"Did he just-"
We stared at each other in shock.
"Damn," Hel snapped. "I didn't realise we were dealing with wizards. This just got a whole lot more complicated."
"What do we do now?" I asked.
"We find him." The look on Hel's face was murderous. "I'm sure Aisha can sort something out. Come on, let's go."
Two hours later....
"Got it!" Aisha hung up the phone. "I told Abby I wanted Milo to help with my science homework. She said at this time they're always at their den in the woods. It's an old shed."
"Yes!" Hel punched the air. "Thanks, Aisha. Let's go."
"Hold on!" I held up my hands. "We can't just run in there. He'll disappear again. We need a plan."
"I have an idea," said Heimdall. "But it's risky."
Hel turned to him. "I love risky. Spill the beans."
"Well..." Heimdall opened one of his cupboards and pulled out a small, white globe with a button on the top. "I invented this accidentally weeks ago, when I was trying to make an automatic lock-picker. Press that button and all magic in an area of 48 metres will be blocked and unusable for fifteen minutes."
"Why 48?" I wondered.
"It was supposed to be 50," Heimdall said, "but I didn't have enough birosome circuits."
"What's the problem?" Hel reached for the globe, but Heimdall snatched it back. "Wait! It will also block your magic. And the Bifrost won't be able to access that area, either. You'll be defenceless."
"Ah." Hel considered it, then shrugged. "We should be fine. If they try anything, I can karate chop them."
"You couldn't karate chop your way out of a paper bag," I pointed out.
"Shut up, bro." Hel took the globe. "Beam us down, Scotty."
Heimdall gave her a look. "Call me Scotty again and I will beam you straight into Niflheim and leave you there."
The shed didn't look like a secret HQ for wizards. It was old and dilapidated, with cracked windows and peeling wooden walls.
The door swung open, and we ducked behind a bush.
Milo and Jason stepped out, talking about the World Cup.
"Spain got thrashed!" Milo was saying. "I'm still in shock."
"I know. They're one of the best."
The two boys walked off, still chatting. Hel made as if to go after them, but I grabbed her arm.
“Wait! Why don’t we search their shed first? We might find something.”
“I thought the plan was to confront them?”
“It was, but we can do that after. We might not get as big an opportunity as this again.”
“I guess you’re right. OK.” Hel grimly smiled, and pressed the button on the globe.
I didn't feel anything, but when I tried to summon fire, there was nothing. It was creepy.
Hel made a face. "Ugh. Let's make the most of this."
We walked towards the shed and went inside. It was no less impressive inside than outside.
A towering bookshelf heaving with old novels dominated one wall. In the middle of the room there were two old red armchairs on opposite ends of a mahogany table. There was what looked like a miniature lab on one wall and several cupboards on the other. There was a book lying on the table.
Hel picked it up and opened it to the first page. She read out: "Advanced spells by Amora Bond. Somebody's handwritten in, Property of Carol Griffiths. Hands off. Aaron - THIS MEANS YOU." She frowned. "I know that name."
"Which?" I pointed out.
"Carol Griffiths." Her eyes lit up. "Of course! She was-"
There was a creak, and the door opened. The two boys were standing in the doorway, staring at us in horror.