Now...
that is an excellent magical staff!
Thanks, Miss Mould.
What's it for again?
Well, wizards use them, to focus their magic.
I thought it might help make your spells a little more... precise.
I wonder why no one suggested it before.
Well, there are some who'll tell you...
Staffs are for wizards only!
They are considered un- witchlike.
That, basically.
But Miss Hardbroom, if it helps with my magic, then...
The Great Wizard does not allow it.
Do you wish to discuss it with him?
No, thank you.
As I'm sure Miss Mould is aware,
we have our own things,
things which wizards are not allowed.
Like what?
d Feathers of duck, tears of mole d
d Burn them in a rabbit hole d
d Dig them up, dance about d
d Squashing flat a Brussels sprout d
Those are not the correct words, and well you know it.
Will you please take your chanting more seriously?
It's so unfair.
Wizards get all the cool stuff. Staffs, wands, wiz- ball.
And what do we get? Boring old chanting.
And girls, don't forget our event this evening.
A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to see
The Extraordinary Esper Vespertilio.
The who, Miss Bat?
Esper Vespertilio.
The most famous chantsmith of her day.
Thank you, Ethel Hallow. At least somebody's been paying attention.
I'll be seeing you at the performance.
Oh, I have to wash my broomstick, Miss Bat.
Madame Vespertilio has been persuaded
to come out of retirement for one night only
to show you the beauty and power of chanting.
Now who is going to attend?
It's just...
Um, I think it'd be nice to do some more modern witching.
Oh, well, if that's how you feel, Mildred Hubble,
you and your friends can miss the rest of my lesson
and put these up instead.
I am sorry you have had to manage without your cats,
but perhaps now you'll think again before misusing a wildfire spell,
or any spell, for that matter.
Thank you, Miss Cackle.
Yours, I believe.
Thank you, Miss Cackle.
And yours, Beatrice.
- Miss Cackle... - Now I must get on.
I need to check arrangements for tonight's chanting performance.
And I'm sure you're all itching to get reacquainted.
I thought she had that under control.
The wizards wanna keep all the good stuff for themselves.
To stop the witches getting too powerful.
If you feel that strongly, why don't you tell the Great Wizard?
Yeah, you can change witching forever, Millie.
I'm the worst witch here. He's not gonna listen to me.
Hey, careful.
Is that my hat?
Hey! Come back here!
Uh...
There!
Got you.
That's a boy.
Thank you, Detective Maud.
Who are you?
Oliver. Ollie. I'm a wizard.
We're taking you to Miss Cackle before you steal anything else.
Oh, no, please.
We can do it the easy way
or we can turn you into a mouse and carry you by the tail.
You got a kangaroo last time you tried.
Yes, I know that, Maud.
You can't tell the teachers.
If I get caught, I'll be finished as a wizard forever.
Sting of bee, egg of grouse, turn this wizard into a...
I'm the Great Wizard's grandson!
Beatrice?
Beatrice, where are you?
There!
Now where?
Beatrice, this cannot go on.
You have to tell someone about your asthma.
I'm sure there are many simple treatments.
It's not asthma.
I'm allergic to cats.
You don't know how hard it is having him for a grandfather.
So much pressure to become a great wizard myself one day.
That still doesn't explain why you're sneaking around as a witch.
Because it's my only chance.
The type of magic I really love, they don't teach at wizard school.
And what type of magic is that?
Chanting.
Chanting?
And I think I'm actually quite good. Or I could be.
If I could take chanting lessons.
I've asked my grandfather again and again,
but he says wizards don't chant, that's just the way it is.
That sounds just like HB.
So, you came here to chant?
I came to see her.
Esper Vespertilio.
I don't think we've got anything to play that on.
* Cast of worm and spider hair *
* Those who hold us back, beware *
* Mix in rain from midnight skies... *
Okay, that was pretty crafty.
A good soloist can take any chant and make it their own.
A great one like Madame Vespertilio
can make even the oldest chant sound new.
- You are such a fanboy. - And so was my grandfather.
I thought, if she could somehow hear me chant,
maybe she could talk to him.
And then maybe he'd let wizards take chanting lessons.
We've had worse plans.
Other academies have different familiars.
Why didn't you go to one of those?
I've always dreamed of coming to Cackle's.
And I'm not giving up on it because of a silly allergy.
- What is that? - I brewed a vanishing potion.
Do you have any idea how many rules you're breaking even holding that?
- What are you making vanish? - My allergy, of course.
You're aware how precise you have to be when using a vanishing potion?
Potion, potion, now I spray, make my sneezes go away!
Not even a tickle.
I'm cured! I can stay! I'm cured!
Where's Solstice?
Oh, great. You made your cat vanish instead of the allergy.
Are you sure this is going to work?
I said I'd get you backstage to see Madame Vesper- thingy,
and I will.
Just try to look witchy.
I've seen witchier bananas.
We could all get into terrible trouble for this, Millie.
I know, but Ollie deserves a chance.
And if everyone stuck to the rules, I'd never have become a pupil here.
And anyway, if Ollie can change the Great Wizard's thinking on chanting,
it could mean the end of wizards- only and witches- only everything.
If he's telling the truth. Millie, we haven't even heard him chant.
You think I'd put myself through this unless...
Hey, Mildred, who's your friend?
Olive! Exchange student, from Pentangle's.
- You're from Pentangle's? - Yeah, I'm sure we told you.
Hold on a minute.
You're going nowhere
until you tell me how you get that amazing look for my new blog.
- Um, I... - Designer.
You know, Pentangle girls.
Has anybody seen Nightstar? She was here a moment ago.
- Who is this person? - Exchange student, she says.
Exchange? What exchange?
- You remind me of someone. - Well, must run.
Can't be late for lessons on her first day.
But it's the end of school.
No girls in classrooms after hours.
- Yes, Miss Hardbroom. - Yes, Miss Hardbroom.
There she is.
- That is not a designer cloak. - Go!
Okay, okay, it's simple. We can totally explain who that is.
Maud?
- We made it. - Yeah.
Esper should be right through... here!
Miss Bat? We really need to speak to Madame Vespertilio.
- I'm afraid she won't be coming, Mildred. - What?
I've cancelled the show, due to lack of interest.
- Sparkle's gone! - And Hazel.
I think they're all gone.
I passed a few girls calling for their cats.
Bea, what have you done?
You could chant for Miss Bat. Maybe she could speak to the Wizard.
She's just a teacher. Why would my grandfather listen to her?
My last chance, gone.
All because people don't understand how amazing chanting can be.
Where's that record?
Why do you...?
Where do things go when they vanish? They have to go somewhere.
They go to Vanishment, of course.
Where?
I do so wonder how you ever passed the entrance exam.
Everything that gets magically vanished goes to Vanishment.
It's simple.
So, if it's possible to put something into Vanishment,
it's possible to get it out again.
Well, yes.
All you need is a pair of enchanted scissors, but...
But it's dangerous!
So many reports of students losing their cats.
- Don't you think that's...? - Want to hear something amazing?
Ugh, please.
I'd rather listen to my sister clanging a cauldron or...
* Cast of worm and spider hair *
* Those who hold us back beware *
* Mix in rain from midnight skies *
* Witches now shall rise *
Not only that, but she was cool too. She broke all the rules.
- Chanting is awesome. - Mildred Hubble!
Where is Mildred Hubble and her new friend?
You'll soon have your cats back.
Solstice.
Uh... uh...
Beatrice.
Beatrice, don't.
Relax, I've fixed it. Look.
Sparkle.
Hazel.
I don't think you fully understand.
Give me some credit...
Give me some credit.
You're not the only one who can do magic around here.
Ugh! What...?
- What's happening? - I told you!
Everything that gets disappeared goes into Vanishment.
And you just pulled out the stopper.
Pocus!
Nightstar, there you are.
Marvellous turnout. How exciting!
It shows that young witches still enjoy the old traditions.
Well, even the most traditional traditions
were new once, Miss Hardbroom, no?
I think that might be from an Esper Vespertilio chant, actually.
I wouldn't know.
Oh, she's wonderful. Huge fan.
She taught me so much
about not blindly following those in charge.
- Millie, how did you? - You sold a chanting performance.
Looks like it's going to be a wonderful show, dear.
Yes, it does.
Miss Bat. Everybody wants to see Madame Vespertilio.
Please send a broomstick, do a transportation spell,
whatever it takes.
- I can't. - But why?
Because she's already here.
Thank you all for coming.
* Tail of ox and beard of goat *
* Tooth of wolf and claw of stoat *
* Put them in a bubbling stew *
* And then the bats shall dance for you *
Wow.
I don't...
"Vespertilio," Mildred Hubble...
- Latin for "bat." - Wow!
Wow!
That was her stage name.
Don't tell me you didn't know.
There must be a way to close the hole.
Yes, there is. But I don't know it.
Push, you two, push!
* Scatter petals From one black rose *
* Bring our dance now to a close *
- Now's your chance. - What?
You're on!
For my next chant...
Miss Vespertilio! Excuse me, but...
As promised, front row.
Nothing's too good for the Great Wizard.
I hope we haven't missed too much.
If you don't come out, I'm giving this to the school jumble sale.
My grandfather's on the front row. He's sure to recognize me.
So you just give up?
Nothing is ever going to change
unless you stand up and do something about it.
Isn't that what Esper did?
Yes, Mildred. It was.
And I wonder if it's what you're going to do, too.
Or are you just going to accept things as they are?
After all, wizards get so much "cool stuff," don't they?
Staffs, wands, wiz- ball.
And what do we get?
Madame Vespertilio,
I've come a long way to... to perform for you, so...
Your audience is out there, young man.
You know?
Are we going to hear you or not?
We are pushing!
Oh, it's going to blow! It's going to blow!
Yes, I was a great admirer of Vespertilio.
I have all her albums, every one.
Oh, you'll be familiar
with the rare Live at Pendle Hill album, then?
Yes, of course. Yes. Yes, one of my favourites.
Funny. I just made that one up.
Oh, good. It's starting again.
d Acorn husk and coal... d
♪ Mmm... ♪
* Acorn husk and dust of coal *
* Sky turns grey, storm clouds roll *
* Day become as dark as night... *
* Thunder roar and lightning strike *
You'll make a very good chantsmith one day.
I hope she's having extra lessons, Ada.
I'm a...
I'm afraid I don't know who that is, Your Greatness.
Nor I.
But she has something to do with Mildred Hubble.
Mildred Hubble...?
Excuse me.
Who are you?
What is this?
Is this a joke?
No, Grandfather. I just want a chance.
I thought maybe Esper could make you see...
What I see is a wizard shaming the family name!
How dare a grandson of mine challenge my authority?
Wizards do not chant!
Please.
That is the way it has always been, the way it always will be!
Now get out of that ridiculous costume.
Um, excuse me, Your Greatness,
but I do think that, if you don't mind me saying,
that is the most old- fashioned and unfair rule I ever heard.
No one should be stopped from doing what they love
purely because they are a wizard or a witch.
Why shouldn't a wizard be great at chanting?
Why shouldn't a witch be great at wizard ball?
It makes no sense, Your Greatness. No sense at all.
Surely it's time that it changed.
She's right.
Nothing is going to change.
A wizard chanting.
It would be like...
a witch with a staff.
Oh!
Pity.
You know, young man, it's funny...
the times we've met and you never seemed to realize who I was.
I've always remembered you.
I signed it for you. Don't you remember?
I remember.
I remember telling you, you made me want...
You made me want to change the world with magic.
Well, Oliver, it seems that magic has to be dragged into the modern world.
If Esper... Miss Bat, agrees, then...
- you can come here for night classes. - Yes!
As for you,
Mildred Hubble...
Miss Cackle, it's all my fault. I opened a Vanishment hole and I can't close it.
It is a good staff.
Use it wisely.
- You were brilliant, Ollie. - And so were you, Millie!
Esper Vespertilio, thank you.
- Thank you, Mildred Hubble. - You're welcome.
Oliver, home.
Thought he'd never leave.
How exactly did this Vanishment hole open, girls?
Well, it's a long story, and...
She's allergic to cats.
Well, there's only one solution to that.
Miss Hardbroom,
would you escort Beatrice to my office?
You know what can not be put into Vanishment?
Detention.
And you can join them, Mildred Hubble.
What I can't understand is why you didn't tell me sooner.
We could have done something about it before you caused all this trouble.
I'm sorry. I just really wanted to stay here.
Mmm.
Well, if you can't have a cat, how is that possible?
- I don't know, Miss Cackle. - Hmm.
I think there are a few drops left here.
You have to be very precise when using a vanishing potion.
Now.
But Miss Cackle, I... I...
No sneezes.
Not even a tickle. Am I really cured?
Of course you're cured.
In future, if you have a problem which you can't solve,
the only way to make it vanish is ask for help.
Miss Hardbroom?
I'm here for detention.
Fine.
Is something the matter?
Nothing, Miss Hardbroom.
Nothing at all.