, and Luzhzh supported her again. I smiled as much as I could again:
- No, Miss Susie. That's not true.
- Look, Ugorus.... - she put her eyelashes down, then she looked at him carefully again. - And when you tell someone you love them... will turkeys and parrots speak for you too?
- Why do you ask?
She looked away:
- Just like that. We've known each other for so long, and...
The lie shook his head:
- No. You have to say such things yourself. And in general... I'm tired of these animals. Magic with magic, but my shoulders will dry out.
Miss Susan laughed. Then she sighed and took off her shoes a little bit. Thoughtfully she looked at the dangling heel and said:
- Actually, I want to see how this Pager...
- The eldest? - the rector didn't understand.
- No, Junior. To find at once the one who will never leave. But Butter won't quit. He is like that. I see it.
But you don't see much else.
But he didn't say anything. He took Susan's shoe from him and muttered a simple spell. Susan took the heel back and took the shoes. But she still seemed to be waiting for something. And Yugorus said:
- I don't think it matters to you, but... I wouldn't have left you. Never.
Shoes fell to the floor with a rumble. And Miss Susan gustily hugged him, whispering:
- And I hugged you. Never.
And the epiphany that had been hovering over Perverts for several months now had gone on to make new deeds.