111
A fishy spell
🐟

Surveying the hordes of woodlice in front of you, you raise your wand up high and cry out in a loud voice:

"Amansa atún!"

For a moment nothing happens.

Then three glimmering golden bubbles expand into the air in front of you, until they are the size of footballs. Inside each golden bubble is a large golden fish. The fish flap their fins and smile at you happily.

"Arthur, why are you casting a fish spell?" Kensley asks you.

"Err I don't know, I was hoping it would be a woodlice begone spell actually."

The golden bubbles pop and the three fish flop to the floor with a surprised look on their faces and then disappear with another pop.

The woodlice look on, unimpressed.