Chapter 13: Aragog
Summer was creeping over the grounds around the castle; sky and lake alike turned periwinkle blue and flowers large as cabbages burst into bloom in the greenhouses. But with no Hagrid visible from the castle windows, striding the grounds with Fang at his heels, the scene didn't look right to Harry; no better, in fact, than the inside of the castle, where things were so horribly wrong. John was doing his best to use his Malfoy connections to bring at least Dumbledore back, but to no avail.
Harry and Ron had tried to visit Hermione, but visitors were now barred from the hospital wing.
"We're taking no more chances," Madam Pomfrey told them severely through a crack in the infirmary door, "No, I'm sorry, there's every chance the attacker might come back to finish these people off…"
With Dumbledore gone, fear had spread as never before, so that the sun warming the castle walls outside seemed to stop at the mullioned windows. There was barely a face to be seen in the school that didn't look worried and tense, and any laughter that rang through the corridors sounded shrill and unnatural and was quickly stifled. Harry had just realized that Chaz hadn't returned from his family gathering in America. According to Anne, chaz's relative in London was refusing to send him back to Hogwarts this year after the news of the attacks had spread.
Harry constantly repeated Dumbledore's final words to himself "I will only truly have left this school when none here are loyal to me... Help will always be given at Hogwarts to those who ask for it." But what good were these words? Who exactly were they supposed to ask for help, when everyone was just as confused and scared as they were?
Hagrid's hint about the spiders was far easier to understand. The trouble was, there didn't seem to be a single spider left in the castle to follow. Harry looked everywhere he went, helped (rather reluctantly) by Ron. They were hampered, of course, by the fact that they weren't allowed to wander off on their own but had to move around the castle in a pack with the other Gryffindors. Most of their fellow students seemed glad that they were being shepherded from class to class by teachers, but Harry found it very irksome.
One person, however, seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the atmosphere of terror and suspicion. Draco Malfoy was strutting around the school as though he had just been appointed Head Boy. Harry didn't realize what he was so pleased about until the Potions lesson about two weeks after Dumbledore and Hagrid had left, when, sitting right behind Malfoy, Harry overheard him gloating to Crabbe and Goyle.
"I always thought Father might be the one who got rid of Dumbledore," he said, not troubling to keep his voice down, "I told you he thinks Dumbledore's the worst headmaster the school's ever had. Maybe we'll get a decent headmaster now. Someone who won't want the Chamber of Secrets closed. McGonagall won't last long, she's only filling in…"
"Shut your mouth Malfoy," hissed John from his seat. Draco visibly flinched when he heard John speak. He was clearly still afraid of John, but that didn't stop him from turning around to be rude to John.
Snape swept past Harry, making no comment about Hermione's empty seat and cauldron. When Draco saw his favorite teacher, he smiled cruelly as he had found a way to be mean to both Harry and John at the same time.
"Sir," said Malfoy loudly, "Sir, why don't you apply for the headmaster's job?"
"Now, now, Malfoy," said Snape, though he couldn't suppress a thin-lipped smile, "Professor Dumbledore has only been suspended by the governors. I daresay he'll be back with us soon enough."
"Yeah, right," said Malfoy, smirking, "I expect you'd have Father's vote, sir, if you wanted to apply for the job- I'll tell Father you're the best teacher here, sir-"
Snape smirked as he swept off around the dungeon, fortunately not spotting Seamus Finnigan, who was pretending to vomit into his cauldron.
"I'm quite surprised the Mudbloods haven't all packed their bags by now," Malfoy went on, "Bet you five Galleons the next one dies. Pity it wasn't Granger-"
The bell rang at that moment, which was lucky; at Malfoy's last words, Ron had leapt off his stool, and in the scramble to collect bags and books, his attempts to reach Malfoy went unnoticed.
"Let me at him," Ron growled as Harry and Dean hung onto his arms, "I don't care, I don't need my wand, I'm going to kill him with my bare hands-"
"Leave him to me," John said to Ron quietly, "You won't be nearly as traumatizing as I will."
"You're not gonna…" Harry trailed off.
"Spontaneously combust?" John said, "No. That would draw too much attention. Not to mention the fact I can't control when it happens. Besides, I have a better idea."
"Hurry up, I've got to take you all to Herbology," barked Snape over the class's heads, and off they marched, with Harry, Ron, and Dean bringing up the rear, Ron still trying to get loose but calming down at least. It was only safe to let go of him when Snape had seen them out of the castle and they were making their way across the vegetable patch toward the greenhouses.
The Herbology class was very subdued; there were now two missing from their number, Justin and Hermione.
Professor Sprout set them all to work pruning the Abyssinian Shrivelfigs. Harry went to tip an armful of withered stalks onto the compost heap and found himself face-to-face with Ernie Macmillan. Ernie took a deep breath and said, very formally, "I just want to say, Harry, that I'm sorry I ever suspected you. I know you'd never attack Hermione Granger, and I apologize for all the stuff I said. We're all in the same boat now, and, well-"
He held out a pudgy hand, and Harry shook it.
Ernie and his friend Hannah came to work at the same Shrivelfig as Harry and Ron.
"You still think John's the culprit then?" Piper asked from her spot nearby.
"Of course," Ernie said certain, "He combusts on fire, and he even started growing scales from what I've heard. If he can do that, then he most certainly is capable of doing all these horrible things."
"Ernie," Piper sighed, "you're an idiot."
"What?" Ernie asked clueless.
"Both times John spontaneously combusted…" Piper deadpanned, "it was when he was enraged and attempting to kill Draco. If anything he's the reverse of what you're blaming him for."
"Oh," Ernie said dejected.
"That Draco Malfoy character," said Ernie suddenly after a minute, breaking off dead twigs, "he seems very pleased about all this, doesn't he? D'you know, I think he might be Slytherin's heir."
"That's clever of you," said Ron, who didn't seem to have forgiven Ernie as readily as Harry.
"Do you think it's Malfoy, Harry?" Ernie asked.
"No," said Harry, so firmly that Ernie and Hannah stared.
A second later, Harry spotted something.
Several large spiders were scuttling over the ground on the other side of the glass, moving in an unnaturally straight line as though taking the shortest route to a prearranged meeting. Harry hit Ron over the hand with his pruning shears.
"Ouch! What're you-"
Harry pointed out the spiders, following their progress with his eyes screwed up against the sun.
"Oh, yeah," said Ron, trying, and failing, to look pleased, "But we can't follow them now-"
Ernie and Hannah were listening curiously.
Harry's eyes narrowed as he focused on the spiders. If they pursued their fixed course, there could be no doubt about where they would end up.
"Looks like they're heading for the Forbidden Forest…"
And Ron looked even unhappier about that.
At the end of the lesson Professor Sprout escorted the class to their Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson. Harry and Ron lagged behind the others so they could talk out of earshot.
"We'll have to use the Invisibility Cloak again," Harry told Ron. "We can take Fang with us. He's used to going into the forest with Hagrid, he might be some help."
"I'm not going to follow spiders!" Ron said as he thought of a way to get out of it, "Instead, you can take John!"
"You'd rather do schoolwork?" Harry asked incredulous.
"In this case," Ron said sternly, "yes."
Ron had never been into the Forbidden Forest before. Harry had entered it only once and had hoped never to do so again.
Lockhart bounded into the room and the class stared at him. Every other teacher in the place was looking grimmer than usual, but Lockhart appeared nothing short of buoyant.
"Come now," he cried, beaming around him, "Why all these long faces?"
People swapped exasperated looks, but nobody answered.
"Don't you people realize," said Lockhart, speaking slowly, as though they were all a bit dim, "the danger has passed! The culprit has been taken away-"
"Says who?" said Dean Thomas loudly.
"My dear young man, the Minister of Magic wouldn't have taken Hagrid if he hadn't been one hundred percent sure that he was guilty," said Lockhart, in the tone of someone explaining that one and one made two.
"Oh, yes he would," said Ron, even more loudly than Dean.
"I flatter myself I know a touch more about Hagrid's arrest than you do, Mr. Weasley," said Lockhart in a self-satisfied tone.
Ron started to say that he didn't think so, somehow, but stopped in mid sentence when Harry kicked him hard under the desk.
"We weren't there, remember?" Harry muttered.
John also did his best not to hex the egotistical asshat or admit he was in Hagrid's hut the night of his arrest. Well, technically he wasn't. However, he doesn't want to reveal that ability just yet. Also, the fact he used astral projection wouldn't matter.
But Lockhart's disgusting cheeriness, his hints that he had always thought Hagrid was no good, his confidence that the whole business was now at an end, irritated Harry so much that he yearned to throw Gadding with Ghouls right in Lockhart's stupid face. Instead he contented himself with scrawling a note to Ron: You can be my alibi incase someone suspects me of going into the forest.
Ron read the message, swallowed hard due to the danger factor of being caught in a lie, and looked sideways at the empty seat usually filled by Hermione. The sight seemed to stiffen his resolve, and he nodded.
The Gryffindor common room was always very crowded these days, because from six o'clock onward the Gryffindors had nowhere else to go. They also had plenty to talk about, with the result that the common room often didn't empty until past midnight.
The Gryffindor common room was always very crowded these days, because from six o'clock onward the Gryffindors had nowhere else to go. They also had plenty to talk about, with the result that the common room often didn't empty until past midnight.
Harry went to get the Invisibility Cloak out of his trunk right after dinner, and spent the evening sitting on it, waiting for the room to clear. Fred and George challenged Harry and Ron to a few games of Exploding Snap, and Ginny sat watching them, very subdued in Hermione's usual chair. Harry and Ron kept losing on purpose, trying to finish the games quickly, but even so, it was well past midnight when Fred, George, and Ginny finally went to bed.
Harry waited for the distant sounds of two dormitory doors closing before seizing the cloak, but just before he could through it on an apparition shimmered in front of him. He gave a startled yelp as he jumped backwards. Once he got a good look at the apparition, Harry relaxed a bit. He was still irked though.
"Bloody hell John!" Harry exclaimed, "Don't do that!"
"I'll do whatever the fuck I want," John grunted still irritated at Lockhart.
"Why you in your astrology form instead of popping out of the fireplace?" Ron asked.
"Astral form you, dimwit," John replied rudely before he stared directly at Harry.
"I received your message about the forest," John said bluntly, "and I have decided to help you, but…"
"See!" Ron said relieved forgetting about John's rudeness entirely, "I don't have to go because he's going!"
Harry didn't respond because he watched as John stared at Ron with a blank expression on his face.
"What?" Ron asked nervously when he saw what Harry was staring at.
"None of you are going," John finished as he looked back at Harry.
"What?!" Harry exclaimed.
"Use your sense!" John said a little irked, "You have no sure way to survive an entire nest, hive, or whatever of spiders! Especially, Acromantulas! I've come across them before. Sure, Hagrid was there to save us. However, this time… this time I won't have to go their in person."
"You're saying that should something go wrong you could just vanish and I can't?" Harry accused.
"You have no talent for astral projection, Potter," John said as he stared directly into Harry's green eyes, "You would not survive this excursion… especially not without something to come to your rescue. Not even Firenze would be able to help you."
"I can't stand by and do nothing while Hagrid is in wizard prison!" Harry said sternly.
"And you won't!" John said loudly.
"Instead," John added with a quieter voice, "you'll sneak down to the library and figure out what Ritchie and Hermione were doing before they became Hogwarts' next set of statues."
When John said that, Harry realized John was right. There's more of as chance of finding out what actually attacked the muggle-borns if they followed two leads at the same time. Harry nodded his agreement once and with that, John shimmered away.
"You're still going to be my alibi, Ron," Harry said as he threw the invisibility cloak over his person.
Meanwhile, with John…
John massaged his temples as he got up from his bed. Making the Potter boy see sense was a real chore. However, there's more chance of Potter coming to the same conclusion than the idiot named Ron. He immediately grabbed his tan raincoat and put it on over his white button down shirt. He also picked up his red tie and tied it loosely on his person. He already had his black dress pants and dress shoes on, so he didn't need to put them on. He quietly snuck down into the Ravenclaw common room and headed towards the lavatory.
"What are you up to, John?" asked a feminine voice from behind him. He turned to see both Phoebe and Anne staring at him. He noticed that Anne had chosen a loose shirt that hovered off of her stomach and ended at her bottom rib. She also had pink pajama bottoms on. Phoebe's was similar, but of a different color and not as revealing.
"My job," John said vaguely.
"You haven't received any job requests in the mail," Anne sighed as she walked towards him, "so I know you're not going on a job."
"Where I'm going…" John said finally as he stared at them for a minute, "you can't follow."
"What do you mean?" Anne asked confused.
"I'm going to the boy's section of the lavatory," John smirked as he gestured towards the lavatory.
"Oh," anne said believing John… if only a little.
"Well," Anne said as she walked towards phoebe, "good night then, John. Come along Phoebe. John immediately headed into the lavatory and sat down in a stall before he closed his eyes.
About a second later, he shimmered into existence outside of Hagrid's house, which was sad and sorry-looking with its blank windows. When John began to walk past the hut, loud barking began. That could only mean one thing. Fang was awake and saw him. With an irritated grunt, he turned towards the front door and headed towards it. When he got there, he pushed the door open. Worried Fang might wake everyone at the castle with his deep, booming barks, John hastily fed him treacle fudge from a tin on the mantelpiece, which glued his teeth together.
"Stay quiet you loudmouth," John said as he looked at the dog, "I'm going to go into the forest to ask some Acromantulas a question. If the answer is what i'm thinking it will be… your master will be able to return. Most likely at the end of the year, though."
The dog just stared at John uncomprehendingly as the exorcist exited the hut and began his way towards the forest.
Later, inside the Forbidden Forest…
John walked behind the normal sized spiders he saw making a line in the ground as they scurried along in a line for about twenty minutes, not speaking, listening hard for noises other than breaking twigs and rustling leaves. Then, when the trees had become thicker than ever, so that the stars overhead were no longer visible, and John's unique contacts he inserted into his eyes allowed him to see in the darkness, he saw their spider guides leaving the path.
John paused, trying to see where the spiders were going, but even with his special contacts he couldn't see that far. He had only been this deep into the forest once before. He could vividly remember Hagrid advising him not to leave the forest path last time he'd been in here. But Hagrid was miles away now, probably sitting in a cell in Azkaban, and he had also said to follow the spiders.
He breathed in and out deeply once before he followed the darting shadows of the spiders into the trees. He couldn't move very quickly now; there were tree roots and stumps in his way, barely visible in the near blackness. More than once, he had to stop, so that John could crouch down and find the spiders with his special contacts.
He walked for what seemed like at least half an hour, his raincoat robes snagging on low-slung branches and brambles. After a while, he noticed that the ground seemed to be sloping downward, though the trees were as thick as ever.
John almost took a step forward, but he suddenly stopped when he heard a sound. He could feel his heart hammering as he listened. While it wasn't his actual body that was in danger, he was still unnerved a bit. After all, the last time he'd been this deep into the forest he was with his pratt of a cousin and the useless lump called Neville. Sure, they weren't of much help. However, it was really the fact he wasn't alone that had kept him calm. Not like now. Some distance to their right, the something big was snapping branches as it carved a path through the trees.
The darkness seemed to be pressing on his eyeballs as he stood, terrified, waiting. There was a strange rumbling noise and then silence.
He quickly muttered a harmless spell to determine if there was a danger nearby or not, and fortunately there wasn't. Except for the random snake and other small creatures of course. However, there seemed to be a less amount in this area than the areas closer to Hagrid's hut. He let out an audible sigh of relief, and resumed his trek.
He only made it a few feet before he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up straight. He slowly turned around with a few fear-based sweat beads having formed. He paled at what he saw. It was the biggest Acromantula he had even seen. Even bigger than the ones he saw in his first year.
"Oh bugger," John said right before he was lifted off the ground, so that he was hanging facedown. Struggling, terrified, he heard clicking, and heard two heavy thuds hit the ground. The next second later, he was being swept away into the dark trees.
Head hanging, John saw that what had hold of him was marching on six immensely long, hairy legs, the front two clutching him tightly below a pair of shining black pincers. Behind him, he could hear another of the creatures. They were moving into the very heart of the forest. He wanted to yell for the eight-legged monster to set him free, but he seemed to have left his voice back in the clearing
He never knew how long he was in the creature's clutches; he only knew that the darkness suddenly lifted enough for him to see that the leaf-strewn ground was now swarming with spiders. Craning his neck sideways, he realized that they had reached the ridge of a vast hollow, a hollow that had been cleared of trees, so that the stars shone brightly onto the worst scene he had ever laid eyes on.
Acromantulas. Not all of them were the size of carthorses, eight-eyed, eight-legged, black, hairy, gigantic. They were of random huge sizes, and some had fat butts with short legs, and some had small butts with long legs. In either case… it was the amount that terrified him. There were so many that Hogwarts was lucky the Acromantulas prefer areas like these. Everyone would be dead if the monsters got out. The massive specimen that was carrying John made its way down the steep slope toward a misty, domed web in the very center of the hollow, while its fellows closed in all around it, clicking their pincers excitedly at the sight of its load.
John fell to the ground on all fours as the spider released him. He pulled out a stone of some kind and held it in his fist, but didn't move as he sat in a kneeling position.
John suddenly realized that the spider that had dropped him was saying something. It had been hard to tell, because he clicked his pincers with every word he spoke.
"Aragog!" it called. "Aragog!"
And from the middle of the misty, domed web, a spider the size of a small elephant emerged, very slowly. There was gray in the black of his body and legs, and each of the eyes on his ugly, pincered head was milky white. He was blind.
"What is it?" he said, clicking his pincers rapidly.
"Man," clicked the spider who had caught Harry.
"Is it Hagrid?" said Aragog, moving closer, his eight milky eyes wandering vaguely.
"A Stranger," clicked a different spider.
"Kill him," clicked Aragog fretfully. "I was sleeping…"
"I'm a friend of Hagrid's," John shouted. His heart seemed to have left his chest to pound in his throat. However, he forced himself to his foot and when he heard the sound of the Acromantula behind him preparing to attack he threw the rock right into its mouth. Suddenly, the Acromantula screamed an inhuman and bloodcurdling scream as it scurried about randomly and convulsed. Eventually, it tripped on protruding root and landed on its back where it lay still with its legs having curled up.
"Hagrid would not approve of you killing any of us," growled Aragog angrily, "and for that matter… neither do I."
"Shut your ugly mug," John spat, "I defended myself. That Acromantula was just about to attack."
Aragog stayed silent for a second while his children clicked angrily and moved restlessly. Eventually he grunted an acceptance of the situation and elected to speak with John… for now.
"Hagrid has never sent a man into our hollow before," he said slowly.
"Hagrid's in trouble," said John, breathing very fast. "That's why I 'followed the spiders' as Hagrid put it."
"In trouble?" asked the aged spider, and John thought he heard concern beneath the clicking pincers. "But why has he sent you?"
"He couldn't even if he wanted to," John replied.
"What do you mean?" Aragog asked confused.
"They think, up at the school, that Hagrid's been setting a… a… something on students. They've taken him to Azkaban."
Aragog clicked his pincers furiously, and all around the hollow the sound was echoed by the crowd of spiders; it was like applause, except applause didn't usually make Harry feel sick with fear.
"But that was years ago," said Aragog fretfully. "Years and years ago. I remember it well. That's why they made him leave the school. They believed that I was the monster that dwells in what they call the Chamber of Secrets. They thought that Hagrid had opened the Chamber and set me free."
"Something tells me they were wrong," John guessed correctly.
"I!" said Aragog, clicking angrily but not at John. "I was not born in the castle. I come from a distant land. A traveler gave me to Hagrid when I was an egg. Hagrid was only a boy, but he cared for me, hidden in a cupboard in the castle, feeding me on scraps from the table. Hagrid is my good friend, and a good man. When I was discovered, and blamed for the death of a girl, he protected me. I have lived here in the forest ever since, where Hagrid still visits me. He even found me a wife, Mosag, and you see how our family has grown, all through Hagrid's goodness…"
Yeah, a whole army of carnivorous death-machines, thought John dryly.
"So then," John asked, "You've never killed a human? Not even in self-defense."
"Never," croaked the old spider. "It would have been my instinct, but out of respect for Hagrid, I never harmed a human. The body of the girl who was killed was discovered in a bathroom. I never saw any part of the castle but the cupboard in which I grew up. Our kind like the dark and the quiet…"
"Really?" John said sarcastically, "I couldn't tell."
"Sarcasm…" Aragog said bluntly, "is not a trait the Acromantula respects. You should do well to remember that, should you survive this night. However, just this once… I'll forgive you for the rudeness."
"Do you at least know the monster that killed that girl from fifty years ago?" John asked in order to change the subject, "I need to know, because it's back. The attacks have-"
His words were drowned by a loud outbreak of clicking and the rustling of many long legs shifting angrily; large black shapes shifted all around him.
"The thing that lives in the castle," said Aragog with a tinge of fear and hate, "is an ancient creature we spiders fear above all others. Well do I remember how I pleaded with Hagrid to let me go, when I sensed the beast moving about the school."
"What is it?" asked John urgently.
More loud clicking, more rustling; the spiders seemed to be closing in.
"We do not speak of it!" said Aragog fiercely. "We do not name it! I never even told Hagrid the name of that dread creature, though he asked me, many times."
"Then don't name it!" John said a little irritated, "just describe it or give me a clue at least!"
"We. Do. Not. Speak. Of. It," Aragog repeated getting angry. John looked around him and was honestly terrified. He was beginning to see why Ron fears spiders so much.
John didn't want to press the subject anymore, not with the spiders pressing closer on all sides. Aragog seemed to be tired of talking. He was backing slowly into his domed web, but his fellow spiders continued to inch slowly toward John.
"I'll just go, then," John called to Aragog, hearing leaves rustling behind him. He was calmer, because he remembered at that moment that he was actually in his astral form.
"Go?" said Aragog slowly. "I think not…"
"Oh really?" John said dryly, "As if you could stop me."
"My sons and daughters do not harm Hagrid, on my command. But I cannot deny them fresh meat, when it wanders so willingly into our midst. Good-bye, friend of Hagrid."
"Too bad you can't see anymore," John said as he began to laugh, "because all your 'children' are going to taste is air."
"What?" asked Aragog as he stopped moving at the same time as the rest of the Acromantulas stopped clicking and moving. Even the Acromantula about to chomp down on John's head stopped an inch away from John.
"How is that so?" Aragog asked.
"I'm not really here," John explained, "It's a little thing I like to call astral projection. It allows me to safely project myself anywhere I want."
"Impossible…" Aragog whispered with renewed vigor, "I've heard tale of such a power, but it was lost to the ages."
"Well, take a good sniff," John said with a smirk, "all you'll smell is the rotting form of the one I sent to the great beyond."
Aragog did just that and widened his blind eyes as much as a spider could. Which was not at all, because a spider's eyes are always open wide.
"The prophecy…" Aragog whispered, "Can it be?"
"What's this about a prophecy?" John asked both intrigued and concerned.
"There is a prophecy among our kind…" Aragog explained, "It tells of a wizard with powers unlike any other in the world of man. A wizard of royal descent. The two halves of a coin shall meet, and one shall overcome the other. One shall be winged while the other slithers. Yet both shall speak the same. A king of dragons and a lord of serpents."
"That it?" John asked a little bit disappointed.
"Yes," Aragog replied.
"Good luck on your quest," Aragog said, "I sincerely hope you are the victor."
"Victor of what?" John asked. However, Aragog ignored him as he crawled back into his hole. It became clear that he wasn't going to get an answer about this, and so he closed his eyes and after a few seconds he opened them again. This time he was in the boy's lavatory, and not in the forest.
John exited the bathroom, and headed towards the stairs that led up to the 2nd year boy's dormitory. When he reached his bed, he took off his coat and draped it on a chair along with his tie. He removed his dress shoes, shirt, and pants before collapsing on his bed. As he lay there awake he stared at the ceiling without really staring. He thought very hard on what Aragog told him.
The creature that was lurking somewhere in the castle, he thought, sounded like a sort of monster Voldemort… even other monsters didn't want to name it. But he was no closer to finding out what it was, or how it petrified its victims. Even Hagrid had never known what was in the Chamber of Secrets.
He couldn't see what else he could do. He had hit dead ends everywhere. Riddle had caught the wrong person, the Heir of Slytherin had got off, and no one could tell whether it was the same person, or a different one, who had opened the Chamber this time. There was nobody else to ask. Maybe Harry had better luck.
He was becoming drowsy when what seemed like what could be their very last hope, should Harry have the same amount of luck as him, occurred to him, and he suddenly sat bolt upright.
"No way…" John said to himself, "It can't be."
"That girl who died," John continued thinking out loud, "Aragog said she was found in a bathroom."
"What if she never left the bathroom?" John continued as he ignored his roommates snores, "What if she's still there?"
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