It was a week after the end of the Yule holiday when Hermione arrived for breakfast on Saturday. Immediately afterwards, she would set off for her private lesson with Professor McGonagall, who smiled at her from the teacher's desk. Once again, the two of them were the first in the Great Hall. She sat down at the Ravenclaws' house table and opened the Daily Prophet in her Blotts Book.
There had been another attempted break-in at Gringotts. Since the break-in in the summer, when nothing was stolen because the vault had been cleared beforehand, burglars had tried to break into the bank several times. Their attempts were more ill-fated, however, and so far all but the first burglar had been caught. The goblins had their own way of punishing intruders, which made Hermione shudder every time.
The burglars the goblins handed over to the officials from the Ministry of Magic showed clear signs of torture. One was missing several fingers on one hand, and the next had his entire set of teeth missing. The Prophet had speculated that each tooth had been torn out individually. The injuries had been healed at St Mungo's Hospital, of course, but Hermione thought of the pain they must have suffered in the meantime.
By now the Great Hall had become more crowded. Hermione was still helping herself to pumpkin juice when a comforting shiver ran down her spine. She had remembered the morning again. This morning, she had let her thoughts drift back to Amelie and Phillipe as she had pleasured herself after getting up. She took a big gulp of pumpkin juice and realised that her thoughts went straight back to the mutilated burglars.
"No! No! Please no!" she screamed in her mind and snapped her eyes open. She let her eyes - praying to the elders - slowly roam over the teacher's desk. But there he sat, Professor Snape. His head flushed, he seemed to be inspecting a piece of bacon at great length. Hermione choked violently on her sip of pumpkin juice, which she still hadn't swallowed. She coughed and spluttered, causing Professor McGonagall to look up and point her wand at Hermione, whose lungs were cleared of pumpkin juice a moment later.
She wanted to curl up and die. Stunned and annoyed with herself, she stared at her Potions and Occlumency teacher. Not only had she forgotten to deposit her memory into her mental Pensieve before leaving the bedroom this morning, but she had also neglected her mental barrier. For a brief moment she hoped that maybe it hadn't been him after all, but the hope was dashed a moment later when for a split second their eyes met.
He had seen it. Again the blood rushed to her head; by now she must have looked like a ripe tomato. Immediately they both turned their eyes back to their breakfast. Hermione had seen Professor Snape's apologetic look, but it was least of all his fault. That was all on her and now she had to live with the fact that her teacher had seen her exploring her lust and her body. She wanted to curl up and die or throw herself off the astronomy tower. What if she just went back to live with her parents and go to Muggle school?
'No,' Hermione thought firmly, waking from her vortex of self-pity. She had a destiny, a mission from the Elder. What would Cathubodua say to her if she let this little tiny thing throw her off track? The one-to-one lessons with Professor McGonagall were going anything but smoothly that day. It was the first time human transfigurations had been the subject.
Hermione had sighed and slumped her shoulders as her eyebrows, which she was supposed to be colouring green, changed between red and black in a matter of seconds. It looked like she was a traffic light at a level crossing.
"Well, we all have bad days. So it's only fair that even you have one now and then, Miss Granger," Professor McGonagall said and Hermione looked at her a little anguished, but a moment later understood the great compliment she had received from her.
"Thank you, Professor," she said.
The next day she felt like she was going to throw up as she made her way to the dungeons after breakfast. To make matters worse, she had just had a private lesson with Professor Snape the day after the embarrassing incident. She had briefly considered coming up with an excuse, but her ambition had conquered her shame. She would not make such a bungling mistake as she had yesterday.
Determined, but also a little shaky, she knocked on Professor Snape's office door. He let her in and asked her how her class with Professor McGonagall had gone the day before. Apparently, he was determined not to jump on the elephant in the room.
"Professor?" she asked meekly, trying with all her power to block her blood from finding its way into her head.
"Yes, Miss Granger?" asked Snape.
"I - I want to apologise for yesterday," Hermione said, gathering all her courage.
"You don't need to apologise for that, Miss Granger. You're becoming a woman, so it's not unusual ..."
"I meant the neglect of my barrier," Hermione said, her voice now a little higher. Professor Snape blushed. She felt how even she could no longer stop it.
"I know that," he said curtly. "I just wanted to let you know that it is natural for teenagers to explore their bodies and that you have nothing to be ashamed of. You must know, it wasn't that long ago that I was growing up either," he said. Hermione looked at him with wide eyes. She had forgotten that he was by far one of the youngest professors in the school, along with Professor Vector. She was so used to seeing him with Professor Dumbledore, Flitwick and McGonagall that she had completely blanked out his age over time.
"I - thank you, Professor," she said with a brief pause. She admired her teacher for his candour. Even at the beginning of the year, he had found the right words to back Hermione up. And even now, looking into his eyes, she noticed that his words made her feelings of shame subside.
They spent the rest of the hour practising Hermione's poker face again, which continued to progress slowly. When she left Professor Snape's office after the lesson, she felt much better than before. She wondered how her teacher managed to make her feel that everything was alright with just a few words. Her parents would have been talking their heads off in such a situation and Hermione was sure that the other professors would not have reacted the way Professor Snape did either.
With a smile, she walked up to the Entrance Hall where she had arranged to meet Susan to practice on her Cleansweep. They both conjured a heat sphere, which Hermione had also taught Susan. Hermione had realised how strong her connection between magic and spirit was, as it had taken Susan a whole afternoon to even get a little heat to flow from her wand. Hermione thought back to the delightedly clapping Professor Flitwick when she had succeeded in that first step at the first attempt.
But Susan had worked hard and now managed a sphere that at least didn't make her feel so cold. They had taken turns practising the swoop, Hermione once straightening her broom so close to the ground that she had felt the snow against her knees. She couldn't help thinking of Harry Potter, who had stood on his broom to reach the Snitch in the Quidditch game against Slytherin. She was still a long way from such acrobatics.
The next week passed very quickly. With exams ever so slowly approaching, they had been assigned more and more homework by their teachers, which Hermione had to work through in addition to her individual lessons. She hadn't even had time to look at her new book 'The Modern Witch - Body Care from Head to Toe'. However, she had found out that the author was actually Penelope's older sister, who had written the book during her training as a healer.
Hermione had been delighted when she had received the parchment scroll with Dumbledore's invitation to her next private lesson. This time it was actually two private lessons spread over the weekend. It was also Quidditch weekend again. Saturday had been Gryffindor's match against Hufflepuff, which went down in history as one of the shortest ever.
Professor Snape had stepped up to referee this time to ensure that Harry would not be hexed again. For the Gryffindors, of course, this was prime material for conspiracy theories. As Hermione learned, they had already suspected the Slytherin head of house of having cursed Harry's broom in the first game. However, she also had to admit that the mutual hatred between Professor Snape and Harry could make this suspicion seem conclusive.
"Good evening, Professor!", Hermione greeted her headmaster, who this time stood in his already tidy office and awaited her with a smile. Apparently, he wanted to get straight to the point this time and that was exactly how it was. The perch was provided and Hermione was told to establish the mental connection with Lancelot, who looked at her eagerly with one eye. Once the connection and Dumbledore's analysis charms were in place, Hermione was to concentrate on the other skills again.
Dumbledore, who wanted to start again with the second connection that came from Lancelot, directed Hermione.
"The other connection, Hermione!" he exclaimed as Hermione grabbed one of the ropes in her mind and made it swing after stopping the rope to read emotions. Lancelot's stream of emotions broke and Hermione opened her eyes.
"Mistress!" it echoed in her head as she looked her raven in the eye that was facing her. Hermione gasped and the connection dropped.
The exhaustion was immense and she staggered briefly. Dumbledore caught her with an armchair he conjured underneath her, causing her to fall softly.
"Did something happen? The connection was very clear to see," Dumbledore asked tensely. Lancelot crowed and fluttered onto Hermione's shoulder. By now he could pick his shoulder, as Hermione wore different braided hairstyles almost every day, which had improved her hair situation considerably.
"Yes, I was able to pick up a word from Lancelot. He said 'Mistress'," Hermione said, looking into Dumbledore's blue eyes.
"Amazing!" exclaimed Dumbledore, clapping his hands once. "I see it was very exhausting for you. I'm not quite sure yet if we can't work this out somehow," he elaborated.
"It's the prolonged maintaining of the connection, not the connection itself," Hermione said and Dumbledore frowned.
"Could you try something after your break? I don't know if it works like this, but if you just connect briefly, change the 'rope' as you describe it, and then briefly try again with a new connection to receive a word from Lancelot again?" he asked her and Hermione took a second to comprehend Dumbledore's thought process. But then she understood his idea and after a minute's pause, during which Dumbledore offered her an acid drop, Hermione stood up. Lancelot fluttered back onto the perch at her request and looked at her again with interest.
Hermione tried to establish the connection as Dumbledore had explained it to her. It took a few tries, as she saw the manifestations of her abilities in her mind too briefly the first few times to catch them. However, after a quarter of an hour and many attempts, she managed to receive another word from Lancelot.
Hermione laughed and took a hazelnut from a pocket of her robe. She held out her hand and the raven came flying onto her forearm, where he picked up the nut. She stroked him and praised him for his well-behaved attitude during the attempts.
"Did it work?" asked Dumbledore, who had been watching everything intently.
"Yes, I received 'hunger' from him," Hermione said, giggling as Lancelot crowed delightedly. Dumbledore laughed and praised Hermione.
"I think as far as the practical part goes, that will do for today. Given that we have another lesson tomorrow, I expect further progress once you have sorted out the new knowledge in your trance tonight," Dumbledore said. Hermione nodded and was about to rise when Dumbledore commanded her with a raised hand to wait.
"This ability you are about to discover is an extremely powerful tool, Hermione. If it develops as I think it will, it will give you distinct advantages for the rest of your life. To be able to receive the thoughts of others so accurately and instantly goes far beyond classical Legilimency. So I must take a promise from you now that you will use this ability carefully and thoughtfully. The moral values I want to instil in you are important, even if it will seem to limit at first," he explained and Hermione could see by his eyes how important it was to him that she did not abuse the ability.
"I will use it wisely, Professor. However, there have always been situations where my abilities go off subconsciously before I can stop it," Hermione explained and Dumbledore nodded.
"I think that's fine for now. We mustn't take away any room for you to develop your abilities. All I ask is that you think about it before any conscious effort," he said. Hermione nodded. "If you wish, we can start another lesson with Sigmund," Dumbledore suggested, pointing with his hand to the Pensieve, which was sitting in one of his cupboards. Hermione nodded and a little later the two of them were immersed in a lecture by Freud, which he was giving to several young wizards and witches.
When Hermione visited her mental library that night, she immediately realised that she had made a breakthrough. Books had finally appeared on one of the two empty shelves that had appeared after her first lesson with Dumbledore. Excitedly, she arranged the ten books. New books had also appeared on the Legilimency and Occlumency shelves due to the new knowledge regarding her mind. Hermione still carefully filed the day's memories in her Pensieve before continuing with the review of the lesson material.
This method was worth its weight in gold in Hermione's eyes. In a trance, her body could find restful sleep and at the same time, her mind could repeat the school material and practise for the theory exams, for which she would otherwise have lost valuable hours every day.
The next day, Slytherin's Quidditch match against Ravenclaw was scheduled, which Ravenclaw unfortunately lost. Hermione had been on the verge of getting Marcus Flint, the Slytherin captain, off his broom with a shock spell for ramming the Ravenclaw seeker hard off his broom when Madam Hooch wasn't looking. She was now refereeing again because apparently, no one expected anyone other than Harry Potter to be cursed.
With the loss of her Seeker, it was almost impossible to win the game anymore. Dejected, she trotted back to the castle. Losing to Slytherin was a very different feeling from losing to Hufflepuff. At least Hermione could look forward to her second lesson with Professor Dumbledore, for which she waited the rest of the day.
When she finished her homework two hours before her appointment with Dumbledore, she went to the common room where she snuggled into a cosy armchair in front of the fireplace with her Blotts Book. She excitedly tapped on Penelope Clearwater's sister's book and skimmed the preface and table of contents. Hermione was amazed at the range of magical disciplines applied in the book.
In addition to brewing tinctures, lotions and potions, it also contained various spells that the young witch had developed herself, according to the preface. Hermione looked at the application of Sleekeazy's Hair Potion and stumbled when she came across the name of the inventor in the description. A certain Fleamont Potter had developed the potion to straighten unruly hair.
Hermione resolved to tell Harry about it when the opportunity arose. From the few conversations she had had with him over the year, she had gathered that he knew very little about his ancestors, having been raised by ignorant Muggles. However, he also seemed to have little interest in furthering his education, preferring to spend his time playing Quidditch and doing stupid things, which Hermione couldn't understand - except for the Quidditch. She herself had used every spare second to learn all she could about the wizarding world when it was revealed to her that she was a witch. Harry already seemed content to go to school as far away from his Muggle relatives as possible and pass his exams by the skin of his teeth.
She turned a few pages to the next chapter, which had caught her eye. Emily Clearwater had developed a spell that could be used to finish braided hairstyles if it was directed at hair that had already been braided once at the beginning of the braid. Next to the description was a small, repeating picture of the author using it to braid her own hair.
She looked very much like Penelope but was brown-haired compared to her sister. In the picture, everything happened wonderfully quickly. She briefly made the beginnings of a plait and waved the wand while holding the base of the plait together with her other hand. The individual strands of hair then swirled around each other and in seconds the hairstyle was finished.
The description also said that the wand could be used to determine the tightness of the braid. The faster one performed the rhythmic movement with the wand, the tighter and smaller the braid became and vice versa. Hermione was thrilled. Since the holidays, braids in various shapes had been her favourite hairstyle. If one could call the bush, which she had barely managed to tame before, a hairstyle.
She resolved to try the spell the very next day. She leafed through the pages a little more and came across a topic that had been on her mind ever since the holidays. The removal of body hair. The author recommended buying a suitable magic razor for trimming body hair but showed how to suppress the growth of hair for a month by means of a charm.
Since Hermione was familiar with cosmetic products from the Muggle world, most of which could only remove hair for a long time at the price of pain, she read on with interest. She also memorised this page. She had once had her legs waxed by her mother in enormous pain because she wanted to try it out. Her mother had thought it was a bit early but had agreed in the end.
Hermione, who was notoriously bad at enduring pain, had not given wax strips a second glance. But the opportunity to have smooth legs again without pain was not one Hermione was going to pass up. She glanced at the clock above the fireplace and when she saw that she had just over an hour left, she went upstairs to her small dormitory.
"Can't be that hard, with a wand," Hermione thought to herself and pointed it at her lower left leg. She spoke the incantation, which was a variation of the vanishing spell, and ran the wand over a section of her calf. Where her wand ran along, the hair around her leg instantly disappeared, so that it now looked as if she had put a ribbon around it. She spoke the formula again and let the wand glide all over her left leg. It tickled slightly as the hair disappeared. Hermione couldn't stop herself and immediately removed the hair on her other leg, her armpits and her pubic area.
She did the latter mainly because it reminded her of Amelie, who had also been completely shaved. Hermione stood up and went to the mirror. She looked a little more girlish again without body hair, but her proportions still made her look older than other girls her age.
She felt great. She kept stroking her legs over each other to feel the smooth skin. Then, she coloured her fingernails dark blue, matching her house crest, with the transformation spell she had learnt last week at Professor McGonagall's one-to-one lesson. Afterwards, she dressed and left for her lesson with Professor Dumbledore.
Hermione told him that last night she had been given new books for the first time in her mind library for the unknown shelf. Dumbledore seemed delighted by this and wanted her to try to read his mind today.
"I will drop all my barriers first. Once it's worked, we'll see if I notice it with my barrier established as with you reading my feelings," he gave her tasks. Hermione nodded and waited for Dumbledore's signal to begin. They had agreed that Dumbledore would focus on something Hermione should name.
As Hermione made the connection, she felt Dumbledore's anticipation and excitement for a moment before switching to the thought strand. She let the connection drop briefly as she had the night before and reestablished it again.
"Licorice wands!" exclaimed Hermione and began to giggle. Dumbledore let out a small whoop of delight.
"Very good, Hermione, and on the first try!" he praised her. Immediately they began the second attempt, in which Dumbledore put up his full mental barrier.
"Knitting patterns?" asked Hermione, and Dumbledore clapped his hands.
"I noticed something, but couldn't stop it. Like with your other ability," Dumbledore said. "What about exhaustion?" he asked, eyeing her. Hermione shook her head with a smile.
"With the method you showed me yesterday, I won't have to hold the connection for long," she explained and Dumbledore nodded.
"Then I'm sure you won't mind if we push this a little further. I'm going to repeat a question in my head. If you can read it completely with your ability, please answer it," he said. After a short while, he nodded and Hermione began reading Dumbledore's mind again.
"Professor Flitwick!" she exclaimed in response to the question of who her head of house was. They had agreed that Dumbledore would focus on something Hermione should name.
As Hermione made the connection, she felt Dumbledore's anticipation and excitement for a moment before switching to the thought strand. She let the connection drop briefly as she had the night before and made it again.
"Licorice wands!" exclaimed Hermione and began to giggle. Dumbledore let out a small whoop of delight.
"Very good, Hermione, and on the first try!" he praised her. Immediately they began the second attempt, in which Dumbledore put up his full mental block.
"Knitting patterns?" asked Hermione, and Dumbledore clapped his hands.
"I noticed something, but couldn't stop it. Like your other ability," Dumbledore said. "What about exhaustion?" he asked, eyeing her. Hermione shook her head with a smile.
"With the method you showed me yesterday, I won't have to hold the connection for long," she explained and Dumbledore nodded.
"Then I'm sure you won't mind if we push this a little further. I'm going to repeat a question in my head. If you can read it completely with your ability, please answer it," he said. After a short while, he nodded and Hermione began reading Dumbledore's mind again.
"Professor Flitwick!" she exclaimed in response to the question of who her tutor was. Dumbledore looked both pleased and thoughtful at the same time. Hermione knew what he was thinking about and assured him again that she would not abuse it.
"I sensed more resistance this time, did you try to close her mind further?" asked Hermione afterwards and Dumbledore looked up at her.
"I did, interesting," he said, scratching his chin.
"We should try and see if you can stop me, Professor," Hermione suggested and Dumbledore agreed. So they stood staring at each other for another half hour. In between, Hermione gave feedback on when she had felt stronger or weaker resistance. However, the two of them then became tired from the mental exertion.
"I will instruct Severus to practise the same with you. You'll learn more about the skill and he can improve his barrier. He might even be able to stop you, he's an excellent occlumencer, as you know," he said as he settled back behind his desk. He hadn't managed to keep Hermione out of his thoughts permanently yet. A few times it had taken her longer, which had automatically drained her because the connection had to last longer.
They spent the rest of the hour talking about the Freud lecture they had attended the day before in Dumbledore's memory. When Hermione returned to her bedroom later, she was so exhausted that she threw herself on her bed, as she was, and immediately put herself into a trance to rest her body and mind.
She arranged the new books on the shelves and extracted her memories of the day into her Pensieve. She decided to look at Dumbledore's and Freud's memories again, one after the other, before repeating the school material, so that she could see any connections by looking at the whole.
The next morning she was woken by the wall clock. She looked at her school robe, which she still wore, and saw that it was very wrinkled from her sleep. When she hung the robe in the wardrobe overnight, it was always freshly washed and ironed the next day. A magical feature of Hogwarts that she loved. But today she would have to go to class in a rumpled robe.
Hermione decided to take a bath before going to breakfast. It had become a bit of a ritual of hers since the winter holidays, partly because she sometimes got a bit more satisfaction from the bath than the hot water alone could manage. She let her hand wander over her now-so-smooth skin in the full and fragrant tub. It excited her to be so free of hair and so she helped herself to a clearer mind. For it was better to learn without sexual desires, Hermione had realised.
As she returned to her bed, wrapped in a towel, she cast a sad glance at her crumpled robe. Then an idea struck her and she summoned the Blotts Book into her hand nonverbally and opened it. The Emily Clearwater book was still the last book to be selected and so she could immediately search for a spell that would solve her robe problem.
Sure enough, she found several spells that could smooth out the wrinkles and give the robe a fresh scent. Hermione thanked Emily in her mind and performed the spells before once again putting herself into a trance to put away the memory of her 'relaxing bath' in the Pensieve. She would not be surprised by Professor Snape's Legilimency again.
"Hey, Harry!" said Hermione as they walked to lunch the next day after their Herbology lesson. Harry turned and smiled shyly and curiously at her. "You flew really well against Hufflepuff!"
"Thanks, Hermione," he replied, blushing. He didn't seem sure what to say because he stood there for a few seconds, glancing around hastily as if looking for a topic of conversation.
"Look what I found, I think you'll be interested," she said, thrusting her Blotts Book into his hand. She had placed one of the bookmark threads worked into the spine of the book into the page that described how to use Sleekeazy's Hair Potion. Harry looked confused at first, but when he came across the name Potter, his eyes began to light up.
"Fleamont Potter?" he asked, looking at Hermione incredulously. Hermione nodded and told him that it was his grandfather. When he looked at her with even bigger eyes, Hermione was on the one hand annoyed that Harry hadn't even tried to find out about his family, but on the other hand, she couldn't blame him for taking a little longer to settle down in the wizarding world.
"It would do you some good to set foot in the library sometime. There's a complete archive of Daily Prophets from the last seventy years there. I'm sure you'll find out a lot about your family there," she said, trying to temper the reproachful tone of her voice as best she could.
Harry scratched the back of his head and grinned sheepishly at her. She could tell by the look on his face that he must have heard of the library so far but probably needed to ask someone what floor it was on. They chatted some more as they walked up the snowy castle grounds to the grand staircase.
Hermione's suspicion that Harry spent most of his time practising Quidditch and hanging out with his friends was confirmed in the brief conversation. She refrained from asking why he didn't do more to improve his magical skills, as she felt it was his business. He had enough burden in magical society with his name anyway.
The following weeks flew by. Almost every day Hermione and Susan trained and made more and more progress. She also made steady progress in her one-on-one lessons with Professors Snape, McGonagall and Flitwick and the regular classes were not really challenging for her. She spent a lot of time with Susan, especially when spring arrived at Hogwarts and the flowers began to bloom all over the castle grounds.
Hermione enjoyed the warm spring sunshine that replaced the harsh winter and attracted more and more students to the shores of the Black Lake every day. She often sat with Lancelot by the great oak tree and watched some intrepid older students jump into the still very cold lake and then very quickly leave it again.
Susan often joined them too and it became one of her favourite pastimes to watch the older students. The spring brought a buzz to the love life at Hogwarts and many new couples were forming among the older grades, which Hermione and Susan watched with interest and also a little envy as the older students got to know each other.
"Do you have a crush on anyone yet?", Susan asked her one day and Hermione couldn't help blushing. She averted her eyes from a pair of Hufflepuffs kissing passionately and finally shook her head as she looked Susan in the eye.
"The boys in our year are all so immature," she said and Susan agreed with her, sighing. "And the older students who are cute are either taken or too old," Hermione said, letting her eyes drift over the shore of the lake where numerous couples were enjoying the sun holding hands and looking at each other in love.
"Then you'll just have to show them that you're better than the witches in their year," Susan said, twitching her eyebrows teasingly. Hermione laughed and shook her head. Susan grinned and dropped backwards into the warm grass. Hermione did the same and folded her arms behind her head.
"Do you have someone you like yet?" she asked, turning her head to the side. Susan's cheeks turned slightly pink, but she just raised her eyebrows self-consciously and nodded with a smile.
"Diggory really is scrumptious. Unfortunately, I'm not the only one who's noticed," she said with a shrug and they both chuckled. Hermione envied Susan's easy-going and fun-loving nature. She herself managed with difficulty to break out of the shell she had built for years.
When it came to magic, she was extremely confident, largely due to the numerous points she had received for her house from her teachers over the year. However, when it came to social interactions, she would sometimes gladly trade places with Susan. She had already noticed that Susan knew every single student in her house and got on well with all of them.
Hermione, with the exception of Penelope Clearwater in Ravenclaw, had almost no one she had spoken to for more than five minutes. Perhaps it was because of the different houses, as the Ravenclaws were very eager and focused on their careers and school grades. There were many moments when Hermione was very glad to have someone from another house to talk to, Susan.
Since they had started flying together, the two had become really good friends. There was hardly a morning when they both sat separately at their own house table. Most mornings Hermione joined Susan at the Hufflepuff table, as she still ate breakfast on her own with only Professor McGonagall at least half an hour before the rest of the school.
She was also able to have longer and longer conversations with Neville, which made his nervousness towards her fade more and more. They often sat together in the grass and talked shop about magical herbs and plants, Neville's absolute favourite subject. Hermione enjoyed the time with her friends and treasured every new day she was allowed to spend at Hogwarts.
Author's notes: Hey there, I hope all of you are well! Again it was great fun to further develop the characters and the little details of the wizarding world. I'm really looking forward to the next chapter, which will conclude the first year.
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See you in the next chapter!
Kasing