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"So…so…reca…recapping…er…what h…have we le…learnt from the…the…basics … the basics of the d…disarmamam..ming spell?"
Harry hadn't even bothered to raise his hand. He had been keeping a keen eye on Quirrell ever since Bolt had told him, weeks ago, that she had felt that there was some unnaturalness in the air about him. However, Hermione nearly shot up with her hand which put a few others out.
Quirrell gave a shaky smile at Hermione's enthusiasm for answering and gave her the chance.
"The main point of the spell is to disarm the opponent –"
"No, really?" Ron muttered. Hermione either didn't hear or pretended not to.
"–with the flick of your wand, while the word 'Expelliarmus' causes a connection between the wand, that is almost physical."
Harry raised his hand. "So, it's just like yanking it away, right Professor?"
Some of the students burst into smothered laughter. Hermione glared at him and Quirrell subtly clenched his fist. Harry felt slight vindictive pleasure at that for some reason.
"Di…distance. If y…you are to…to…too far away fr…from your…opponent, magic would be of s…service here."
'The stuttering was so fake, even a Barbie doll would have figured it out.' Bolt said lazily.
'What is the connection with Barbie dolls and the situation?' Harry thought. Bolt only made a small preening noise.
"Can it be used other than disarming an opponent?" Harry asked suddenly.
"The spell…can be used f…fo…"
'Is he going to cuss?' Bolt asked frowning. Harry tried not to roll his eyes.
"…for…"
'Oh'
"…taking away any o…object…from the … opponent."
Harry nodded seriously. He rubbed his temple when Quirrell stared at him a second longer than necessary before explaining the amount of power used for the spell.
Harry stared at his text book. It was written that the spell was for second years practical, but it wouldn't hurt to try, right?
'It might.' Bolt put in. Harry didn't respond.
…
Ron stretched his arms as they left DADA.
"You know what I like about Fridays?" he asked Harry.
"Yes."
Ron blinked, "Uh, yeah so, there's no Potions today. I was thinking that after MAGiC, we could go by the lake again…"
"We go to the lake nearly every alternate day, Ron. Why were you asking so specifically?" Harry questioned and frowned as the boy tried not to act nonplussed.
"It's just that, it's been bothering me…"
"What?"
"What's wrong, Harry? You don't really enjoy anything we do. You don't feel happy about anything. You sometimes don't join in on our conversations. You try to talk Malfoy out of being a Malfoy. It's like there's something else going on here."
Harry stared at him. He hadn't realized that Ron was a bit more perceptive than he had originally thought.
"It's nothing like that, Ron. I was usually a loner in Surrey. The change in environment is abrupt and I don't just go and throw myself in gatherings or things like that. I like to be alone, I like to be in complete silence sometimes."
"Wouldn't that be boring?" Ron asked. He hoisted his bag higher up his shoulder waiting for the shorter boy to respond.
"It helps me think."
"You think too much." Ron said shortly. Harry sighed.
"What?"
"No, it's just that…you remind me a bit about my neighbor." Harry said reluctantly.
"That lady?"
"No, her son. He's our age. He was my best friend." Harry said knowing that if Percy had heard him say that, he'd tease Harry mercilessly.
" 'Was'?" Ron asked.
"They moved away three years ago." Harry replied shortly. They went into the Gryffindor Common Room after giving Debby ("Potter!") the password. Ron hadn't commented on that .
"To where?"
"Out the country." Harry wanted the conversation to steer another direction when he saw one of the Weasely twins holding a bright red Frisbee with what Harry supposed was fangs.
"Whoa! Where did you get that from?" Ron asked in awe. Harry frowned. The Frisbee kept snapping at people who passed by it, but the red-headed boy had a firm grip on it.
"Ahhh, a true trickster never reveals his secrets, Ronnie." Fred tutted. Ron glared at him.
"Is that a fanged Frisbee?" Harry asked slowly noticing the logo of the Zonko company.
"Yup. This is the new version. Lasts up to two hours without rest. Perfect for a certain someone…"
The brothers winked at Harry and Ron and left the Common Room after effectively concealing the Frisbee in cloth in their bag.
"I don't even want to know." Ron muttered and they went up the stairs to get their next lessons books.
It wasn't until after MAGiC, when they had gone to visit Hagrid by the forest that something struck Harry.
"Hagrid?" He asked as the large man had been showing them the pumpkins he had been growing in the backyard for the Halloween feast.
"Yeah?"
"What do you know about Quirrell?"
Hagrid looked mildly surprised. Ron looked up at them. He had been kneeling next to one of the large pumpkins and looking at its seeds.
"Professor Quirrell? Well, 'e's strange, that man. But really nice. Well, the way 'e talks a bit annoying, but 'e can't elp it, can 'e?"
Harry shrugged, "Hmm. How long have you known him?"
"Jus' this year. Dumbledore asked 'im the teach DADA fer this year. Last year wes kinda disaster. What with the flyin' stones and wands…"
"Wait? He came just this year?" Harry asked surprised. Hagrid nodded and poured some water over the first row of pumpkin roots.
Harry looked at the ground. Quirrell had something else in mind. This just wasn't going into the Forbidden Forest. There was something much bigger going on here.
"Whatcha thinking, now?" Ron asked as they walked around the lake. It was getting dark and Harry hadn't exactly spoken since they left Hagrid's.
"Something's going on."
"What?"
"I don't know what. But there's something about Quirrell that just doesn't seem right." Harry said slowly. He rubbed his forehead. Ron frowned, "I dunno about Quirrell, but I think Snape's the bad guy."
"Why?"
Ron just shrugged and took a flat stone from the edge of the water. He flipped it on to the surface of the lake where it skipped over the water a few times before sinking.
"Snape just hates Gryffindors. Quirrell is something else." Harry said as he too took a flat stone.
"I have no clue what you're talking about. I think you're bored." Ron justified. Harry looked up in interest and said, "Want to go into the forest?"
Ron hesitated and said, "Not all the way inside, just near the side. I mean, there are all sorts of stuff in there, right?"
"There aren't any human made food or clothes or buildings, though." Harry said and turned around to walk into the forest. Ron didn't move for a quarter of a second before following him.
"Let's just stick to the edge, Harry. Has anyone ever told you that you're a little weird?"
"A few. Do you want to climb?" Harry indicated to the first tree they came to. It was rather tall and the branches started only after seven feet of the main trunk.
"Can you even climb it?"
Harry didn't answer. He took a few steps back and ran towards the thick trunk. He placed his foot on a rough portion near the bottom and put enough force for him to propel towards one of the branches. Gripping it with both hands, he swung himself onto the next where he placed his feet comfortably on it.
"Whoa, that was bloody brilliant! How did you do that?" Ron asked half laughing.
"I've been climbing trees since I was small. And if you count my Core…"
Ron's eyes widened, "Wait a sec! You got Nature, haven't you? Hey, I didn't realize before. I thought you had your Dad's. But then I remembered that you're an Elemental."
"Well, yeah." Harry amended and reached his hand downwards. "Come on."
Ron looked doubtful before taking it. He yelped when Harry gave a terrific pull and Ron found himself sitting on the same branch where Harry was perched.
"Uh…"
"You're welcome." Harry said and leaned against the main trunk.
"All set for the Quidditch match?" Ron asked. Harry looked at him, "Yes, but it isn't until November."
"Oh, yeah."
Ron gave a sigh. Harry wasn't the most interactive. The former didn't mind when he did some things out of the norm at times, but it did seem strange for a first year to be so…mature.
"How's Daniel?" Ron asked suddenly. Harry blinked, "Well, he seemed excited that I'm visiting him for Christmas. He didn't exactly write that down. But it was rather obvious. He doesn't like it there much."
"Well, orphanages are sometimes like that. Did you know that You-Know-Who was from one?"
Harry turned his head so fast, that he thought it had snapped. "Really?"
"Yeah. Charlie told me. I think it was when Dumbledore had gone to talk to Dad about where they were going to put Daniel."
Harry leaned back. "That actually makes sense."
"What makes sense?"
"Most people turn bad because of past childhood issues to cloud their judgments."
"Um…"
"He obviously didn't like it there. He probably hated muggles because they might not have treated him well in there." Harry explained.
"Okay? Well, it's kinda getting dark, maybe–"
"Shh." Harry clapped his hand over Ron's mouth. The two boys froze for a second. Then they heard voices.
" – 7 barriers. Have you figured out how to get past that beast of Hagrid's yet?" A very familiar voice was saying.
"Hag…Hagrid? I don't kn…know what–" Quirrell stammered. Snape glared at him. Harry and Ron stared at the scene. What were the two professors doing out of the castle when it was close to seven in the late evening?
"Don't even try that, you stuttering creature! I know what you're doing. It's only a matter of time until someone else finds out." Snape snarled and Quirrell looked on the verge of fainting.
Ron shared a look of alarm with Harry.
"If I find you anywhere near that place again…" Snape gave him a cold look before turning on his heel and walking out of the woods, with his black cloak billowing around himself ridiculously. Quirrell stood there for something trying to catch his breathe. Then, he too went towards the castle. As soon as he was out of sight, Ron turned to Harry, "What the bloody hell was all that about?"
"Shall we find out?" Harry said lightly leaping from the branch. Ron paused before doing the same.
"You mean, we have to follow one of them?" Ron asked.
"I want to know what Quirrell's hiding."
"What? But I thought we're going after Snape?"
"No, it's Quirrell." Harry said as he shook his head. They walked along the bridge, their footsteps echoing eerily.
"Didn't you hear them? Snape was the one threatening Quirrell!"
"He warned Quirrell to not do what he did once." Harry pointed out.
"What did Quirrell do once?"
"No idea."
They reached the end of the bridge and saw Quirrell go through the double doors. There was no one else in sight.
"Come on!" Harry started jogging but Ron caught up with him and said, "I still don't understand!"
Harry came to a stop and took out his knut.
"Fine. We'll decide on it. Heads – we follow Quirrell. Tails – we follow Snape. Fair enough?"
Ron stared at the boy and shrugged, "Okay."
Harry flipped the coin. It went quite high up and fell on the grass. They squinted in the fading light.
"Heads." Ron mumbled. Harry pocketed the coin and they took off, again.
Seeing Quirrell go up the stairs, they tagged along quietly, hoping he wouldn't turn back. They were only one floor below him.
Quirrell went on one of the midway levels and stopped. Harry and Ron crouched, behind one of the moving staircases. They saw Quirrell lean on the large door right behind him. He seemed to be thinking heavily. Then he went up two more levels where they saw him go into his office.
"Okay, he's a bit stranger than I thought previously." Ron whispered. They made to his door when Harry suddenly pulled Ron back.
"Do you think he would have put a barrier of sorts?"
Ron looked puzzled and said, "Slowly, may be. I didn't think of it. But if he did, then I'm not fool enough to try and get past those."
Harry contemplated the situation and said, "You're right. Let's go back to the Common room."
"Ganymede." Ron told to Deborah and she swung open her portrait to reveal the entrance. There were a lot of people in the large room. The two boys pushed their way through towards the stairs. But someone stood right in front of them, with a frown on her face.
"Where have you been?" Hermione hissed.
"What's it to you?" Ron asked and glared at her. She huffed, "I saw you go into the forest. Do you know how dangerous that is?"
"We were on the outskirts, technically." Harry said but Hermione wasn't pleased.
"What if some teacher had caught you? You would have lost points and gotten detention!"
"Is that where your mind jumped to? So if we got dragged away by some or the other animal, it would have been okay because that way, we wouldn't lose any points?" Ron said fiercely. Harry heard the noise in the Common Room lower slightly.
"Uh… guys?"
"Don't you try to pin this on me! You just don't care for Gryffindor!"
"You don't care for any Gryffindor! It's just marks and points, right!"
"Don't you dare talk to me like that!"
"Then do us all a favour and don't talk at all!"
"Guys?" Harry tried a bit louder but it didn't seem to work.
"I don't even know why I bother!" Hermione shrieked.
"It's an unsolved mystery of the world!" Ron yelled. Harry rubbed his temple feeling a migraine coming on.
"Oh, you think you're so funny, don't you!"
"You wouldn't know what funny is if it bit you on the nose, smart aleck!"
"Excuse me for trying to bring in some semblance of order in this place, you lazy…lazy thing!"
Hermione turned around so fast her bushy hair struck Ron in the face. She didn't look back as she stomped up to the girls' dorms.
Harry looked around the room and saw every one looking their way. "Come on, Ron." He muttered and pulled him up the boys' stairs.
"There's something wrong with her. She really needs to get a reality check." Ron said as he gingerly rubbed his face. "She could've at least combed her hair! It was like a barb of wires!"
Harry didn't respond as he stared at a small box, which was hidden beneath his load of winter wear. That box held the tiny key to his and Daniel's trust fund. Gornuk had charmed it to be open-able only by him.
"Where were you?" Ron asked enjoying the Tuesday evening in the Common Room. Harry gave a 'no comment' gesture with a shrug of his shoulders. Dropping his bag by the sofa, Harry leaned in to see the chess game between Ron and Dean. He had played chess just a few times, but he could see Ron was winning by a mile.
"Knight to E5." Dean said. Ron gave a victorious smirk and said, "Queen to D6. Check."
Dean groaned. Harry could see that if Dean needed his king alive, he'd have to sacrifice his queen.
"You're good." Harry commented and Ron gave a dramatic bow.
"Fine, you win. Again!" Dean said and leaned back in his couch.
Ron gave an innocent smile as his knight went forward and beheaded the king.
"That's barbaric." Hermione said suddenly. She had been sitting on the ground helping Neville through his Potions essay.
"That's Wizard Chess."
"Did you know that the Wizarding World is progressively twenty years behind the Muggle World?" Hermione said.
"Did you know that between a war of the Wizards and Muggles, Wizards would win with both hands tied behind their backs?" Ron countered. Some of the people around them gave a snort and Hermione glared at him before turning back to Neville.
"Did you know that it is possible to get a first level headache when you sit next to two people who fight all the time?" Harry asked, rubbing his forehead unwittingly making the whole room burst out laughing. Ron and Hermione didn't dignify his question.
"Don't worry, Harry. That was discovered during the start of this year." George called from the other side of the room.
The moment the large bell from above the roof of the Hospital Wing struck thrice indicating that it was midnight, Harry shot up faster than Percy with extra sugar.
His breathes started coming in short gasps as he pulled his sweaters over himself. He just was able to cover every inch of his body with at least four layers of thermal wear, when his breathe came out in a white mist.
He shivered for a few seconds before reaching for the Pepper-Up Potion, Madam Pomfrey had given him the day before, and swallowed three mouthfuls of it.
Steam gushed out his ears and he felt his face turn hot. Harry blinked and felt the warmth sweeping through his body. He sighed. Making sure that no one had woken up, he tried to go back to sleep.
After tossing and turning for about five hours, Harry threw the sheets off and rubbed his cheeks with his palms to get some heat into it.
'Stay in bed.' Bolt pleaded. Harry shook his head and trudged down to the Common Room. He felt better when he saw a small fire in the fire place. Sitting in front of it, he took some logs from the side and pushed them in. The fire grew bigger and Harry sighed. Bolt jumped out and shook her fur.
'At least you don't have to freeze.' Harry muttered. Bolt gave an apologetic look. She climbed on his lap and grew a bit size. Her fur felt better than a blanket and Harry said, 'Thanks.'
He had worn his robes over his mountain of sweaters and felt like a camping tent.
Staring at the embers, he said to himself, Happy Halloween, Harry.
"Are you sure, you're okay?" Neville asked carefully as Harry took another sip from his flask.
"Yeah. Don't worry, it isn't as bad is it looks." Harry tried to comfort him but Seamus said, "Mate, yeh have to go the Hospital Wing. Yeh look like a dead ghost!"
Harry stared at him. Seamus probably meant that he looked worse than a ghost. He stared at his reflection in the mirror and tried not to wince at his dark circles and wax coloured skin.
You look like death. His reflection said.
"Shut up." Harry muttered and turned away.
"Seamus is right, you've gotta go to Madam Pomfrey." Ron said.
"I went yesterday. Don't worry about me." Harry answered and went out of the dorm. Madam Pomfrey had given him a mild dosage of a warming spell usually given for people with lasting cold shivers. But even then, she couldn't actually do anything about his condition. She had never heard about it. If you thought about it, what kind of condition was it if for twenty four hours you were on the brink of turning into a human popsicle?
At least he wasn't bundled up in his jumpers. The Pepper-Up Potion worked fine and Harry only needing his jacket underneath his school sweater to keep himself functioning through the day.
Ignoring the looks that were sent his way, Harry sat at the table and took a bowl of steaming porridge.
Nobody commented on his looks. At least, no one did until Hermione sat from across him.
"We must have done something in our previous lives…" Ron muttered. Hermione pretended to ignore him. "What's wrong with you, Harry?"
"Oh, that isn't rude at all." Ron said sarcastically.
"Not today, please." Ron and Hermione surprisingly listened to him. Harry must have looked worse than he had thought.
"Don't worry, I'm fine. I don't entirely know why this happens, but it does and trust me; it's better than before."
"Before?"
Harry should have kept his mouth shut.
He looked at his half empty bowl and sighed, "You know what? I'm not hungry. See you both in DADA." He left the table and Ron gave a half-hearted, "Bye." Hermione watched him go and frowned, "There was something up with Harry Potter.
"Nice job scaring him away." Ron said suddenly, turning to Hermione who looked taken aback.
"Excuse me. I thought he looked sick and wanted him to go to the Matron!"
"He did go, yesterday."
"Well, I didn't know that, did I?"
"Wow! You actually didn't know something?"
"You're worse than Malfoy!" Hermione said harshly and got up to sit at the edge of the table, far from Ron.
Harry'd like to say that the day went a bit better. But it didn't. Well…not entirely.
All the classes till lunch time was spent in trying to restrain Ron and Hermione from jumping at each others' throats. It didn't help that his head was starting to ache seriously and that it was Halloween. Harry had to take his mild Pepper-Up Potion at the end of each hour. Also, the weather in Scotland was much cooler than Surrey's.
History of Magic wasn't boring this time. Harry could hardly concentrate on the Goblin revolutions. He had no idea what had possessed him to sit in between the Terrible Twoes, as they had been dubbed.
Why couldn't they get along? Did they need some outlet for their frustrations or something?
Their third class was Potions with the Slytherins. The day just couldn't have gone worse after that.
Malfoy smirked at Harry halfway during the class and Harry groaned internally.
"Potter!"
"Yes, sir?"
"What is this?"
"My essay. You can see here the title, 'Twelve uses of Dragon's blood - by Harry Potter'. I thought that what have been enough indication as to what it is." Harry said innocently and watched Snape's face go red.
"It's absolute rubbish!" He slammed the essay down onto the table. Harry blinked. Okay, he might have gone a bit off the books to elaborate on it's uses on counter-active poison. He wondered why Snape was in such a bad mood today.
"Detention!"
"What!" Harry snatched the essay and read it. One and a half foot on 'How to use a shampoo'. Harry stared at the parchment.
"It isn't even my handwriting."
"Did you think that this a joke? Your celebrity status may bring you favours from other teachers but not from me!"
"It's much neater. I most certainly do not use cursive writing."
"This weekend. Saturday and Sunday at six in the evening till dinner time!"
"I'm just getting a hang on writing with a quill. This is much too perfect."
"And no excuses!"
"... Could you repeat that? Sir?"
"Wouldn't have thought you would mock a teacher like that, Potter!" Malfoy laughed as he pushed past Harry. Ron gritted his teeth.
"I can't believe that Snape didn't even give you a chance. That greasy git!"
"You can't talk about a teacher like that! He might have just been in a bad mood. " Hermione suddenly said lugging her heavy bag along with her.
"He took it out on Harry!" Ron snapped.
"Harry isn't thinking too much about it. Why are you so upset?"
"Do you leave just to torment us?" Ron asked throwing his hands into the air. Harry rubbed his forehead again.
Hermione glared at him.
Harry walked a little faster and outraced the both of them. He caught up with Neville, "Hey, Neville? Would you mind if I sit next to you for lunch?"
Neville smiled and shook his head.
Unfortunately, Ron spotted them and he in turn brought an irate Hermione.
Harry tried to take deep breathes. The stress of the coldness of his body, his sleepless nights, Quidditch training, detentions and the shouting happening next to his poor right ear was taking a toll on Harry. He hadn't been doing his own weekly screaming episodes. Now that he didn't do them, he realized how much he needed a vent.
"Harry I really think that you need to go to the Hospital Wing." Neville said worriedly. Harry shook his head and concentrated on slowly chewing his food.
"It happens every year. I don't really need any outside influence except for the Pepper-Up Potion which " Harry looked at his watch, "should be now."
He reached into his bag for his flask as Hermione gave a small sniff. Harry looked up startled to see Hermione looking close to tears.
"No…don't go and start crying, please. Just forget what I said…" Ron's voice faltered when Hermione dumped her pumpkin juice over his head and ran from the Hall. Half the student body stared at Ron.
"What did you say, Ron?" Harry asked quietly.
"I think I went over a line. I kinda insulted her about her being a know-it-all and…I don't know why I got so angry!"
Neville sighed, "What are you still doing here?"
"Huh?"
"Why don't you go and at least try to apologize to her?" Harry suggested.
"But…but…" Ron stammered and looked at Harry who didn't look away. Harry folded his arms and raised an eyebrow.
"Fine." Ron got up sulkily and left the Hall.
Harry simply sat there for a few seconds and turned towards Neville, "Why do I get the feeling that their conversation would not go well?"
" 'Cause it wouldn't?" Neville asked. Harry sighed. "I think we should follow them."
The two boys left the Hall and looked around.
"May be Hermione went to the Tower?" Neville suggested. They went in the direction of the stairs and saw Ron on the first floor while Hermione was on her way to the third.
"Come on."
They hurried up the steps and Harry felt a shiver pass through his spine as if something bad was just around the corner.
"Hermione? Hermione! Look, I'm really sorry–"
"Don't talk to me!"
"I'm trying to apologize to you!"
"I don't want to hear it."
"Well then, weeks later, you'll blame me for not apologizing!"
"I wouldn't do that!"
"Why not? My sister does it to me all the time. It's bloody annoying!"
"You're annoying!"
"I knew it." Harry muttered as he caught up to them.
"If I may?" Harry said interrupting the both of them. All four kids were on one of the moving staircases now.
"I think the both of you were just taking out your angers on each other. So, it really isn't his fault, unless he said something offensive to you directly."
"Oh, he did." Hermione muttered and climbed on to the next level. The three boys followed her and Hermione gave a noise of frustration when her next staircase moved away.
"Whoopsie daisy! What do we have here?" A glee voice was heard. Peeves floated through the wall towards them and gave them an evil grin.
"Take a hike." Ron said.
"No can do. Peevesie thinks that you lot are rather dry. Are you thirsty? Don't worry!"
Peeves, who had been holding a bucket of water behind him, threw it at them. Harry was about to duck when Ron glared at the poltergeist and the water stopped midway. It shot back towards Peeves who let out a string of swear words.
He took out a bunch of brown spherical balls. Ron and Neville shouted, "DUCK!"
Harry narrowly avoided when one of the balls hit the wall next to his shoulder. The smell that emanated was incredible. Hermione nearly gagged at it and Neville pushed open the nearest door.
"Come on!" Ron pulled Hermione in and Harry shut the door just as another one just missed him again.
"Yuck!" Hermione said.
"Dungbombs. He must have flicked it from Fred and George. They were complaining about misplacing the stuff." Ron said and pressed his ear to the door.
Harry did the same and could hear Snape's voice loud and clear. He was shouting at Peeves who was trying to chuck his new toys at the already irritated Professor.
"At least, we don't smell that bad." Neville said weakly as he listened to the argument that now included Filch, the caretaker. Harry could hear Mrs. Norris mewing angrily.
Neville sighed and blinked as he stared at the large wooden door that he had been listening to. Did a shadow just move? He turned around on a whim and froze. His hand moved on its own accord and pulled on Hermione's hand. She shushed him to hear the outside conversation but when his grip tightened uncomfortably, she turned to look what had caught his eye. For a second, she thought her heart had stopped beating. Then she pressed herself to the door and pulled on Ron's robes.
"What?" He hissed and turned to see what had scared Hermione out of her wits. His jaw dropped and eyes bulged when he saw exactly what.
He pulled on Harry's shoulder. Harry held up an arm. Snape was threatening to get Dumbledore to expel Peeves. Filch was all for it but it just sounded as if the two men were attacked by dungbombs.
"I think Filch is going to be expelled." Harry whispered. Ron pulled on his hand frantically.
"One second, Ron. I think they're going away." Harry said slowly. But when Ron let out a squeal worthy of Aunt Petunia, Harry turned and saw something that just made his day go down the drain.
15 pages! This is the longest chapter ever, guys! I hope you like it, because, everything's about to change…again.
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