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don’t tell me what it is. You managed to summon me from Zizmor’s new mind-reading seminar. The least you can do is give me a chance to see how I’m doing.”
    Zelnoc closed his eyes. He put his fingers to his forehead. He stayed that way for a while. “I’m getting a blank here, Woglip,” he said at last. “You must think about what you want. Or I have nothing to read inside your mind.”
    Wiglaf thought of Bragwort ringing the bell. Bragwort yelling out answers. Bragwort losing 1,000 points for DSA.
    “I’m getting it now,” said Zelnoc. “You have a wart. But...why are you bragging about it?”
    “I was thinking of Bragwort, sir,” said Wiglaf. “He is our team captain.”
    “What team?” asked Zelnoc.
    “The DSA team,” Wiglaf told him. “We are competing in the All-Schools Brain-Power Tournament.”
    “Go on,” Zelnoc said.
    “Bragwort keeps ringing the bell so he can answer questions,” Erica put in. “But he doesn’t know the answers.”
    Zelnoc brightened. “I could put my famous no-bell ringing spell on him,” the wizard said. “I won an award for inventing that spell. Yes, sir, my fellow enchanters gave me the No-Bell Prize.” Zelnoc smiled at the memory. Then he shook his head. “But this Bragwort might still call out answers.”
    “He would call out,” Angus said. “That is so like him.”
    Erica nodded. “He is such a know-it-all.”
    “A know-it-all!” said Zelnoc. “Why didn’t you say so? I’ve got just the thing! Now where do I find this boy?”
    “What boy?” came a voice from the door of Suite D. There stood Bragwort holding a bag from the KNC School Store.
    “Do you answer to the name of Bragwort?” asked Zelnoc.
    “So, you have heard of me.” Bragwort smiled. “Is it because of my sky-high score on the S.A.T.-M.E.? Or because of my boldness here at the brain-power tournament?”
    “Never mind how,” said Zelnoc. He aimed his wand at Bragwort, and began to sing:
    “Do, re, me, fa, sol, la, ti!
Wise as an owl you wish to be.
Ti, la, sol, fa, me, re, do!
Wise as an owl, it shall be so.”
    A small puff of smoke spurted from the tip of Zelnoc’s wand.
    Bragwort simply stared at the wizard. For once he seemed to have nothing to say.
    “That’s it?” Erica asked the wizard.
    “Short and simple,” said Zelnoc. “But very effective.” He turned to Wiglaf. “I’ve got to get back to Zizmor’s seminar now. I was right in the middle of reading a very interesting mind. Hope I can find my place. Ta-ta, Woglip.”
    “Wait, wizard!” Erica cried. “If Bragwort knows all, then we shall win, but not by fair play!”

    Wiglaf sighed. Sometimes Erica took rules far too seriously.
    But Zelnoc had begun to spin. He spun faster and faster. Then-poof! He vanished in a burst of yellow smoke.
    “Rats!” Erica exclaimed. “He never even answered me.”
    “Who?” said Bragwort.
    “The wizard,” said Erica.
    “Zelnoc always makes a fast getaway,” Angus observed.
    “Who?” said Bragwort.
    “Zelnoc!” said Erica, sounding annoyed.
    Wiglaf stared at Bragwort. He did not look any different since Zelnoc had put the spell on him. But Wiglaf was beginning to think that maybe he had changed in some small way.
    “Bragwort?” said Wiglaf. “How do you feel?”
    “Who?” said Bragwort.
    “You,” said Wiglaf.
    “Who?” said Bragwort.
    “Uh-oh,” said Wiglaf.

Chapter 8
    W iglaf, Angus, and Erica stared at Bragwort.
    Bragwort did not seem to notice. He busied himself putting on his new red-and-white souvenir tunic.
    “You look very nice in it, Bragwort,” Angus told him.
    “Who?” said Bragwort.
    “You,” said Angus.
    “Bragwort,” said Erica, “can you say anything besides ‘who?’”
    “Who?” said Bragwort.
    “Oh, jester’s bells!” Erica exclaimed. “Bragwort isn’t as wise as an owl. He only sounds like an owl!” She turned to Wiglaf. “Summon that no-good wizard again,” she growled. “And fast!”
    “Conlez! Conlez! Conlez!”