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"Haha! Look at the kiddy dance! Look at the Kiddy DANCE!" A masked man, with a nasally voice cackled as he jabbed his wand at the squirming 2nd year, a silencing charm, applied earlier, preventing the boy from screaming from the duress he was under. The torture was taking place near the remnants of the boy's school; the attackers had, to add insult to injury, destroyed the castle with a barrage of Bombardas and Reductos.
No older than 13; yet the barely teen aged boy was under the Cruciatus. Even some of the man's fellows, specifically those that believed in the protection of Purebloods but had joined up without the sadism that was present in this particular man, were uncomfortable with the sick pleasure he was displaying in the act. They half expected him to have wood.
"Dance you little Shit! Dance you MUDBLOOD!" He screeched at the agonized student, as the boy shook and defecated from the pain; increasing his torturer's pleasure further at the sight of what he had caused.
The only professor remaining in the fight; a middle-aged man renowned in France for being a certified champion of duelling, intervened at this point, unable to stand the sight of such cruelty to one of his students; especially one so young. A blue arc f light flew from his wand, and struck the torturing man in the bicep.
Another screech ran through the night as the dark wizard felt his entire right arm, the one holding his wand, in fact, was encased in ice; the coldness burning his skin as the spell engulfed his arm. The sight briefly inspired hope from those that were being attacked, only for them to realise what this spell had indirectly caused.
The Duelist had sacrificed his position engaged in two others, a third already felled by his hand, in order to help his student. They watched horror stricken as their only hope was caught in the back by a killing curse, and his eyes went blank as he slumped to the ground.
The celebrating increased further from those Dark-Lord followers that had finished their fights before now, as they gathered up the ones they had picked off, holding them under various curses and hexes to prevent the students and teachers from fleeing before they were done.
Beaubaxtons had only been accepting male students for a single generation; explaining the fact that so many more were female. That, unfortunately, was a good thing in the eyes of Death Eaters. It meant that they had now gained very nice spoils, and they had no problem claiming what was theirs here in the fields of France.
Spurred on by the final teacher falling, the rest of the Death Eaters stepped up their game, breaking through and overpowering the 6th and 7th year students quickly enough; though in several cases the dark wizards had to gang up on the younger wizards, seeing as the servants of Dark Lords tended to be of a rather low calibre. Cannon fodder effectively.
Just as the creeps were about to claim their prizes for a job well done, however, the ground shook.
"Hey, do you guys hear that?!" One of the newer recruits called out, panic in his high voice.
"Never mind hear, do you guys feel that?!" Another responded; trying to maintain his balance. "What the hell is-" The man fell silent, his hand snapping up to his chest as his knees buckled.
"Tony?!" The first called, shock rising and fear intruding at the thought of something going wrong. "Tony! What's wrong?!"
The rumbling grew louder, as the source approached the dark wizards rapidly. By this point it was not just the new recruits that were feeling fear constrict and their nerves fail; the vast majority of the bunch were cowards; and there was no chance that they would be hit by an earthquake in a magical area; it just didn't happen. That meant there was another reason, and even they arrived at the conclusion that it was bad news.
They had an inkling as to who was here. They were wrong, of course, but the conclusion they came to terrified the majority of the dark wizards.
Who would care to intervene? Who would be ale to get through the anti-apparation wards? And who of them would dare?
Their master.
Tom Marvelo Riddle. Better known as Lord Voldemort, the greatest Dark Lord of their time.
He had not given them permission to attack the school. Was he alive? Had he somehow heard of tonight's activity? If so, they were dead.
Another fell to the ground, silent other than a whisper of shock as he reached for his chest. With a thud, he fell to the ground.
The next died more painfully. A quiet thunk and a hole appeared, in the centre of his forehead.
"What in Morgana's name?" One dark wizard whispered, seeing the gleaming stone that had exited the wound. He bent to pick it up, noting that it was a steel pebble, before the rock changed.
It grew massively; becoming a boulder as opposed to the minuscule rock, and crushed the man's arm under it's new-found weight.
"Ahhh!" He cried, futilely attempting to roll the rock off him as the bone and sinew was flattened in a horrible flash of pain. "H-Help me!" He demanded of a fellow that happened to be near.
"Wingardium Leviosa." Was the other's response, as he gestured extravagantly with his wand, and the metal slowly rose from it's position pinning and crippling his companion.
Letting out a whimper, the floored Death Eater moved his undamaged hand to his mangled one, and sobbed once; not paying attention to the floating hazard. A mistake.
The levitating dark wizard heard a squawk and looked up, moving his attention slightly from what he was doing. He saw a raven diving straight at him, and furrowed his eyebrows behind the mask; befuddled at what this meant. Ravens were commonly known to be a bad omen.
Then, he saw that it was not an ordinary bird. On the visible breast of the avian, a strange symbol shone. The 'Eater didn't recognise it from his days of Ancient Runes; but he wasn't the most intelligent man in the world; so that didn't surprise him.
The man raised his free hand as the bird approached, it seemed intent to attack him for some unknown reason, and so he would bat the pest away.
As his hand struck out, the bird let out another squawk, followed by a muffled BOOM and the man's upper body vanished in a flash of orange flames. The legs remained upright for several seconds, before teetering over.
The boulder dropped, and with a crunch the whining Death Eater was flattened.
The others were thrown into panic as angry chirps ran through the field around them; they had seen what was done to their fellow when he was attacked by that bloody bird. In their fright, half simply turned and ran, the others realizing they had a better chance of survival by standing strong and fighting back.
As a flock of the runed ravens appeared, the symbols glowing in the dark sky, the group began throwing spells at the animals, the birds exploding before they could get close enough to do damage to their targets. The group had their heads tilted back, staring into the sky to catch sight of any incoming bomber birds. This left them completely open from the flank, and the fact that they had gathered into a group fr defensive purposes made it even easier to capitalise on the fools' incompetence.
The rumbling and shaking returned. But the students, and the remaining teachers, were the only ones to notice that this time felt different. Like the feel that would accompany a herd of cattle charging. Or, of course, several dozen bulls.
The rampaging animals, save the final in the charge, had no runes this time; able to do the damage with the natural gifts they had been given, unlike the birds. The brown hide mammals were charging in a semi-organised formation, coming from the other side of the castle as they were magically herded. Had the 'Eaters looked back, they would have had time to move out of the way with ease; explaining the distraction in the form of another flock of birds, though had they looked closely the dark wizards would have noticed that the glow was in a very different shape to the exploding avians they had been dealing with up until now. But, of course, they didn't have any reason to think that the new rune was only there so that they wouldn't turn back and notice the incoming stampede.
As the rampaging animals approached, a fist sized rock landed between the attackers and their would-be victims, the rune glowing a brilliant blue as it rolled to a stop.
The rock exploded into a brilliant light; the equivalent of a super-charged flash bang, and blinded the already traumatised students and their teachers, preventing them from seeing what came next.
With no difficulty, the horde of animals caught the attackers off guard, and slammed into the back of the 25-odd wizards; the bulls' horns dealing with the first to be hit, while the thorough trampling shattered the chests and/or skulls of their fellows that they had covered.
Following the Death Eaters being put down, the final in the herd of bulls stopped in the middle of the group of corpses and his rune brightened. In an instant, the bovine animal was engulfed in brilliant red flames, that jumped from him seconds later, hopping to the nearest bodies while ignoring the area other than the flesh-made beings. The bodies were quickly reduced to ash, as the fire swarmed over them and, as the peoples' vision recovered, there was no evidence of the dark wizards after this. Well, none other than the memories that the teachers would give to their ministry once the incident was investigated.
The group, their sight now restored, shrank back slightly at the sight that next presented itself. An animal... a beast charged through the clearing; the coat barely standing out as darker than the rest of the night around it, while the ivory teeth gleamed in the moonlight. The big cat moved peculiarly silently, for it's size, as it flew through the field in pursuit of the other 'Eaters.
Terror was evident in the screams as it caught up with the fleeing wizards, giving them enough time to exclaim from shock, but ending them before they had a chance to so much as draw their wands. The massive canines punctured arteries and vital organs in a display of why it was an apex predator.
However, a single man; the leader of this raid and the infamous wizard known so far as incendie-voluntaire, for his affinity for Arson in France, escaped the beast's wrath, in a manner similar to the attack.
An average size antelope burst from the treeline on the end of that clearing, and rushed towards the cowering group, heading in particular for a small crowd of 4th year girls. Of course, this didn't strike any of them as particularly sinister. What would the herbivore do to them, after all. But the breath-taking roar that followed did. That resulted in more than one of the younger students having an... accident as it nearly deafened them.
The form of the massive cat that broke free of the wilderness, in pursuit of what seemed to be it's prey, added greatly to the fear and awe that came from the intimidating roar. The black cat was heading for the crowd this time, giving them a better view of it as many of them scrambled backwards, in an effort to get away from the hate-filled emerald eyes.
The eyes, though, were not fixed upon them, but on the antelope that had now reached the girls, who were under the impression that his gaze was fixed on them, and so were, in fear, whimpering into each other as they hugged their friends tightly.
Their nerves weren't helped by the next occurrence.
The chased herbivore had changed tact as it shifted back into the 'Dark Lord' that was looking to ally himself with Voldemort, who seized one of the schoolgirls by the throat, and with his other hand pressed his wand against her throat.
"Change back!" He screamed in French at the predator in front, who responded with a snarl. "Change back or I swear to God I'll fucking kill her!" The tip pressed into the vulnerable flesh harder, and the girl let out a soft sob as tears ran down her face. "Shut up you little bitch!" He growled at her.
The massive Smilodon stopped, sitting on his hindquarters with as hateful a look as his face was capable of directed at the disgusting wizard. The creature reared back, and stood on his back legs. In an instant, the feline had shifted into his own natural form; a tall, muscular teen standing in the stead of the monstrous cat. The still glowing emerald orbs narrowed as Harry Potter flicked his wrist and a wand, with the black, red and white spirals running up the length, appeared in his hand from the hidden holster on his wrist.
"Ah, ah! None of that!" The wizard called; the tip of his wand glowing a harsh orange as he did. "Toss your wand off to the side kid!"
With a grunt of displeasure, Harry threw his wand off to the side as the hostage whimpered as her fear increased.
"Now who the fuck do you think you are kid?!" The 40-odd Dark Lord asked angrily. He received silence as his answer. "TELL ME! Who do you think you are to mess with me?! WHO?!" He tossed the girl to the side, casually, and centred his wand on the insulting wizard that dared threaten him. Harry raised his hand at the same time, and a strange symbol glowed on the palm.
"That was dumb, friend." Harry spoke in French. "You were only alive because of her. Diffindo!" A bolt of light slammed into Incendie-Voluntaire's chest. The man's chest was sliced open, and he stumbled back with a shocked expression. "Reducto!" In his shocked state at the wandless magic; the man didn't manage to throw up a shield, and paid the price as the now visible chest-plate was obliterated by the spell. He fell onto his ass, and the light went out in the 'Dark Lord's eyes.
Harry flicked his wrist again, and his discarded wand returned to his hand. He quickly sheathed it again before casting a scourgify on his blood cover mouth and turning to the crying girl that had been held captive, a series of diagnosive spells quickly being cast on her to check her for injuries.
As he turned to the others, intending to do the same, he found himself on the receiving end of an odd experience.
He'd yet to be thanked for stuff like this, after all.
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"Sorry I'm late Professor." Harry said, as he walked into the dungeon classroom. "I was told to give you this." He handed a note to the Snape before taking his seat.
"R-Right." The Potions teacher responded, blinking owlishly at the note. "The instructions are on the board. You may begin." He flicked his wand at the blackboard and disappeared into his attached office with a swirl of his cloak.
"What was that about?" Tracy asked, from her seat next to Harry, while Jasmine doodled on his other side.
"I assume he went to call the Headmaster." Harry responded with a yawn. "Then, the Headmaster will call the Beauxbatons headmistress. Who will confirm my story." He added, and waited for 20 seconds. "And then Snape will be told to send me up to Dumbledore's office." They only had to wait for a few minutes before the door to the other room opened once more and a more-pale-than-usual Snape strode back in.
"Class is over! You're dismissed!" He barked at the surprised NEWT students. "Potter, you're to come with me to see the Headmaster!" Without waiting for Harry to respond, the man slunk out of the classroom at a remarkable speed.
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5 minutes later the Slytherin Head of Year and his 6th year prefect arrived at the gargoyle guarding the Head-Teacher's office, and with a quick password of "Blood-Pops" they were allowed entrance.
As the two ascended the staircase, Harry's trepidation of this meeting grew. He knew he couldn't be charged with anything, given that the French were thrilled with Harry's intervention; the gratitude certainly not being hurt by the fact that their minister's daughter had been the one that the Arson-Dark-Lord had taken hostage. They had pardoned him immediately for the justified homicide, and had decided to give him what he gathered was their version of the order of Merlin at the earliest opportunity.
That, however, didn't prevent him from getting a bloody lecture from the Headmaster. That would be real annoying. If only the bastard dark wizard hadn't made him change back, he would have been perfectly capable of hiding his involvement in the entire affair.
As they reached the top of the stairs, Harry heard Dumbledore calmly call out from his office, having been alerted by the wards around his door.
"Come in, Severus." The door swung open, and the two stepped through. Harry certainly wasn't prepared for what happened next.
"Urgh!" Was the noise made by Harry Potter as he was pulled into a hug, with his feet dangling almost 6 feet from the ground. The Headmistress of Beauxbatons was very large and, with that, very strong.
Madame Maxine babbled incoherent thanks in her native tongue as she nearly crushed her children's saviour's ribs. The headmistress, like Dumbledore, cared deeply for her charges. She would give her life to protect the children in an instant; of that there could be no doubt. That this student had managed to protect them... she could not repay such a debt. Not that Harry would expect a debt to be repaid.
"Ribs... hurt..." Harry gasped out. The half-giant let out a squeal of surprise that she was hurting him, and dropped the elder Potter to the ground.
"I am zo zorry!" She exclaimed, panicking. Harry rubbed his ribs as he responded.
"It's fine, no damage done." He said with a charming smile, assuring the French woman of his health and well-being. Composing herself, Maxine began again.
"Meester Potter, I cannot exprezz the gratitude that I az well az y staff 'ave for your selflezz actionz lazt night." She said, nobly. "Pleaze know zat we are eternally grateful for zis, and zat I 'ave told my studentz zat zey should give you zeir zanks." To this, Harry let out a groan. "What? What iz eet?" She asked, worriedly.
"It's nothing... just, they seem to talk to me a lot already, for reasons I don't understand, and I'm guessing this will simply increase their interest."
"You do not underztand?" She asked, sceptical. She had seen the way that girls looked at him, not that she could blame them, and was extremely doubtful that he could not realise the motive when they were so... obvious about it. She looked to Dumbledore with a raised eyebrow, and found his eyes twinkling merrily at Harry's annoyed frown. "'Ow can zat be? Are teenage males not normally very familiar wiz zis subject?" They tended to be in France, at least.
"They are in general, yes. Young Harry, here, seems to be quite a unique case in this subject." Dumbledore clearly knew more, but the half-giant got the impression that he would tell her later of Harry's uniqueness.
"Harry, my boy..." Dumbledore began, intending to give the expected lecture to the 16 year old.
"Save it, Headmaster." Harry said bluntly. "I'm not glad that I killed them, but I'd do it again in the circumstances. You will fail if you try to make me feel guilty about putting down rapists and murderers." The Headmaster frowned at the statement, but he had heard this argument many times before. Moody, for example, saw no reason to spare dark wizards. Harry's 'family' was not one of the crop that agreed with his policy regarding taking lives; and based on Harry's childhood, Dumbledore knew this would be a battle he was doomed to lose. Besides, the other 3 in the room would side with Harry in this regard. Though Karkaroff may be uneasy with the prospect, the old man supposed.
"Very well, Harry." He sighed, wearily. "I don't suppose that you will need the counselling we offer for such events?"
"No, sir."
"Well then," The Headmaster began. "I would suggest you head to your next class, Harry. Then you probably aught to get what sleep you can before tonight, it is the day to enter the tournament, after all." The boy nodded, and left the office promptly. "Now, Olympe, I believe that you have some questions?" He smiled at the large woman.
"Oui, Dumbleedoor. Why do you say zat 'Arry is 'unique'" The half-giant queried. Albus sighed once more at the question, debating whether to tell the tale to the woman, and even more so whether he should allow Karkaroff to hear..
"Very well," The powerful wizard waved his wand, and conjured a trio of comfortable seats in front of his desk. "Please sit, this will be a long, and unpleasant, story, so please refrain from too many interruptions." He took a breath as he thought where to start.
"It all begun around 12 and a half years ago. I do not know if you know this, but young Harry's last name is Potter." Maxine and Karkaroff opened their mouths to ask the obvious question. "Yes, as in the brother of the-boy-who-lived, who you know is a student here also."
All three listeners muttered unsavoury comments about the famed 4th year at this point, having had less than pleasant interactions with him over the month and a half they had been at Hogwarts. And, in Snape's case occurrences that inspired outright hatred for the arrogant and ignorant boy.
"On that night, I'm given to believe that Voldemort was targeting Thomas, and had no reason to attack Harry; meaning that the boy was in his own room at the time. Of course, since those that would be able to remember it; Harry's grandparents and Voldemort, are no longer with us, there is no real way to know this for sure. Harry was found unharmed in his bedroom, however, so it can be assumed that this is the case. Up until this point, the elder Potter had had a good childhood with a loving and caring family. It is a shame that the Potters let the fame of their youngest to get to their heads, and that they so wholly embraced the spotlight." He turned his gaze on the large woman in particular, who was listening with rapt attention. "They neglected him. They did not abuse him, I want to make that clear. But they gave his younger brother everything he asked for, while they left Harry to fend for himself. To the mind of a child, I suppose that going from fending for yourself in a home of people that ignored your existence would be more hurtful than living on the streets and doing the same." Maxine had narrowed her eyes at this implication regarding her new favourite Englishman. "Harry did evidently believe this and decided to take action; I believe that it was after a particularly unpleasant Christmas where nobody so much as spoke to him through the day.
"I'm given to understand that his parents and brother did not even notice that he was not present at dinner, and so Harry ran away. He has not told me much of what happened next, but from the few meetings I had with him in first year, I have gathered the impression that he largely lived away from mankind." Now, her eyes widened, while Karkaroff had a similar, though more subdued expression and Snape was growling something under his breath; reminded of his own childhood. "While this would be a horrid fate for any other child; one they likely would not survive, Harry thrived. He arrived in better physical condition than I have ever seen in a wizard, and bear in mind that this was at the age of 11; he has only improved since, and with an abnormally large, albeit wild, core. Since then, Harry has stayed with the Greengrass family; a neutral family in the eyes of England, and has developed a close... friendship with their eldest daughter and the other wards they care for. You see, Lady Greengrass has had a habit of rescuing unfortunate children, and they voluntarily take care of Harry and 3 girls his age. They, I can assure you, have never neglected Harry, and, in fact care greatly for him." The half-giant woman had stopped frowning now, at least, and that relieved Albus.
"I highly doubt that you know this of Harry, but, along with being our top student, he has been more involved than most realise in the events that have taken place since the-boy-who-lived arrived. While it is probably best for me not to go into detail, I can assure you that he is a wonderful boy, and that you have no need to fear for your students' safety concerning the Potter heir."
"I zink you mizunderstand Dumbly-door. I, for one waz not afraid of 'Arry. 'E 'as already rescued ze majority of my studentz, and I am 'appy zat 'e is 'ere in caze of anozzer incident."
"Very well, is there anything else you wished to discuss?" Dumbledore asked with a smile.
"Yes, Albus." Karkaroff responded gruffly. "Are you sure of your defences regarding the cup?" The man was wary of what could happen should somebody tamper with the artefact. Anyone who's name came out was bound to compete, after all.
"I am quite certain, Igor. As you know the students must have gotten permission and had their slip signed by one of the attendees; which are narrowed to myself, you, Olympe, Crouch, your respective deputies, Minerva and Alistor." Dumbledore responded reassuringly. Nothing could possibly go wrong.
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Later that night, after dealing with an uncomfortable feast, in which many people focused on him; he once more cursed the 'Dark Lord' for making him reveal himself, Harry approached the cup later than most stayed awake. They had the next day off from lessons, after all, in order to 'prepare' for the selection. He didn't understand what that meant, exactly, but gathered it had something to do with people being able to act gracious in the event they were not picked. Or to give anyone that got cold feet tonight the chance to regain their nerve.
Quickly writing his name on a scrap of paper, Harry Potter placed the entry into the goblet with confidence. He didn't particularly care one way or the other; but if the girls thought he would be champion, he was very much inclined to trust them. Just as he did on every other matter.
"Hmm..." He spoke aloud, glancing at the odd purple streak surrounding the magical artefact. "Well, I don't suppose it could hurt." The animagus knelt down next to the magical divide, and placed his index finger against the stone floor, a rune glowing on the tip as he did so.
Moving around the cup, Harry drew complex and, seemingly, invisible patterns on the floor with a remarkable speed, before he walked round it once more; checking he had not missed anything, and walked back out of the entrance hall; drawing his map as he went. It wouldn't do to get caught by the blasted caretaker out at this time of night.
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Later that night, Harry was reclined in his bed, with a textbook sized book sitting in his hands. He gazed at the pages with a furrowed brow as he found the answer to one of the problems he had been pondering ever since he arrived at the wizarding institution.
This book was, for some reason, sitting in the restricted section of the library. Harry was unsure of why they would keep it here, and even more why it would be deemed dangerous. Was it simply because Britain was so racist that they assumed whatever another species wrote had to be forbidden?
The title was unreadable to virtually any human. Possibly any none of his species except for Harry himself could read this lettering.
In the Goblin tongue; unaffectionately deemed gobbledegook by wizards, the title read:
The Courting and Mating Rituals of Humans
By SharpTongue: Scholar
As he reached the end of this book, reading it very quickly, as is his way, Harry made a noise of understanding.
"So that's what all the weird glances means." He stood and walked over to the full length mirror he had in his room, looking detachedly at himself for the first time. "So... does that mean I am attractive by the standards of females?" He narrowed his eyes. "Well... I have a symmetry that is rather aesthetically pleasing, I suppose. Low body fat, without being unhealthy looking by being overly skinny; that's just good sense, we have the ability to retain fat for a reason. High muscle density and definition, while not being bulky and reducing speed. Tall, broad. That's... good? My hair... I don't know. What do girls find appealing regarding hair? What would I find appealing regarding hair?" He questioned himself, before closing his eyes and looking for that snippet of information. What would he find attractive.
"Hair... I'm unsure. I've never much paid attention to that. In terms of a female's body, as I only have an interest in the female gender, I would say... what? Healthy? Physically able? Compatible with my own? What is it that males would typically find appealing?" He sat on the edge of a chair, and gripped his skull with an annoyed groan. "I suppose I aught to figure this out in terms of actual girls. Trying to understand it without the potential objects of affection present seems illogical." He muttered to himself, sighing wearily and rose, heading for his bed once more. "I need to return this to Tearjaw tomorrow, too. Along with my thanks that he actually let a human borrow one of his peoples' books. Even if it is not one they particularly value." He pushed the more confusing thoughts from his mind for the moment and was asleep when his head hit the pillow.
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In the meantime; Albus Dumbledore, along with more than a few other teachers, the Aurors assigned, and some curious Hufflepuffs that happened to hear the commotion, was rushing to the Entrance Hall.
An unbelievably loud BANG had rung through the castle, and while the majority of sleeping quarters were warded from noise well enough to shield the startling sound, it had been in close enough proximity to the 'Puffs to break thorough, and the teachers themselves had been alerted by various paintings.
This was not one of the protections that Albus had put onto the Goblet. So what had caused such a racket?
He got his answer soon enough; when he reached the Hall; somehow managing this before any other, the aged Headmaster was greeted by a shocking sight. On the ground, there were a large number of runes glowing a startling blue, and a man lying flat on his back next to them. Next to the knocked out man, a magical eyeball and a fake leg rested, but the profile was not that of Mad-Eye moody.
No, this was someone who, by all rights, should be dead.
"Barty Crouch Junior..." The white haired wizard mumbled, shock obvious, before he realised what he must have been doing down here; the powerful mind quickly reaching the logical conclusion. "The paper! Has he managed to enter the name?!"
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