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Hello, Mala?

Hello?

What?

No,

I didn't steal anything from you or your stupid shop. You're making me up with

someone else.

Leave me alone!

Leave me alone!

What news do you bring me, soldier?

I found her, master.

Just in time for Melpomene's move.

Then the hour is soon mine. And even the librarian will be unable to prevent the

return of Gregor.

Sir, I'm going to need you to sign here, here, here, fingerprint here, and drop

of blood there. And this is?

A sworn abiding contract stating that you will not attempt to travel through

time again without the library's express permission.

Now, here's your pen, your ink pad, piercing needle for the drop of blood.

Now, get bleeding, sir.

Mrs. A wants those in triple care.

Okay,

where does the reliquary of Erd go?

Over there next to the Ark of Skulls and the Territory of Vahoosh.

What? The green box and the red box.

Okay.

It's amazing that this pile of time travel tax could cause so many problems.

Indeed, but it was still no match for my extraordinary team.

Extraordinary? Do you mean us?

Well, of course I do.

You are magnificent.

You are superb.

You are the best of the best of the best of the best of the best of the best.

Maybe when he traveled back through time, he hit his head on the 1920s. I am

clear in my own mind, avowedly so.

This, this is a new me.

I like Trulita Vikram. It's going to make missions more fun.

Ah, yes, missions.

I'm afraid, Connor, there will be, um, no more of those.

What? What?

Missions. No more of.

I hope there won't be a problem.

Ow! This is alarmingly sharp.

Can I do the bleeding bit later on? Vikram, you literally just said that we

the greatest team.

And you are. Not only great, but greatly precious to me. Which is why I have

decided that from now on, I'll be performing all missions alone.

Thus removing any risk of danger to your person.

Sir, we have more than proven that we can look after ourselves.

And I have more than proven that I am a danger to be around.

Have you forgotten our first meeting when you were nearly devoured by a

Drekavac? Have you forgotten her? Or the ballet witch?

Into whose cruel clutches I entwined you the very next week. Or the ghost train

which nearly killed Connor.

Or have you forgotten Paris?

Where, under the influence of one of Cupid's arrows, I betrayed my entire

And then finally, worst of all, stranding you centuries away from your

So I've come to realize that standing by my side is an extremely perilous place

to be.

Incoming.

Pay no attention to the pendulum. I shall attend the call alone.

Hands up who's going with Vic.

That's one thing that's changed since your day, Vikram.

Democracy.

It appears that magic is afoot in the arm.

Also known as the other side of the track.

Gran?

Gran?

Hermione? Are you hungry?

Hermione?

What has happened?

Nothing, girl. I'm okay.

No, you are not okay. Your hands are trembling.

Tell me, please.

You won't believe me. I know you are a good girl. I know you won't lie.

I saw some graffiti.

Move.

Hermione? When did it start?

Have you seen art move before today?

No.

I don't think so.

Why?

Stay down.

Hermione, stay down.

Hermione, get down.

That's the right run, you scoundrel.

Hello.

Has anyone been having any trouble with their art?

I think, maybe, the graffiti around town is coming to life. I know how crazy

that sounds, but... That actually doesn't sound crazy at all. For us, that

sounds like a Tuesday.

And then there's art intact inside your home.

The art clambered out, and they messed together in the hall over there. But

before they could come back and find us, you all... How did you get here, and

who are you?

Well, I am the librarian.

That's not an answer to the question I asked.

Oh, well, we have a sort of danger detector,

and it led us here. We arrived through a space -bending, distance

-compressing portal.

She means the magic door. Yeah, magic door. That's what I mean. Wow.

She finally said it. And when we arrived through it, we...

Saw the small army of hoodies.

All this insane art stuff that was about to attack.

And so we finished the fight. Librarians won, art, zero.

Wait, you came through a magic door?

Impossible, I know.

But such things are quite commonplace when you are in the company of the

librarian.

Why does he keep saying it like that?

Okay, so I see the armor, the storm cloud.

So where are the hoodies? I saw them running down the alley. You must have

scared them off.

I could show you where they're painted, if you'd like.

Something my gran doesn't know.

I painted the hoodies.

Ah, you were the graffiti artist.

I was just angry.

Living around here, everything's falling apart.

I wanted to make a point, I guess.

But it never moved before.

I was running from this horrible man when I saw the graffiti look at me.

The man.

Can you describe what he looked like?

Yeah, he looked like... Like that.

Mrs. A, I need a door.

Wait, we're going back to the library?

No, you are.

Stakes are now too high. I will handle the situation on my own.

But Vic... But nothing.

Day, you could get stuck in the art, just like that poor paint -stricken

shopkeeper did.

And if you stay, you could get stuck in the art. That will not happen to me, but

I... And the librarian.

Yeah, no, that doesn't work on us either, Vic.

Mrs. A, stand down the magic door.

That's a point. Why didn't that work on Hermione's grandmother either?

Maybe you were losing your edge, sir.

This glitch has blighted me before, but only when facing powerful adversaries.

She's not an adversary. She's just Hermione's grandma.

Well, did you find anything?

Many hooded people.

Hoodies. Ah, more hooded hoodies. They were all static.

Hermione's grandmother.

Tell me, have you ever seen... I have a name.

Catherine. Forgive me, Catherine.

Have you ever seen the art move before?

No, never.

Maybe Hermione used magic paint for the hoodies?

Hermione?

You painted them?

It's just... I wanted to say something about what it's like living here.

I want to have a voice. You vandalized public property.

What have I told you about taking risks?

If you were caught...

You could have gone to prison. Or worse, a gift like yours.

People would notice.

Bad people. Just paint, Graham.

Look at all the walls in here. It's all just paint.

You did all the art in this flat? Yeah. To cheer it up a bit.

Quite a telling guy.

Wait, so it's only Hermione's art coming alive? No one else's?

Suggesting something in the paint, like I said. Or the brush. Or the walls.

But why would the art attack its artist?

Hermione, can we see your art supplies?

Sure. I've got a studio up there.

Come on.

It's a bit of a squeeze.

I've been in tighter spots, believe me.

This is my studio.

It used to be a storage unit for the building.

But then, a few years ago, everyone started to move out. No one was using it

anymore, so... These paintings are exquisite.

Such color.

Such life.

They really seem as if they could step out of their frame at any moment.

Which they might at any moment. Indeed. Which is why I suggest we create a safe

space in this painted house.

Connor, Lysa, Charlie, take a room and clear it of art.

Good idea.

And then lock yourselves inside it. Bad idea.

You're giving us a fake job to keep us away from the real mission. Not at all.

If anything, yours is the more dangerous task.

Despite the fact that it is painfully transparent what Jacob is up to, he does

make a good point.

Creating a safe room could be useful if we're spending some time here.

If you two want to get on with that, I'll stay up here with him. Charlie, no.

is a guardian's duty to our librarian.

Isn't that right, sir?

Fine. We will get on with the archery.

You guys have got the weirdest work dynamic.

What is that?

This is a magic -sensitive liquid derived from the saliva of a minotaur.

In the presence of magical artifacts, it glistens. Did you take that from the

library? I borrowed it from the library. You're supposed to borrow things from a

library. Did you get permission?

Yes. I distinctly remember telling myself that it's all right.

Oh, come now, Charlie. Let's uncover which artistic apparatus is our magical

artifact.

Ouch!

This flat used to be three flats.

Originally, I just lived in one.

But as people started to move up, we knocked through.

Once Hermione came to live with me, we needed extra space.

It's a bit of a maze.

It's all right.

So, Hermione's mom and dad?

They moved to America when Hermione was a baby.

Hence her accent.

She grew up in Portland, Oregon.

Then her parents...

There was a car accident two years ago, and Hermione came to live with me.

I'm sorry.

My parents, I lost them the same way.

So I can appreciate how hard that must have been. I'm very sorry for your loss.

So you understand that's why I'm so protective of her.

I know I drive her mad half of the time.

It must be frustrating having someone on your shoulder worrying about you

always. Yeah.

It certainly can be.

What is this?

It's a storeroom.

I tried to use it as a pantry, but Hermione's art gets everywhere.

She is certainly prolific.

She's unique.

No glistening whatsoever.

Meaning? None of these items are the magical artifact.

If any painting was ever haunted, it has to be this one.

It is neither haunted nor magical.

You sure?

Tucked it again. You don't like clowns?

No one likes clowns. I like clowns. Yeah, but you're PSK.

I'm sorry.

Please, Stephen King.

Hmm. Still no glistening.

It's a shame.

It's rather pretty when it gleams.

Whatever the artifact is, it is not up here.

Man, I just know any moment now this thing is going to blink at me.

You have watched too many Scooby -Doos.

Kate, what do you make of her?

Do you think she's a bit suspicious?

No, I feel you.

The way Vic's hypno thing didn't work and the way she behaves, like she's

holding something back. Maybe guarding a secret?

Yeah, that's it.

Okay, we just have to keep an eye out and watch her back.

Hey, sorry.

Vikram said you needed help. Are you okay?

Yeah, he's fine. He's just been too many Scooby -Doos. Come, so I think if we

clear out a few more things in the back here.

What is that?

The lock seems pretty sturdy. We should be safe enough if we... Where's Lysa?

Stay here. Lock the door.

Liza! Liza?

Liza!

Oh, my God.

Liza?

I said, there you are.

What are you doing?

Connor,

light. Do you hear me?

Do you obey me?

We obey.

Good. The girl, Hermione, does she trust you?

She does.

Then bring her to me.

Now.

Where have you brought me, my servant?

We're outside the girl's home, master.

Soon she will be ours.

And then? And then, I will be free.

You've been gone too long. I'm going to check on him. No, Conor says stay in

here. What if he's in trouble? What if something happens to you? Something is

happening to me. And I can't just hide from it, Graham. I can't.

I have to go.

No glistening here either.

So nothing in here is the magic artifact?

No.

Basically, the case is closed.

I suggest you gather the others and go back to the annex.

I'll stick around and see what else I can find.

No. Seriously, Vikram, no. What is this? Why are you being so... What?

Ever since we got back from the pact, you've been all motherly.

Very well.

You've seen past my carefully constructed veneer.

I can see it is time to tell you the truth.

Ever since I arrived in this time, I never viewed it as my time.

Never my present.

Only ever as the future. A temporary stop on my way back home to my own time.

To the people that I loved.

This year never felt real to me at all.

And the people within it, as much as I cared for you, you never seemed fully

real either.

I'm sorry, but that is the truth.

Until we return from the past.

And in choosing to come back to the present day, I made this time my time.

No longer merely a future, but my present.

My home.

A place that I was no longer simply just passing through.

And you, my friends, my teammates, you have made

it real.

And that is what is so terrifying for me right now.

You're worried you'll lose us.

Just as I finally found you.

I've lost so much, Charlie.

So, so much.

And I could not bear the thought of losing any one of you now.

Connor, Liza, can you hear me?

Hermione. Liza, wait.

I'm coming. Thank God you're all right. We've got to go. Where's Connor? He's

fine. Come on, we've got to go.

It's okay. Come with me.

You'll be safe, I promise. Quick.

Come on, quick.

Grant?

Hermione, what happened?

My grant, she was made of paint and...

And this sad clown.

They took Connor and Lysa upstairs.

The extra clown.

It's Lysa.

It was Catherine.

Connor. That's Smear.

Connor did that. The grand I saw downstairs.

That wasn't really her. It was this painting come to life. And then it took

and trapped them in here.

I felt them.

I felt them both.

Sir. I should have sent them far away from here. Well, get them back.

There's a way. I should be a better librarian.

Then be better.

Figure it out like you always do.

How?

Notice the thing no one else has noticed.

Oh, yes.

Think. Think things. Things I have observed.

Things out of place.

Things...

Hermione, how old are you?

17. 17, and you can paint like this? You must have started at a young age. No,

not really. Well, not at all, actually. I was never that interested in art

until... Until what?

You got new paint. You wished upon a star. You gave cotton to a pixie.

like that, no. Just, like, six months ago, I got, like, really good at art.

Overnight.

Six months ago, we released magic back into the world.

Could it be?

Hermione, what is your family name on your mother's side?

Pavlis. Pavlis!

Oh, Pamela, now that does not sound Serbian at all. No, no, in fact, that

Greek. Greece.

Of course.

Oh, that explains it. Oh, your grandmother's resistance to my charm,

presence of magic with no magical artifact, and your Greek heritage.

Oh, Hermione, it all comes down to you.

Only you can release our friends from the paintings.

But how? I didn't put them in there.

Yes, my darling, I'm afraid you did.

Enough with the subterfuge.

Find a girl and bring her to me now.

This door is exceedingly solid.

I know. I've been careful in case... In case what?

In case people like these ever came for Hermione tonight. Tonight?

What's tonight?

Melpomene's moon.

Melpomene's moon, of course!

Can you stop knowing so much about things I don't know about? Melpomene's

is the moon of the music.

Finally. Something I've heard of. The Muses were Greek goddesses of the arts

were supposed to inspire great artists and writers.

But wait.

Are they real?

Perhaps that is a question you should ask of their descendants.

You've gone quiet.

Well, I think they're regrouping.

Well, are we?

Through the female blood, yes.

We are the descendants of the Muses.

Their power died long ago in our family line.

And it never came alive for me.

But I knew that there was a chance there for you.

When magic was released back into the world, it activated your gift. Not only

can you create great art, but you can bring it to life.

That's why there was no magic artifact.

Who am I to use the magic?

All that power.

And of course, you could not control it.

So it turned against her.

Wait. What's Melpomene's moon?

A celestial event.

It happens once every 17 years.

Power of the muse.

Then they would need to sacrifice the muse in the light of Melpomene's moon

tonight. Sacrifice me? Yes, my darling. This is what I have tried to protect you

from. All this time, I thought you were just strict. But why would anyone want

the power to bring pictures to life? To raise an army, an invincible army, of

heroes and gods, taken from the paintings of classical mythology.

And unlimited riches from paintings of treasure.

A duplicate of anyone who has ever had their portrait painted under the control

of one malignant mind.

But who?

Who's doing all this?

Vikram Chamberlain. I know you're in there.

Ah, Winslow Lynch.

It's a Gregor's hammer. They are the force behind it. Gregor's hammer?

Aren't they, like, a joke?

It appears they're muse no longer.

They're a relief strike force.

Utterly loyal to Gregor and totally fearless.

They're not the Auroboros who like hoodies.

They're just nerds gone emo.

Catherine, Hermione, step back, please.

Did you notice?

We've been recruiting.

Oh, let me guess.

A magic chant hypnotizing your fan base. Lay it into the music you play at one

of your gigs.

Uh, it's gigs, sir.

Yes. At one of your jig gigs.

And you yourselves, the musicians.

I see Gregor has reincarnated his brigade of sorcerers into you. That is

know the ancient chant.

Never underestimate the power of a catchy tune.

It's a bit of an earworm.

Oh. It all makes sense. As descendants of the Muses, music magic would have no

effect on Catherine and Hermione, forcing you to recruit others to kidnap

What do you want, Lynch? It's very simple, librarian.

You give me the girl, and we leave.

Well, that doesn't seem very likely, now does it?

You may have grown in confidence in numbers, but not in intelligence.

She's under our protection, Lynch. Turn around and walk away.

Please, just hear us out.

A one, a two, a one, two, three, four... Cover your ears.

Do you hear me, librarian?

I hear. I obey.

I also obey. You will succeed where your colleague failed.

Connor and Liza were taken by the art trapped in the painting.

As I thought, this art will do anything to protect its muse.

Bring me the girl.

The paintings were protecting her?

We thought they were attacking her.

Thank you, guys. This intel is a game changer.

Oh, you're welcome.

Wait. No. Stop.

I enchanted you. Yeah.

You didn't. A little anti -music magic trick I like to call sticking fingers in

one's ears.

Brothers, regroup!

We are such idiots, constantly missing the most obvious explanation.

What's going on?

There are two types of hoodies. The ones you animated and the new acolytes of

Gregor's Hammer.

Only the acolyte hoodies wish you harm.

Hermione, when the graffiti hoodies grabbed the shopkeeper, he was chasing

right? Yeah.

And when the clown and other grandma abducted Connor and Lysa, it's because

wanted to kidnap you.

Did they? Yeah.

Lynch had them under his control.

And when we first got here, those Gregor Hammerhoodies were trying to abduct you

too, until the art stopped them. Because that's what it does, right? The art

always protects you. It was never trying to attack you. It was attacking the

people who were trying to hurt you. Hermione, all this time you've been

controlling it with your subconscious mind.

So, if I've always been in control, then that means I can fight back.

No, Hermione.

It's too dangerous.

You can get hurt.

Catherine, I know how you feel. The things we love, we want to wrap them in

cotton wool.

But when we do, we stop them becoming the best version of themselves.

If I had just trusted my team, then maybe they would be here right now,

the day.

And perhaps, if we trust Hermione now, she could be the one to save us all.

Gran, I can't let people get hurt because of me.

Before your mother died, I made a promise to her and to myself that I

always protect you. And you did.

You have.

My whole life, you've protected me. Now please, Gran, let me protect you.

When you frown like that, you remind me of your mother so much.

Give them hell.

Shall we?

Forward!

I can't believe I did that, Gran. It felt so natural, like it's who I was

to be.

Your life now is going to be very different.

Hermione, I need you to do something for me. I need you to release our friends

from the paintings. Can you do that?

Bring them back to me, please.

But what if I do it wrong? What if I hurt them?

Do you remember the stories your mother used to tell you at bedtime?

Tales of ancient Greece.

Gods and monsters, heroes and villains.

Yeah. Well, I used to tell her those same stories, just like my mother told

and her mother told her, passed down through a thousand generations before

were told to you.

Because they weren't just stories, my darling.

They were training. Training in the power of your bloodline and your history

your heart.

Imagine your mother telling you the story of the great muse who freed her

friends from the paintings in which they had become imprisoned.

Let her muse inspire you.

I see her.

She's telling me.

You can do it.

I can do it.

Oh, my friends.

My dear friends, I am so sorry I did not believe in you.

Will you ever forgive me?

Vic, of course.

You promise?

You are not upset?

Why do I look upset?

No.

No, you don't.

Your mother would be so proud of you.

Well, I say this calls for... Oi.

What is that?

Hermione. What are you doing?

I'm not doing anything.

Hermione used her powers to release Connor and Lysa. To release something

this painting.

I am.

I am.

I am.

The work of art.

Gregor. What? How did he?

Right out of the painting. Get back, sir.

Oh, this was his plan all along. To trap you in the art. To plant his painting

in this room. To use the muse's power.

Sifling off just enough to free himself from a time bubble.

Yes, old friend.

I have been ahead of you every step of the way.

Oh, if I had not been so distracted worrying about my team's safety.

I did enjoy watching how your love for them had blinded you.

Now, with a muse's power.

I will build a battalion of fallen soldiers and great generals.

Anyone, whoever had their image locked in a painting.

My recruiting ground shall be the galleries of the world. I will be

And I will take the girl.

You and whose army?

Stop right there.

Don't hurt her.

Hermione, do as he says. Great work, Lynch.

Take her.

Yes, master.

If you even touch one hair on her head... I'd love to stay in this cut

week, but I have a moon to catch.

Lott, is there any other way out? The window.

But be careful, don't fall.

Master, here the moon is at the perfect angle.

This shall be our sacrificial fight.

Dagger of Urania, Master.

No! Please!

Please!

There's no graffiti for Hermione to use. Looks like the city did a clean -up

job. Great timing on the civic pride.

But there's no art.

We'll make her out. I brought some pies from the studio.

Now, Master.

The time is now.

Do it, Master.

Do it!

With this Dacre blade, I

claim the power of the mule.

In this full silver light of meliponese moon

Hermione, a little help?

Bring me their skulls!

Hermione, over here.

Hermione.

Melpomene's moon has passed, Gregor.

You're too late. So the sacrifice becomes a hostage.

Come no closer, I warn you.

Oh, mother.

Hey.

It belongs to the library.

And it is way over there. All right.

Wakey, wakey. Free to leave, time to go.

Maybe get some better taste in music.

What are you looking at? Go.

Perhaps you may give me a moment alone with my old friend.

So, to the victor, Golderspoil, you have earned the right to end my life.

Oh, not today, Gregor.

You'll be taken into custody by the library, where you'll be held

for your crimes in a fair trial.

Trial? You think you can make me a plaything of your imagined laws?

This modern age has made you a soft librarian.

Where is your courage, your valor, your manliness?

You are weak, Wickham Chamberlain.

We can all change, Gregor.

Even you.

Only you knew the difference between kindness and weakness.

I know your weakness.

I know its specific shape and flavor.

I witnessed it firsthand.

A weakness that never would have troubled you back in the old time.

And what weakness is that? Pray tell.

For the first time in your life, you'll love your friends.

And it will be the death of you.

Or them.

Connor?

Dick! Help me!

Help!

So, I present you with a choice.

Capture me, and my servant severs your friend's lifeline.

Or, release me, and I shall call my servant off.

Me or him.

True. And if I let you go... Then he shall live. For now.

So, do you sacrifice your friend to beat me, or save your friend and release me?

I know which path the old Wickram would choose.

You got it.

Easiest choice I ever made.

I'm sorry.

You're welcome.

I got something I'd like you to look after for me.

It's a picture of me losing my power.

If I bring it to life, then... Then you won't have your power anymore.

I don't think I'm ready for it yet.

Well, Gran's right. My life would be very different and very dangerous.

Well, we'll keep it safe for you.

Promise. Yeah, and if you change your mind, it'll be there for you at the

library. In fact, I know just the place for it. Right next to the lost Da Vinci

blueprints. What do you reckon, Vic?

Yes.

By the blueprints.

Couldn't we have used Hermione's power to bring Anya out of her painting, too,

sir?

I'm afraid not.

Musa's power is not that of time travel.

Gregor was trapped outside of time already.

Hermione merely released him through his painting.

Whereas Anya is in her correct time.

If Hermione animated this portrait, it would only produce a lifelike but

lifeless copy.

So, what are we going to do about Gregor? Hey, we beat him this time,

him next time. But will we?

Will we, I wonder?

Sure.

I'm sorry, forgive me.

We did well today.

But Gregor was smart.

I mean, crazy smart. The way he got out the painting.

But he did get one thing wrong.

What was that?

Gregor's not a loner anymore.

He's part of a team. And his feelings for us, for the team, are not his

weakness. They're his strength.

Finally, she's starting to see it. I'd call that... Sir.

Welcome to Belgrade, the capital and largest city of Serbia, with a

of over 1 .4 million people within the city limits and a metropolitan area of

nearly 1 .7 million inhabitants.

We can go over here.

And with the advent of nuclear bomb, modern warfare changed forever.