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Chapter 4: Runes

Xenophilius Lovegood and Albus Dumbledore, late morning, The Lovegood's inn room

Xenophilius was furious as he entered the room. "I saw what you did Dumbledore. Using legilimency like that is highly unethical."

"I'm afraid I had to. It was the only way to get to know the full extent of the abuse." Dumbledore's eyes fell, "I saw it all Xenophilius. He has been abused verbally by his aunt and uncle as long as he can remember, they starved him and his cousin beat him regularly. You have my thanks for getting him out of there; I wouldn't have believed Lily's sister to be that cruel if I hadn't seen it myself." Dumbledore sat down, looking as old as he actually was for a moment. "I didn't believe you yesterday, and for that I am sorry. I just hope it's not too late to start making things right."

Xenophilius had a look of sadness in his eyes as he looked at the venerable leader of the light who at the moment was just a defeated old man. "You probably will not ever be able to make things right with the boy, the chance for that was ten years ago, but that does not mean you should not try."

The twinkle returned to the eyes of the Headmaster. "Yes you are right, starting right now." He rummaged through his pockets and found two keys, then handed them over to Xenophilius. "As the new magical guardian, I entrust the Gringotts' keys to you."

Xenophilius looked at the two keys in his hand, and then looked at Dumbledore.

Seeing the unspoken question, Dumbledore smiled. "As you know the Potters are a very old family and have over the centuries amassed quite a bit of wealth, the first key is for the family vault. The second one is for his trust vault. The Potter fortune is of course not in a specific vault, for access to that, the young Harry would have to talk with his account manager."

Dumbledore pulled a piece of paper from his pocket. "This is a list of the required materials for your daughter. It is of course identical to the one Harry will receive in a week, however I would ask if you wait until I have been able to ward your house before taking him out in the public, before then the obscurity should be enough to keep him safe."

Xenophilius nodded "That is agreeable, I had not planned on taking the two shopping until after next week, Harry still have a week left in his muggle school."

Dumbledore just smiled. "I will be by on the next Sunday; it will take a few days to procure the necessary ward stones."

Dumbledore pulled out another paper from his pocket, turning towards the table he withdrew his wand and conjured a quill. Bending over the table, he wrote something for a moment while muttering. "Sometimes I wish I had a shorter name and fewer titles." Turning back towards Xenophilius and handed him the note.

Xenophilius looked at the note as Dumbledore continued. "That is a permission slip, for him to temporarily stay at your house." Xenophilius was about to interrupt as Dumbledore just held up a hand to stop him before explaining. "It ensures that if someone finds out that Harry is staying with you, that you can show that you are indeed permissible to have him there. As Chief Warlock and Supreme Mugwump it is within my right to override the wishes of his current guardians. I will not be filing the papers that transfer his guardianship to you before your place is warded. The change in guardianship is processed and would be publically available the same day; we have to ensure both your family and the boy's safety before Harry Potter rejoins magical Britain."

Xenophilius nodded, he had to agree with the Headmaster. The extra week would help to prepare Harry to the new facts of life for him. There was probably a lot of work to be done with the boy.

When he realized that he was burying himself in work and drifting apart from his daughter, he had done two things. One being his newfound interest in muggle electronics where he had started crafting spells, it made him feel closer to his wife, who had been an accomplished spellcrafter. He knew his daughter was withdrawing from the world, encasing herself in the theories of the magical animals he had devoted his life to proving existed. He had recognized that is might have been an attempt to get closer to him after the loss of her mother, but it was bordering on obsession and she had been withdrawing more from the real world by the day. The magical community did not have any experience with mental problems that wasn't related to magic, so he used what he had learned from his experience with learning about electronics and had sought his knowledge about what was happening to his daughter the same place, the muggle library.

He was surprised to find an entire art devoted to the workings of the mind, he was still having problem with pronouncing the word for it, psychology. So he had studied the subject in an attempt to help his daughter, it was what had led him to contact the Headmaster to enroll his princess in Hogwarts early. The fact that she had friends would help her more than he possibly could over the next year.

This brought him back to the original subject, the boy-who-had-survived-but-not-lived. The extend of the abuse of the boy had broken his heart the prior day, some of the things he had learned in the hospital, from his conversations with him. All indicated emotional trauma that Harry might never recover from. The boy had surprised him however; he had taken the fact that he was magical in strides, and was much livelier than he had expected. There were a few things about the whole thing, which felt off to him, but seeing the three interacting with each other, the previous day he swore to himself that he would let the issue be. They looked like they had been friends for years, and quite frankly his princess needed that, he was sure Harry did as well. Therefore, he would keep his questions to himself to avoid potentially causing friction between them. Even if the Ravenclaw in him wanted to know how Harry had known to stop him from summoning the Knight Bus.

Getting back to the matter at hand, he had one more thing to say to the Headmaster before he departed. "I agree best to keep him out of sight until the wards are in place. I would however like to take him out for a shopping trip in the muggle world, he only has the clothes on his back and I would like to ensure he actually have something to wear for the next week."

Dumbledore smiled, he could tell that letting Harry stay with the Lovegoods was a good decision. He would be cared for there, and it was a step in the right direction, to make it up to the child, he had obviously failed. "That should not be a problem, while there are still remnants of the Death Eaters that would like to get to Harry for vanquishing their leader, a trip into muggle London would not be an issue. With that I bid you a good day Xenophilius; I have things that need to be set in motion regarding young Harry." His eyes twinkled for a moment before he turned and a small popping sound signaled the Headmaster's departure.

Xenophilius slumped onto a chair and pulled out his pocket watch. He idle traced the intricate engraving on the lid before clicking it open. The watch had been an anniversary gift from his wife. He was thankful that Harry had come crashing into their lives yesterday. It had been the one year day of her death, with all that had been going on he had not wallowed in self pity as he probably would have otherwise. It was almost eleven o'clock, shops would be opening soon, and he 'd better go tell the kids to get ready.

Granger residence, half an hour later

Hermione was lying on her bed staring at the ceiling. It had been a trying evening and morning. Memories of her sending her parents away, the pain was warring with the relief at having them back. She had tried to tell herself that she never sent them away, now that they were doing everything all over again, but it was futile. Normally her overly logical mind could keep her feelings in check, but the last year had been taxing. It was as if everything was lurking just beneath the surface, waiting to get out as soon as something caused ripples in the water.

Things had been a little tense the previous evening. They saw her as the little eleven-year-old girl she had been. The one that did not have friends, who hid behind books walling off the world for everyone except her parents. Thankfully, they had spent a bit of time the previous day and come up with an explanation for how she suddenly had friends. It was grating on her to be treated like a little girl again, but it was necessary to avoid showing she was different now compared to how she was two days ago from her parents perspective.

She would have to keep pretending for the next few months. Once she got back from Hogwarts, she could be herself again. The nine months away could explain the changes.

Hermione let out a wistful sigh as she sat up on her bed; her thoughts had turned to a certain young man who was now a boy. Apparently not even time could change her feelings about him. The problem of them being eleven and ten again was quite the obstacle, but Hermione was not one to be deterred by having to wait. After all, she had carried the torch for five years.

While Harry was now a boy again the things that had first ensnared her was still the same. He was still Harry, the boy who listened, and kept on doing so. When she was talking to him or even just ranting about something, he would look at her and she had his undivided attention. Before she met him on the train seven years ago, no one had ever listened to her like that. Not even her parents would do so, after a while they would just tune her out.

She had more than once been distracted from what she was talking about just looking into the green eyes that focused on her like the world around them didn't matter. How was a girl supposed to help herself against something like that?

Hermione shook her head to clear her mind; it would not do to dwell on it too long. After all, they were moving forward, sure being sent back into much younger bodies put it a few steps backward, but it also meant that there were not quite as many hormones pumping through her system. Spending so much time in close proximity with Harry in the tent, just the two of them, for so many months had been absolute murder.

A faint pop was heard from outside, her ride was here. Hermione had often wondered what exactly caused the distinct sound Apparition made, questions to teachers and other magicals had been met with silence as if no one had ever considered the cause. Hermione like two theories, the first was the least likely with the movement causing a sonic boom at the destination, like the rubber on a balloon being popped did. The other theory was something with the displacement or replacement of the air, at the departure and arrival.

A knock on the door saw her get off the bed to open it, a wide-eyed Luna entered, her head seemingly on a swivel taking in her room. With a grin, Luna looked at her. "I like it."

Hermione hugged her short friend. "Thanks."

"Although you could probably fit in another bookshelf over there to make the library effect complete." As she had taken a step back, and stuck out her tongue at her friend.

Hermione didn't have much experience with good natured teasing, but she did recognize it as such and decided to play along and let out a heavy sigh. "I know, but my parents will not let me get one. I have been on the lookout for a reading lamp with green tinted glass as well, but they are impossible to find."

Luna just smiled at her friend. "Guess what we're doing today." As she bounced up and down from excitement."

Xenophilius looked at his daughter disappearing upstairs. "I do believe I forgot to introduce myself yesterday, terrible rude of me. Xenophilius Lovegood." As he offered his hand.

Mr. Granger shook his hand. "Adam Granger. Pleased to meet you. I must say it is good to see that my daughter has friends, haven't seen her this happy, since her first week of school."

"I know what you mean; my daughter has been a bit of a loner as well, so it is certainly refreshing."

Adam took a step back with a gesture towards the kitchen. "Want a spot of tea while waiting for them to come back down?"

Adam saw his daughter off from the door. He was glad to have spent a little time talking with Xenophilius, as he assumed that they would probably see much of the Lovegoods if his daughter were any indication, the two girls looked thick as thieves as they entered the kitchen. He had been impressed with Xenophilius, he had shown a level of compassion that was rare these days saving that boy from abuse and then taking him in. It was delightfully cruel to take him clothes shopping with two girls who would get to play dress up with an actual person. Adam wasn't an evil man by any stretch of imagination, but you had to have a bit of a sadistic streak to become a dentist. The image of the boy being dragged around by the two girls gave him the same satisfaction as seeing the face of clients, when they were told they were to have a root canal done.

The expectations of the dentist were shattered by reality. Harry was standing in the dressing room as trying on a pair of pants that Hermione had picked out. It was actually fairly fun. It was a lot faster for than he expected, the sheer speed they moved at while going from one store to the next alone baffled him, he wasn't aware that the girls could move that fast while dragging him by the hands. He had to try on a lot of clothes and show how it fit after each change, but there weren't any time spent browsing for something and they both had a taste in clothes he could agree with.

He exited the dressing room wearing a tan polo shirt and a pair of dark blue khaki pants. The judges panel were looking him over, and both gave the shirt a thumbs down. They had already found all the clothes he needed for school and a few sets that he would grow into over the year, time travel had a few advantages, and they knew that he wouldn't start on his growth spurt until the end of the third year. Now they were working of some every day clothes.

Harry turned towards the dressing room again as he pulled the shirt over his head. The two girls were strangely quiet as he was about to turn and draw the curtain shut to try on the next set. When Hermione started addressing him, "Harry, what is that on your back?"

Harry looked dumbly at the two, there weren't anything on his back as far as he was aware, he had a scar from the Horntail but that wasn't supposed to be there since it hadn't technically happened yet. Hermione strode over and grabbed his arm pulling him into the dressing room with his back to the large mirror, then pointed. "Look."

Harry looked at the mirror, between his shoulder blades three black rings were interlinked with some sort of writing inside them. It looked a little like a tattoo, but it was much darker than any tattoo he had ever seen. Harry was dumbstruck for a moment; there really were only one explanation to this, "I've never seen that before, it probably has something to do with the time travel."

Hermione nodded and looked at Luna, who looked thoughtful, "I don't have one of those."

Harry looked at Hermione for a moment before asking, "Do you have one like it."

"I-I do not know." She turned her back towards the mirror and pulled at the back of her blouse revealing the top of the rings, she instantly let go as if burned. "What the bleeding hell is that."

Harry smirked. "Hermione, language."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Honestly Harry, now is not the time."

"That has never stopped you before." Harry was doing an impression of the Cheshire Cat.

Luna succumbing to her curiosity had pressed into the dressing room which was getting a little cramped with the chair with clothes of it and now the three of them. She pulled down in her shirt as well revealing the same tattoo. "Well that is new, never had that before." As she smiled at her friends.

Xenophilius had caught on that something was going on and had gone over the dressing room. Amused by the sight of the children pressed together in the small room, "What's all this then?"

Hermione pointed at the tattoo on Harry who had his back to Xenophilius after turning to look in the mirror. "That."

"What?" Xenophilius studied the area she had pointed to, afraid that the kid might have scarring or bruising from the abuse, thankfully Harry's back was free of any marks. "Don't see anything. Now hurry up so I can pay for the clothes, we have one more stop before going home."

The three looked at each other for a moment before Luna whispered. "He can't see it. We need to talk about this later than."

Xenophilius was had shrunk all the bags as they were exiting the store, London was on the verge of becoming a dangerous town to do magic in even without people around. Recently there had been a lot of controversy about closed circuit cameras being installed, He had done an article in the Quibbler about it, as it would become dangerous with doing magic in the open if everything was being recorded, with physical evidence it would be even harder to avoid breaches of the Statue of Secrecy. Because of the article and a previous one he had done on the television, the Department of Mysteries had contacted him to offer him a consultant position about muggle technology and the interaction with magic. He had so far declined it; he had a newspaper to run after all.

He guided the children into the optician, "Right, Harry you're going to get an exam and then we're going to order you some new glasses, I doubt those fit your prescription."

Harry was surprised to learn just how wrong the glasses were for him, once he had tried on the glasses made of multiple lenses to simulate his how the new ones would be; it had been as if a fog had been lifted. He wasn't even aware how blurry the world actually were with his old glasses. Now that he had seen clearly, his old glasses were bugging him. Hermione had been the one to pick out his new frame. It was a titanium wire embedded into the glass, so the frame was only over his nose and at on the sides. Titanium frames were expensive it seemed, Harry had boggled when he learned the price of the glasses and had insisted that Xenophilius weren't the one paying for them. Hermione had translated the pound sterling to galleons for him since he never had money of his own for the muggle world so he wasn't aware of the exchange rate. The bloody spectacles had cost 17 Galleons; the lenses themselves were about 14 galleons with the frame taking up the rest of the price.

"So does the magical world not have any opticians?" Harry looked over his shoulder at the store as they headed back towards the Leaky Cauldron to use the floo. He had never considered that his spectacles given to him through state healthcare five years ago would no longer match his prescription. Not only that, but he had to have multiple strengths in each lens to be able to read properly. He was worried that having a reading field would affect his ability to play as a seeker, and was hoping that perhaps there was a magical solution to the problem. Quidditch was the only real hobby he had and he would like to be able to continue playing once they got started on Hogwarts again. He enjoyed spending time in the library with Hermione and since their fourth year Luna, but there was only so much reading he could handle doing. Of course that might not be the case with the new specs, the optician had said that with his old ones he would become tired and be more prone to headaches as he had to strain his eyes to keep things in focus. So perhaps he could indeed spend all his time reading, but he would love to be able to play Quidditch as he enjoyed the flying and being a competitive person, the rush of victory.

Xenophilius smiled, the boy was obviously very interested in the world of magic, "Well on that particular field the magic community has fallen behind the muggles. With the emergence better and more accurate instrumentation for crafting lenses, the muggle glasses and frames are now vastly ahead of the magical counterparts. Especially as alloys and compounds has become the common place to use in frames. The magic for optics are several limitations, amongst other things is that you can only have a single charm on the glass, meaning people that need multiple strengths such as yourself, would have a subpar experience with magical glasses."

Harry nodded and looked thoughtful for a moment. "You say that it's a charm that is used for it. Can it only be used on glass?"

"Well, you can use it on any transparent medium." Xenophilius grinned. "Well you can use it on things that aren't transparent as well, but as you cannot see through that the charm wouldn't help much."

Harry had a huge smile and walked with a faraway look in his eyes for a minute. Luna and Hermione looked at each other and rolled their eyes. That look could only mean one thing. Quidditch.

Hermione never understood his obsession with playing that game; of course with her intense fear of flying she couldn't understand how anyone could enjoy that. Part of her was happy that Harry had something he enjoyed on the side, they spent a large amount of time in the library together, and she had often questioned herself about if Harry enjoyed spending time in there as much as she did. Even with the constant assurances from him that he did like it. Another part disliked it not just, because the sport was dangerous, but because it was time he was not spending with her.

They arrived at the Leaky Cauldron, after a quick explanation on how the floo worked since Xenophilius didn't know that Harry and Hermione knew what it was, they were off to the Lovegood house, aptly named The Rookery.

Luna and Hermione had gone through first, as they arrived, Luna took a step to the left and Hermione arriving seconds later took on to the right. Harry was rocketed from the fire moments later, with the two girls having placed themselves on either side to grab his arms, to prevent the usual tumble on the floor that Harry seemed to suffer every single time.

Harry gave a sheepish smile as he righted himself before brushing sot off his clothes. Xenophilius arrived moments later. "Welcome Harry to your new home."

Harry looked around, it wasn't the first time they had been in the house. To his surprise the room they were in seemed much bigger, it was a large circular room. Harry guessed it was the entire base of the house, one single room save for a door to a room below the stairs that snaked up round the far wall. Harry surmised that it was probably a lavatory.

Luna watched her two companions look at the room in wide-eyed wonder, she knew they had been here before and that it certainly hadn't looked like this. She leaned forwards to pop her head in between them. "Expansion charms."

A small "Oh" came from Hermione.

"You where here while I was a house guest at the Malfoy's right?" Both nodded in confirmation, before Luna continued. "The charm was mummy's idea, she would allow daddy to pick the house if she did the interior."

Harry whispered back, "Then why?"

"A charm like this requires regular recharging, daddy was so distraught that he forgot to recharge it."

Hermione looked at all the things in the large room. "So it seemed so cluttered when we were here, because it was furnished for something much larger then compressed?"

Luna just nodded, as Xenophilius guided them upstairs to the room that was to become Harry's.

Harry went into the room with the now un-shrunk bags to be settled, while Xenophilius headed downstairs again to let the boy get acclimated without him looming over him.

Luna and Hermione wandered off to Luna's room while Harry was sorting his things and carefuly refolding his clothes as he took them out of the bags. After spending so many years being the one who kept order at the Durley's he had become used to things being neat.

Hermione shot a glance at the bare wall where the beautiful mural had been, would be, might be? could be? She hated tense problems at something that had not happened and might not happen, but had happened in another time, made things confusing.

As she turned her head back towards Luna, she caught the girl with her shirt over her head in process of freeing her arms from the garment. As it dropped to the floor her curiosity get the better of her. "Why is your shirt on your floor?"

"Why is yours still on you?" Came the cheeky reply from the small blonde.

"I- Uh- That is-" She sighed in defeat, this was Luna there was no arguing with her, and Hermione removed her own shirt.

Luna grabbed a piece of paper. "Turn around."

Hermione made the connection, her mind had been distracted with the possibilities of large scale expansion charms that she had momentarily forgotten about what happened in the dressing room. She gave an involuntary shudder as small and slightly cold fingers traced the skin between her shoulder blades. Moments later, she could hear the scratching of a pencil on paper.

In that moment Harry entered the room, he had in a single motion opened the door and taken a step in. Hermione was standing without her shirt in just her training bra and Luna standing with nothing up top but mercifully covered by the Hermione standing between her and the door.

Harry sputtered for a moment then mechanically took a step back and shut the door again, turning and then leaning towards the door. He was expecting irate females to come out and hurt him momentarily. All the while trying to erase the picture of Hermione like that from his mind, he would much rather remember her as she was in the tent, when he had snuck in glances at her while in various states of undress, the tent didn't offer that much in the way of privacy. Of course there also was the best memory of the cold and shivering Hermione after the trip into that small lake in the Forest of Dean, where they had both quickly undressed and huddled together for warmth. He held that mental image for a few moments as it banished the younger Hermione from his mind.

A few minutes passed until he hear Hermione though the door. "Harry, you can come in now." He had expected anger in her voice, but found nothing as he entered the two girls were trying hard to keep standing as they were laughing hard as his discomfort.

"Now you have seen us without with out our shirts, turnabout is fair play, drop the shirt Potter." Hermione commanded, still a little winded from laughing.

As punishments go, this was fairly benign, so Harry just shrugged and removed his overly large shirt, he wanted to have a bath and wash out the stink of the Dursley's before he put on his new clothes.

Hermione strode over to him, clasped a hand on him shoulder and turned him around.

Harry could hear the ruffling of paper behind him. Hermione piped up. "It is definitely the same tattoo." Harry let out a small "Ah" at the realization of what they had been doing struck him. He turned around and looked at the paper, marveling at the amount of details Luna had captured from it.

Luna looked at the paper with a thoughtful expression. "Well we all have the same tattoo, it wasn't there before."

"Are you sure that you did not have it before and just did not notice?" Hermione traced a finger around one of the circles on the drawing.

"Yes, it wasn't there before."

"So, where does that leave us? This might be the key to why we are going through loops of time." Harry shrugged his shirt back on. "And what is those snake things?" As he took a step towards them and pointed to the paper.

Both Luna an Harry were looking expectantly at Hermione, who rolled her eyes. "Well it's obviously an Ouroboros." Seeing the blank looks on both, she continued. "It symbolizes rebirth and-" In a small voice. "Ethernal return." Hermione was panicking, what if they were doomed to repeat everything forever.

Both Luna and Hermione was looking a little pale, Harry was having none of that, Hermione especially had a way of coming to some rather depressing conclusions, and would need a nudge to get started again. "What other meanings does it have?"

Hermione snapped out of her panic induced state. "Well it's often depicted in alchemy texts."

Harry smirked. "Wasn't aware that alchemy was taught at Hogwarts."

Hermione shook her head. "It is not, but I researched it a little as Albus Dumbledore is an alchemist of some renown."

Harry's eyes widened. "The frog card."

Hermione copied the expression. Leaving Luna in the dark for a moment before Hermione explained it. "On Dumbledore's chocolate frog card it says that he was apprenticed to the famous alchemist Nicholas Flamel."

Luna picked up the connection. "Whose Philosopher's Stone will be at Hogwarts this year."

That seemed too convenient to be a coincident and Nicolas himself would be at the school at least once during the year, hopefully they could procure some answers.

Harry satisfied that they were at least onto something now moved on. "What about the runes then?"

Luna frowned. "Well they are obviously Nordic in origin; Nordic runes are part of the seventh year curriculum so you two probably don't know much about them. I have had it a few times, but I don't recognize the configuration. They do not form any rune word I have seen before."

Hermione had a gleam in her eyes. "Well we just have to-" Both Harry and Luna cut her off as they chorused, "Research it."

They did not have any material they could use for the research and would be unable to go to Diagon Alley for another week. Therefore, they spent the rest of the afternoon with idle chatter and continued after dinner until Hermione had to go home, in the eyes of the adults she was eleven and she had school tomorrow so she had to go rather early.

A/N:

The tattoo on the time traveling three can be found as the story picture but also here in a higher resolution (Link also found on my profile): rl DOT zxr DOT dk /FF/Ouroboros DOT png

20k+ words in and there has been almost no magic, don't fret. Next Chapter titled Introduction of the World of Magic will have plenty.

Also yet another chapter that only spans over hours that can be counted on your fingers. (at least this was slightly more time covered than the others) We will be picking up the pace now until we get to Hogwarts.

NB: There is a poll up on my profile that will have an impact on the chapters. It will close in two weeks and will determine if the story will have descriptions of Quidditch matches instead of just being mentioned in passing. (If it is voted to just being mentioned, I will make a companion story to this that holds the actual match descriptions, so voting No Quidditch will not remove any content from the story, and anything that happens during a match that has an actual impact on the story will be in the story itself.)

All right so, money in the world of Loopy Lovegood.

If one look up a bullion (1 ounce/28 gram gold coin) which is what I assume a Galleon would be based on they go for 1270€ or 1660$ (Using today's values rather not spend the time digging up what the value was in 1991)

These coins are supposedly worth 5 £ according to JKR, so let's be generous as say it's a 1/10th ounce coin and it's 10 carat (417 fine) that's 1270€ / (1 / (0.999*0.417)) * 0.1 = 52,91 € which would be 44.39 £

That is still a lot more than the 5 Pound Sterling she says it should be, I doubt that we'd go below 417 fine, going lower and it would hardly be a gold coin anymore.

Coupled with the fact that a wand, the most important tool for a wizard costs 7 Galleons, it just doesn't make sense if a Galleon is 5£ especially considering there are people using hand-me-down wands.

Then there is the fact that Molly takes out a wooping 1 Galleon out of the family vault, why on earth would she even go down there for a fiver? That is not even enough to feed her family for a day.

The coin should be worth more than the materials it's made from else it will disappear from circulation due to people melting it down, so putting Galleons to be worth 50£, that makes a Sickle 2.92£ and a Knut 0.10£

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