Leaky Cauldron.
The name of the place itself didn't sound promising so it was quite understandable why the Potter twins wasn't too enthusiastic to go shopping for their school supplies.
After many arguments and battling of reasonings and opinions, Harry managed to convince Lily to let him – them to study to Hogwarts.
And that bring to where they are now. Harry and Ivan was clutching of either side of their Uncle Sirius' cloak, eyeing wearily the broken-down old shop infront of Charing Cross Road.
Isn't it a little bit too early to go to a pub? Are we even allowed to go inside?, Questions were swirling around poor Harry's mind. He don't want to upset his mother for entering a pub in the morning with their young age.
"Go on kids, don't be afraid." James coaxed them gently as he urged them to take a step forward.
"Are you sure we're in the right place?." Ivan asked incredulously as he still refused to move from his place. The place looked too old and gloomy for his liking.
"Yes. Come along now, we're wasting time." Lily ordered and guided the gentlemen infront of the pub, before either of the twins could put one step inside, they stopped when they felt their mother's hand on their collars. "Wear a mask first." She didn't offer any explanation as to why they're obligated to wear the masks but Ivan and Harry was more than willing to put them on as smell of cigarettes and beers already violated their nostrils.
The smell reminded Harry of Hagrid.
Speaking of their giant friend, he was in the middle of emptying a bottle of – something unlabeled, but Harry didn't doubt it was something that could make someone drunk and tipsy.
"Ivan! 'arry!." Hagrid exclaimed with too much enthusiasm, his cheeks were brightly pink. He waved hid huge hands, almost hitting the bartender – Ivan snorted at how offended the bartender looked when Hagrid continue to be oblivious with his actions.
"Hagrid." Lily gently greeted back as she leaned for a hug, the others' mimicking her actions, expect for Ivan who settled to just wave at him.
"How did you know we'll be here today?." Ivan curiously asked as he took his twin's hands and grasped it tenderly.
"Dumbledore." Hagrid breathed out and drank the bottle in one go. He stood up and dropped coins on the counter before he announced that they shouldn't be wasting time.
"Bubble door? – what?." Ivan frowned as he looked at Harry expectedly, asking for answers he usually have. But, Harry simply shrugged and tugged him to walk and follow the giant.
As they trailing Hagrid, Harry used that as a chance to observe the other guests. Funny little witches from the country, up for day's shopping; venerable-looking wizards arguing over something sounded like an article about Transfigurations. Wild-looking warlocks and raucous dwarfs reading their morning newspapers. And one that suspiciously look like a hag ordered a plate of – what it seems like a raw meat from behind a thick woollen balaclava.
"Just a little trivia, kids –" Lily started and Harry could practically hear his brother groaning in his mind, Ivan absolutely hated it when their mother trying to explain everything around them, "The Leaky Cauldron, this pub, is the oldest pub in London."
"Here comes the History Lessons." Sirius whispered as he was rewarded by a jab on his ribs from Remus who hissed at him to be quiet.
Ivan and Harry nodded politely, internally snickering at their uncles as they acted like they were interested in their mother's words. "Leaky Cauldron was built in the 1500s by Daisy Dodderidge. This pub already existed long before the Charing Cross Road bridge was even planned."
"There's a high possiblity that it have been built along with the rest of the wizarding street. It's that old, it's basically an artifact." Lily whispered in amazement even if she had been here many times before, it still didn't fail to make her amaze at how important the place is.
Ivan frown and bit his tongue from disagreeing, with how dusty and weak this place looked, he thinks that it really deserves to retire or to be renovated.
"However in 1887, the pub was faced with the possibility of being demolished when the Muggles – do you two remember what muggles means?." She asked first wearily and narrowed her eyes at them. One thing she hates the most is when they forgot something she teach or told them.
"Yes, Mom." The twin chorused.
Lily nodded, satisfied with their answer. "Good. As I was saying, it was almost ordered to be demolished back in late 1880's as the Muggles set the motion of constructing the Charing Cross Road. The head of the Minister at that time, become certain that it was the end of the pub and gave a melancholy seven-hour speech of why the pub couldn't be saved."
"He talked for seven hours about a pub?!." Ivan asked in bafflement.
"Yes. Now don't interrupt me," Lily scolded. "After his speech he received a note from his secretary, informing him that the magical community had rallied and through the mass used of Memory Charms, they altered the entire route of the new road to accommodate the Leaky Cauldron. Making the architects confused why there was a blank space on the design, and why the said space didn't appear to the naked eye."
Ivan cheered for the pub unconsciously before shrinking back down when he noticed that he had accidentally took the attention of the guests.
"Mr Potter?!." One of the guests exclaimed as people started to swarmed their way towards them.
The adults immediately came to the rescue as they shield the kids away from the incoming crowd. Hagrid got the signal from Remus to take the twins out of there.
"This way, this way!." Hagrid whispered-yelled and gently urged Harry and Ivan forward, as they arrived at the backdoor. Revealing a small terrace with red bricks surrounding the area, Harry distracted himself with the leaves hanging on the sides of the wall – his attention was snatched by a pink umbrella. He adjusted his glasses by pushing his glasses from falling from his nose, "What are you . . . ?" Ivan paused as he settled with waiting for why Hagrid was poking the bricks with the umbrella.
Soon after, his question was answered as a small passage slowly formed on the center of the wall. "Welcome to Diagon Alley!." Hagrid proudly exclaimed as he gently pushed the twins forward as they seem to be frozen in shock.
"A secret passage?!." Ivan exclaimed in complete amazement as he practically threw himself into the alley. "Wait for me!." Harry called out for his twin as he impatiently wait for Hagrid to start walking. The giant didn't make him wait any longer as Hagrid was immediately on lead with his long legs, guiding the twins in the alley as he tried to explain every store they passed.
"What's that?." Harry followed Ivan's finger as his eyes focused on a particular store being swarmed by adults and children alike. "That's a Quidditch Shop." Hagrid simply explained as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, Harry rolled his eyes as he realized that Hagrid forgotten that they have no absolute idea on what 'Quidditch' is.
"Boys." Lily breathed out as she appears to be out of breath. Sirius and James was practically gasping behind her as Remus looking equally tired, it was safe to assume they ran their way here.
"Let us not waste time any longer." She sternly advised as she strolled forward, "I'll take care of the books – wait, what does first years need again?." She whispered to herself as her green eyes widen in horror.
"'ere." Hagrid fished out a letter from the pocket inside his robe, as his huge hands gingerly handed it to Lily's smaller ones. "They only need eight books?! Eight books? Back in my day we need eight books for each subject, what happened to the importance of learning knowledge?!." She hissed as she shoved the offending paper away from her. As if the words stung her, which in some sense it did.
Sirius caught the paper mid-air as he exclaimed, "Let's get you kids some brooms!." Of course, that would be the first thing Sirius would try getting the kids. "Parents are reminded that first years are not allowed their own broomsticks." Lily recited emphasizing each letter through gritted teeth.
"I'll go and buy the books. Sirius, Remus, and especially you, James, behave." With that Lily left with a slight flip of her hair.
Whilst the adults was busy talking to themselves, the twins was busy gaping at the scene before them. Ivan was gaping like a fish as he stare at the unnatural things happening. Harry felt his eyes trail a particular man. The man's looked nothing out of ordinary, however, the man have some things flying around him. Things like ink, papers and bags. He watched as the man light his cigarettes with a flame from a stick.
One particular lady have an odd pair of long ears, with her color-changing dress. He vaguely noticed a kid with black wings on that clothe shop. "This is amazing." He whispered as Ivan nodded frequently in agreement.
"Look, even the chocolate is alive." Ivan whispered hurriedly to his twin. Their faces marred by curious and disturb expression, there's just something disturbing as they saw how the frog was still alive inside the child's mouth, its skinny legs squirming as the rest of its body was being eaten alive, they grimace as the child sucked the rest of the chocolate inside his mouth and licked his lips merrily.
"That is," Harry started as Ivan finished for him, " . . . disgusting."
"Harry, Ivan, where do you guys wanna go first?." Remus asked gently as James and Sirius already looked like they want to start walking instead of staying in a single place, chitchatting.
"I think buying uniform would take a long time. We should go there first." Harry said as a matter-of-fact.
"Harry's right –"
"Chocolate Frogs ain't disgusting Ivan! You should try 'em!." Hagrid exclaimed as if the Twins' words earlier just sink into his comprehension. He dragged Ivan towards the most nearby Chocolate Store.
James and Sirius immediately followed after them, delighted to try the sweets they had missed over the decade. Remus also looked conflicted but he settled with taking Harry to the robe shops first. "Let's get you measured for your robes." He whispered.
"Robes?." Remus laughed at a small version of Prongs, Harry looked adorable with his brows furrowed and doe eyes looking up at him. "Yes, the uniforms for Hogwarts requires robes."
"That'll be heavy and uncomfortable." Harry tried to reason, obviously opposed with the idea of wearing cape-like clothes for ten months every year.
Remus cannot think of anything to retort to that as he remembers how robes always managed to get stuck to chairs and doors or on practically everything back in his day. "Harry, do you remember when you said how cool Snivellus looked when he leaves or take a turn?."
Remus paused before adding, "I'm sure that'll take you a lot of practice." he chuckled at the thought amusing of Snape practicing how to swift his robes perfectly to make a dramatic exit.
The green-eyed tyke still looked unconvinced, but he eventually shrugged and let his uncle drag him to the robe shop.
As they arrived infront of the shop, Remus paused as he focused down his attention to his pup, "Harry, Go inside and get yourself measured, alright? Make sure it'll not be too tight or too loosen, it'll be a drag to get a new robe when you're already at Hogwarts. I'll go check and stop your Uncle Sirius from buying a whole Chocolate Store, okay?."
Harry obediently obeyed as he stepped inside the shop, he heard the bell ring as he gently pushed the glass door open, green orbs greedily admired the most oddest clothes shop he'd ever been to, he'd never seen a scissors moving on its own, much less a flying one – he watched in amazement as the scissors perfectly cut a cloth into half, a measuring tape came into view and checked the clothes length and width of the clothing. The tape must've been satisfied with the outcome as the cloth folded neatly in the corner as another piece of clothing was being cut into half, repeating the process.
He turn his head forward as he was greeted by a image of a blonde boy, twirling on a stool. The boy looked curious with his presence, observing him before he settled with gracing him a small.
"Hello," said the boy, "Hogwarts, too?."
Harry nod meekly as he took a seat beside the boy. The boy smile grew wider as he started to talk about a certain broomstick that Harry absolutely know nothing about. He settled with merely giving the boy a nod and hum once in a while for fear of when he tried to speak his thoughts, he might sound as ignorant about the wizarding world as he is.
"Where house do you think you'll be sorted to?."
Harry had no idea what to answer to that, as he was internally panicking, the boy talked again. "I'm certain I'll be sorted to Slytherin." The boy announced smugly, looking really proud.
Slytherin must be a good Department then.
"I mean my Father was sorted to Slytherin, my Mother was also sorted to Slytherin, my Father's Father sorted to Slytherin and so is his Mother, my Grandparents also went there, my grandparents' parents and grandparents also went there – and so on!. I'm sure I'll be no different from them!." And that's the start of their mostly one-sided conversation.
"My mother finally bought me the 'Monkey in the barrel'! I was asking for it for days and she finally give in. But turns out that toy was downright horrible, those monkeys kept running around our house screaming. It was horrendous." The boy explained as Harry was called to stand up beside him
As the boy was about to continue his talking, "Ow!." He yelped as he felt a needle bite into his back. "Watch it!."
"I wouldn't have to if you stood still." The seamstress said.
Wench, Harry heard the boy mumble as he bit his inner cheek to prevent himself from smiling.
"Monkey in the what?." Harry interjected as he remember the boys words earlier, genuinely curiousness marred his face.
As the seamstresses left them on their, probably working on the robes as they both went to the counter to pay.
In their journey to the counter, the boy had maintain a look of surprised as it slowly morphed into an incredulous one. "You don't know about Monkey in the barrel? Do you perhaps live under a rock?! That toy was this week's topic in the Daily Prophet! Along with the Nimbus 2000 –" The boy paused abruptly as he looked at him with a critical stare.
As they arrived at the counter, the robes was already done and packed for them – which had amazed Harry greatly but the boy still gave him some suspicious glances that was beginning to make him squirm.
"– Is your parents . . . muggles?."
"Ma's a witch and Dad's a wizard." Harry said defensively instead of answering him properly. And actually, Harry had a vague idea of the toy the boy was talking about, giving by the description; it sounded like a game he knew.
The boy seem to be satisfied with his answer as he nodded, "As I was saying, my Mother was horrified when she saw one of the monkeys stomping on a flower from her garden, while Father was disappointed – because as it turns out, that toy was based on a muggle game. No wonder it's so . . . barbaric."
With the tone on his voice and the look on his face. And how he brag of how much his parents spoils him, this boy greatly reminded him of someone.
Dudley Dursley.
This boy somehow managed to make his cousin a sensitive boy. Compared to Dudley, this boy is a racist, thousand times worst. The way he asked if his parents were muggles had said it all, which is a shame since he had somehow enjoyed his company.
He hoped that Hogwarts is large enough for him to not bump or see this boy ever again. The boy seem to be also waiting for his guardian to pick him up as another one-sided conversation began. Harry humored the boy with nods and shake of his head, and a bit of grunts and hum to make himself appear that he was interested with the boys tale about how spoiled he was by his parents and how grateful he was for not having any siblings to share his toys to, which Harry would like to greatly differ but didn't bother.
As suddenly, the boy's attention was divided to the door, Harry wished that the boy's guardian had arrived to pick him up. Or he'll go insane if he heard another word about how awesome the boy's playroom was. "Look at that giant imbecile outside wearing those dirty clothes – could that even be considered clothes? Those are scraps!." The boy scoffed as Harry followed where the boy was facing and saw Hagrid innocently eating an ice cream.
And for the second time, Harry finally talked, "Hagrid's clothes dirty because he always do some errands as a gamekeeper, and beside he couldn't just shop for new clothes considering no clothing store would ever have his exact size." He tried to stood up for his giant friend. The boy looked offended that Harry didn't agree with his opinion about Hagrid as he gave him a nasty looked. Harry maintain his impassive expression, giving the boy no idea of what he thinks.
"I better go now, it was nice talking to you, by the way." Harry said for the sake of pleasantries.
The boy watched intently as Harry opened the glass door, a sudden wind blew to his face – blowing his bangs and making his scar visible for a millisecond. Nevertheless, he still saw it clearly.
He saw the scar on the other's forehead, a lightning-bolt-like scar on a boy's forehead.
Draco felt like he was about to faint.
"So, Hagrid how've you been this past few years?." James asked as the family was heading to Ollivander's. The adults were excited for the twins – especially Sirius and James as, they remember how nervous and excited they had been getting their wands.
However, the twins to be only nervous as no sign of excitement radiating from them. But they pretend to be atleast happy to not worry the adults, Harry underestimated how tiresome shopping could be.
"I've been busy with errands." Hagrid paused as he took a drink from his flask. Harry honestly didn't noticed Hagrid carrying a flask with him. Maybe it had to do with how small the flask is compared to Hagrid's humongous hands. The flask could easily hide behind those fingers.
"New animals equalled new chores." He continues as he wiped his mouth with the back of his sleeve. "And even new dorms!" Hagrid exclaimed, his voice rang through the street. "I can't wait 'til you see how Professor McGonagall and I fixed up the Gryffindor common room, even the first-years' dorms got fixed up."
"What's Gryffindor? –" As Harry was about to asked about this 'Gryffindor' thing they, unfortunately, arrived at their destination.
The shop appeared small on the outside and larger as they stepped inside. The space was horribly cramped, every space was taken over by multiple shelves stacked and stuffed by countless boxes. On the counter, they were greeted by a short, scrawny man with a puff of white hair and silver eyes that glowed like the moon. He merely looked like he was in his early fifties or late fourthies when in face he was old enough to sell their Grandparents' their wands.
"Potter twins, at last," Mr Ollivander greeted with a smile, "I was starting to worry if I'll ever have the privilege to meet the both of you."
Ivan went first, encourage by his father, as James insisted that as a the oldest he should have his wand first. Mr Ollivander started him off with a few wands, but each time he tried to move it around something went wrong or when he tried to pick wands himself, Mr Ollivander would snatch it away from him, saying it's wrong.
"Try this." After the seventh try, Ollivander handed him a wand he took from under the counter desk infront him. "13 inches, blackthorn, with the a core of alkonost feather."
Skeptical of the wand a bit, Ivan took a deep breath as he determinedly draw the wand infront of him. Then, red sparks streamed from the tip, wrapping around his hands before disappearing the next moment.
"I think we have a winner."
It was beautiful, but most importantly nothing broke or explode! Ivan threw his left hand in the year as he and his uncles along with his father celebrated for his success.
Lily hugged her oldest tightly and ruffled his hair a bit, she turn around to tell Harry his next, only to see her youngest looking really pale and scared.
"Go on," She urged, caressing Harry's back gently, "We'll be here for you."
Harry still looked hesitant, he's afraid that he might more damage than his brother had. He thought of the vases and drawer that has either exploded or had been hit, he wondered how much those would've cost and how much would those affect the bill.
"Now onto you, Mr Potter, youngest one."
Ivan's wand picking may have been difficult, Harry's a whole different matter. Harry's – to put it simply – was disastrous.
He had touched more than fifteen wands and counting, and yes, Harry's the one counting, most of it had been snatched away before he could even test it or cause trouble.
The last one had made every jar of ink explode, smearing the walls and floors, even managed to dirty Ivan's right cheek.
"No, no, no. Definitely not that." What amazed Harry the most was how nonchalant Mr Ollivander react with all those explosion, he hadn't even gave them a bit of attention and he was already searching for another one to cause trouble. With how much hair Mr Ollivander has left, Harry had no doubt this is what Mr Ollivander deal with every day.
"Maybe, I'm not meant to be a wizard." Harry said sadly, not wanting to trouble the old man any longer.
Mr Ollivander looked greatly offended, "Every wizards and witches have a wand that is made especially for them! Patience, child." He lectured.
"Exactly, there's a chance that I am not a wizard." Harry rebutted.
"If, you are not a wizard, then none of those wands would have reacted when you tried them." Harry felt his eyes widen with Ollivander's words, "Yes, Harry, not everyone could just use a wand. Therefore, there is one trial to make first, you need to test if you could get a wand react to you, it doesn't matter if it is negative. It is still worth celebrating for." Ollivander was no stranger when he met a thoughtful customer being guilty with his vase being destroyed or his store getting messy and dirty.
"And even if I don't have the wand for you – which I'm highly doubtful that I wouldn't – I have countless of wand stores I could recommend." Harry smiled shyly and tried the wand Mr Ollivander handed him next. The adults was on the corner, very proud of their thoughtful Harry.
Harry tighten his grip on the wand in his hands, he waited for anything to happen – they waited and waited, still no disaster happening, before he even brought the wand down. The wand had awakened, releasing streams a combination of green and white that shot from the tip like a small firework that danced around him, brightening the place with a beautiful light.
A relieved smile spread across Harry's face. Ivan applauded enthusiastically for his twin, Lily and James was greatly proud of their boys. Sirius joined Ivan's cheering, Remus offered a gentle smile as Hagrid applauded from outside, too big to enter the shop.
However, Ollivander was not in the least impressed by the show, instead it was his turn to look thoughtful. "Curious," The man whispered to himself as he nodded slightly, "Very curious."
"What's curious, sir?." Harry asked.
Ollivander stayed silent and took the wand back, gingerly placing it back in its box, treating it with extra care compared of how he treated Ivan's. Finally, he fixed Harry an odd look, a look that made him looked like he was possessed.
"This is an 11 inches holly with a tip of a phoenix feather." He explained slowly, "You see, Mr Potter," Ollivander looked hesitant to speak but still, he managed, "I remember every single wand I have ever sold. Every. Single. One."
Harry narrowed his eyes, not getting the man's point with his statement.
For a while, neither of them back down from staring at each other. Nobody seem to breathe as the store that previously loud became eerily quiet, and finally, Ollivander spoke, "It just so happens that the phoenix whose tail feather is in your wand was given to another, just one other." His silver eyes broke the eye-contact, looking slightly upwards, "It is very curious that you should be destined for this wand when its brother gave you," Reaching across the desk, his wrinkly fingers pointed at the lightning bolt that peeked through Harry's bangs,
" – that scar."
Lily interrupted as she shove the one back to Ollivander, "I would like another wand for my son." She demanded.
Ollivander wasn't the least intimidated by the least, "Like I said Mrs Potter, every wizards and witches have a wand that is made especially for them. Only one wand, unless you want your oldest to share his wand with his brother, be my guest."
"I want this wand, Ma." Harry pleaded. Lily looked torn, she never had denied her babies anything, as long as she could give to them then who is she to decline? However, hearing that this wand's brother had been the reason why she had almost lost her babies, a mother's pampering had its limits.
"Sweetie, you don't understand –" James came into the rescue and rested his hands on his wife's shoulder. "Honey, if that wand's brother had been the one to endanger the boys, then that would only mean that it could be as powerful as You-Know-Who's? He would be at a fair advantage." He whispered.
In the end, Harry had his own wand on their way back.
Harry and Ivan stood infront their doorway, waving Hagrid goodbye, along with Sirius, Remus, and James. "See you soon, Ivan, Harry. I'll see you two at Hogwarts. I know both of ye two 'ill have a good time at Hogwarts. I know, I did."
Harry and Ivan nodded as they bid the giant goodbye.
When they entered the Potter's Household. They were greeted by the sight of Snape sitting in the head chair. Numerous delicious-looking food was presented infront of him, "Welcome –" Snape was taken aback as small arms was wrapped around his neck.
"Sevy!." Harry happily greeted, his smile practically reached his ears. "I missed you!."
"You too." Snape whispered back and gently remove Harry's hands around him, "Eat."
Snape glares at the gentlemen that was already enjoying the food, all of them joyfully ignoring his glare as they continuingly devoured every food they could reach. "I prepared this for Harry." He accused. "And Ivan!." Ivan protested as a fried chicken's drumsticks was lifted before his mouth.
" . . . And Ivan." Snape reluctantly said.
"You prepared this?." Harry asked.
"Technically, yes." Harry didn't offer more questions to his godfather's vague explanation. Harry took a sit near his godfather, and took his time eating, unlike his brother.
Though, even if he had ate slowly, he had finished first before his family, and then Snape. Harry suspected that if Severus didn't paused once in a while to glare at his father and uncle, then he would've finished first.
"Harry," Snape called as he revealed a small box.
Harry gaped at the present before him, he didn't expected to receive a gift from his godfather. "Thank you, Uncle Sev." He said gratefully and gently opened the gift.
If he didn't expected to receive a gift, he certainly did not also expected to receive bottles and vials.
"Uh . . . What would I use this for?."
Snape glares at him, as if his questions had sounded so idiotic that it had offended him – which it some degree did. "For your Potion Class, of course."
"I will have a class about potions?." Harry incredulously asked as spittle even came out from his lips, which disgusted Snape. He wiped his face with his sleeves as he put a distance between them.
"Moment like this I remember that you are one of James Potter's spawns." Snape muttered disdainfully.
"Obviously, you will attend a class that will tackle the beauty and importance of Potion Making. Did Lily ever tell you anything?." He asked, he was starting to get irritated.
"No."
Snape was known for his sharp tongue and quick retorts, however, for the very first time in his thirty years of living: he was speechless.
Blink. Blink. Blink.
Snape cleared his throat, "How do you feel about going to Hogwarts?." His pathetic attempt to change the subject.
Harry could say countless words about what he feel about that school; Agitating, Nerve-wracking, Unsettling, Terrifying, but he settled with "Nervous."
"That is alright. Almost everyone I know did, even your mom."
Harry perked up, "Did you?."
"No." Harry visibly deflated. "As I said; Almost everyone. I'm one of the fortunate ones who did not." Harry was disappointed with his godfather's words but he still managed to laugh. One thing he loves about his godfather was his honesty and bluntness. That's just two of the many qualities he adores about his godfather.
"I will miss you, uncle." Harry sadly admitted as Snape raised a brow at him, an amused smile playing on his lips. "Do not worry child, I assure you, you will not."
AN: When I said this story will be a SLOWBURN. I didn't meant for this story to be this slow.
We're already in the fifth chapter but our Potter Twins is yet to arrive in Hogwarts. And that's basically where all the drama begins! :(
Also, I'm not sure about the part where Mr Ollivander said that every Wizards and Witches will only have one wand in their entire lives – I mean; by how I understand it; Harry merely "borrowed" Draco's wand as his was broken and I heard he eventually gave Draco's wand back – and I just assume every Witches and Wizards are deeply attached with their wands and so is their wands to them. I know, my logic is confusing but for the sake of the story, let's just pretend that there is only one wand for every Wizards and Witches :)
Reviews and Votes will be very much appreciated !
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