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“Morning, Ollie, how are you today?”

“I am OK,” said Ollie. “How are you?”

“Very well. Thank you, young man, but I would be even happier if you would help us by emptying another black box while you’re here. You’re learning so much that we are running out of space!”

Ollie gulped. “A black box,” he said nervously, and Nervous appeared and hid behind Ollie. “I thought I was here to get some special armour like a knight!” said Ollie.

“Oh, resilience armour,” said the librarian. “Well, yes, I guess it’s time you did get that, but that will take more learning, so we need the space.”

Ollie was not happy – the black boxes made him very nervous.

“Come on, lad,” said Mr Wilcox. “Let’s pick the right team to help you first.”

Instantly Calm and Brave appeared beside Ollie, and they cuddled Nervous, so he began to shrink. Mr Wilcox and Ollie walked off down the lines of shelves towards the back of the library where the black boxes were kept. As they walked down through the shelves Ollie could hear a lot of loud banging up ahead.

“What’s that?” asked Ollie. The banging got louder and louder as they neared a small door Ollie had not noticed before.

“Oh, that’s the magic workshop,” said the librarian.

“Wow,” said Ollie. “A magic workshop! Can we take a look?”

“I suppose so,” said the librarian.

He took a large brass key out of his pocket and put it in the lock of the little door. The door swung open, and Ollie and Mr Wilcox ducked down and stepped into the room. The room was enormous! It really was a huge workshop, and there were lots of little superpowers welding and hammering and, well, making things! There were shiny stripes of ever colour in glass cases on big tall shelves – and little workmen at tables with chemistry sets, making all kinds of strange concoctions! There was a cauldron like the witches have, with a really bad smell of rotten fish and broccoli in it, bubbling away in the middle of the room, and two little men