“Detention,” Ms. Carver whispered, backing away. “And also… how did you do that?”

The screen flashed white. The Chromebook’s fan roared. When his vision cleared, the candies were real . They spilled from the USB port, cascading over his desk, swirling around his ankles. The other students gasped—but they weren’t looking at candy. They were looking at Leo, who now held a crackling, golden jawbreaker in his palm, his eyes glowing faintly pink.

Suddenly, a new button appeared: .