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Lesson one was sparks. "Point gently," said the teacher, "and say: One — a spark, alight!" Oliver pointed with all his might. The practice lantern sneezed. Soot puffed out and settled on everything, including Oliver's nose. The teacher handed him a potion that fizzed like green lemonade, and the soot vanished in one gulp of bubbles. "Spells don't answer the strongest arm, Oliver," said the teacher. "They answer the kindest heart." Oliver wasn't sure yet what that meant. He tried again anyway — and a small crooked spark hopped toward the lantern and hung there, glowing like a proud little pea.


