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vas that?” asked Earl.
    “Uh...Dragon School Academy,” said Angus. “Very small. Not up to speed.”
    Wiglaf admired the way Angus was handling himself. But how long could he keep going before he tripped up?
    “That one—” Professor Scales pointed a claw at Erica. “—is a troublemaker.”
    “Vhat’s his name,” said Earl, pointing at Wiglaf, “vasn’t hissing sparks. There is something very veird about him.”
    “And Zoomer there flies like a two-year-old,” added Ace.
    Madam Dragonova’s plum-colored eyes bulged angrily. “You’re not real dragons,” she said. “You’re impostors!”
    “What?” said Angus. “No, we’re dragons. Look, scales. Horns. Sharp teeth.” He grinned.
    “Ve vill see,” said Earl. “Ve vill give you the Real Dragon Test.”
    Wiglaf’s crest began flashing at hyper speed.
    “Say the last line of this rhyme that every pipling dragon knows,” said Professor Scales.
    “Mary Dragon had a lamb,
Had a lamb, had a lamb,
Mary Dragon had a lamb...”
    The dragon teachers waited.
    Wiglaf shrugged. Erica looked panic-stricken.
    Angus took a guess. “Its fleece was white as snow?”
    “No!” boomed Professor Scales. “‘For breakfast, lunch, and dinner!’ ”
    Wiglaf swallowed. How could they ever pass this test?
    “Vell, veil, vell,” said Earl. “Try this one:
    Tvinkle, tvinkle, vee small star,
Dragons vonder vhat you are.
Up above the vorld so dark...”
    This time, Angus shrugged. So did Erica.
    Wiglaf gave it a try: “Like a diamond in the...park?”
    “Vhat?” cried Earl. “No! It’s ‘Like a vee small dragon spark!’ ” Earl brought his face down close to Wiglaf’s. “Who are you?” he asked.
    “Call Zelnoc, Wiggie!” cried Erica. She clapped her claws over her mouth. “I mean, Blinky.”
    “Viggie?” Earl’s yellow eyes grew wide. “Viggie, short for Viglaf?” He grabbed Wiglaf’s front leg and began to squeeze. “Are you Viglaf of Pinvick?”
    “It must be magic! They are not dragons—they’re dragon slayers!” shouted Madam Dragonova.
    “Yow!” Wiglaf yelped as Earl’s claws dug into his flesh.
    “I’ve vaited and vaited for this moment!” cried Earl. “Ever since you slew my vonderful mother, Seetha!”
    “I never meant to!” cried Wiglaf.
    “You vacked my brother, too!” said Earl.
    “Another accident!” cried Wiglaf. “I swear!”
    Earl kept squeezing. “This Zelnoc,” he said. “Is he a vizard?”
    Wiglaf nodded again.
    “So the vizard did a spell and von, two, three, you turned into dragons?” asked Earl.
    Wiglaf was getting sick of nodding.
    “I knew something was wrong with them!” exclaimed Madam Dragonova.
    Earl was beaming. “Vait until my brothers and sisters hear that Viglaf of Pinvick, the vorld’s vorst dragon slayer, is a prisoner at DSA!” he cried. “I’m going to call them—all 3,682 of them! Oh, vhat fun ve’ll have vhen they get here.”

Chapter 9
    T he DSA dungeon was hot. It reeked of rot and mildew. It had one tiny barred window way up high. Wiglaf saw a spider the size of a dinner plate climbing up the wall.
    Iron cuffs cut into Wiglaf’s legs. Even worse was the gag tied tightly across his mouth. If he could only get a piece of it between his teeth! Maybe he could gnaw it off.
    Erica and Angus were chained to the opposite wall of the cell. Erica kept grunting through her gag. Wiglaf figured she was saying she was sorry for blurting out his name. He was sorry, too. Very sorry! Who knew what awful things Seetha’s 3,683 children would do?
    There! He’d gotten the gag to slip. He started gnawing. SNAP! The gag fell to the floor.
    Wiglaf limbered up his lips. Then he quickly chanted: “Conlez! Conlez! Conlez!”
    A tiny cloud of blue smoke appeared. It grew until it filled the dungeon. Wiglaf could hardly breathe. He saw Zelnoc’s shape inside the smoke. The wizard took off his pointed hat, held it upside-down, and said, “Vacuum!” The smoke quickly poured itself into the