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Aliandris: Maybe sometimes you have to be pragmatic. We will see how and if House Malfoy will survive this story.
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I got some Reviews regarding Harry's disregard for human wand magic and how strong he looks at the moment. I will address this tory wise but thought it a good idea to let you in on some of my ideas. Harry disregards those types of magic because he has grown up differently, but he will soon learn that everything has its advantages and disadvantages. Hogwarts' first year seems like your classic introduction year. Packed with theory and little practical application. I plan to go into more detail in years two and above so there you can witness some struggle. Harry will be on a very strong level combat-wise. He will not be unreachable though.
One Hour before Midnight, the edge of the Forbidden Forest.
Harry was standing with Hagrid around the entrance to the forest. It was the time for Harry's Detention. Some would think, that first-year or even higher-up students should not enter those parts of the Hogwarts Grounds, they were forbidden for a reason. So why was Harry to go with the Gamekeeper to look for an animal that hunts Unicorns? Because that was the headmaster's way to look that he punished him severely without really doing it. Harry had his portkey and better-than-human physique, also his Staff was out like Hagrid had his Crossbow. They could stay together and look for a trail. Hagrid's Dog Fang also joined them on their search.
It was a cold night, fog was around the ground and gave a chilly atmosphere.
"Sorry about all of that Harry, I didn't want to endanger the little Dragon."
"I know Hagrid, I can't fault you, the knowledge about Dragons in the wizarding world is faulty at best and you tried to do your due diligence. Next time just ask someone who knows what they are talking about okay?" Harry smiled at him, after getting over the whole thing he just was glad, that this egg had been returned to someone with a grasp on the topic. He doesn't want to think about what could have happened if it had been different. The two of them walked deeper into the woods, Hagrid pointing out some things to him like the path to the region the Thestrals would usually stay or a mooncalf burrow. He also showed him where he should not go like the area where the territory of Aragogs Clan would begin or the Centaur's part of the forest.
"I tell you Harry, Aragog and his children are okay to me because I was the person who saved him but I would not say they like humans very much" Hagrid explained
Harry had to chuckle about that.
"You know that they are known for eating human flesh? I mean they don't care if you are magical or not. My Ancestors even used exactly that to use them as guards. But at home, there are wards and other fail-safes to mitigate their breeding habits."
Hagrid looked interested as they walked through the forest.
"Professor Dumbledore erected something a week ago, it should help to hold them in their actual territory. They are cannibalistic so they should regulate themselves to some degree. Aragog and his mate are kind of Deciding who lives or dies sometimes."
Hagrid informed Harry before Fang abruptly stood still and sniffed the air. A crack to the left got their attention.
"You stay with Fang Harry. I will look into that noise"
Without waiting for an answer or even that Harry would stay as told he hit the undergrowth.
Fang looked on for a second before charging in the other Direction close to the Centaur area. Harry tried to keep up but without channeling magic through his body that would be difficult with his small legs. Even if he would do that, there was a good chance for him to not react fast enough and hit a tree trunk or maybe even alarm a magical beast to his presence. He did the only thing he could think of and transformed his eyes and pulled out his Staff enlarging it.
He looked around himself only to be met by darkness. His eyes could make out a glint of silver in the distance and not thinking he made his way there.
Arriving in a small clearing he could see a dark creature leaning over the form of a unicorn that still had some life left in him by the movements it made. Twirling his staff Harry sends a Banishment spell at the creature. Unprepared it hissed and was hit to fly away into the darkness. Harry used the moment to point the staff at the wounded unicorn. Hissing furiously in Parseltongue the Incantation of a long Healing Spell while he tried to stay calm. Watching as the wound in the flank of the Unicorn slowly closed itself he was a moment too late to dodge the branch that was thrown at him.
Dazed from the hit he looked around, witnessing the Unicorn slowly standing up and hobbling away slowly the cutter that was sent at his left hip hit him, but thanks to an instinctive reaction and the inner defense only were superficial. Looking into the Red eyes he could make out under the cloak he could feel the magic build up. Again he was too slow to even think of shielding and just stumbled out of the way. It looked like some wand-based magic was useful at least in battle. As the thing flew at him he used his Staff and swung at it. Gettin a firm hit and another sickly sounding crunch. He had fallen on his behind as he heard a crossbow bolt fly over him and after the cloak. Hagrid stood behind him the next moment watching into the Darkness, his Crossbow already prepared with another Bolt.
"You okay there Harry?"
The Gamekeeper asked while still looking into the dark forest. Getting joined by a centaur a second later.
"The creature left the forest for the time being Hagrid. Mister Potter did a good deed today, saving the Unicorn from certain death. Harry nodded but his head hurt. As he reeled to the side for a bit Hagrid caught him now noticing his wounds and bruises.
"You should get Mister Potter beach to the castle Hagrid"
"You are right Firenze, thanks for the help" Hagrid with Harry in his Arms and a reappeared Fang quickly made its way back to the castle. Hagrid delivers Harry straight to the hospital wing. The Matron gave the young wizard a once over, healing the small cuts and giving him a potion against his concussion. Luckily he could sleep in his bed tonight. But he vowed that he should pay more attention in the classes from now on. Maybe he should look into the third and fourth-year material. With that thought, he closed his eyes and let Morpheus claim him.
Somewhere in the Nordic sea. Azkaban Prison
Sirius Black was sitting in his cell like he always has done since that fateful Halloween. His thoughts always focused on how he had failed his best friends by not noticing it before. A Rat as an inner animal. How could they have trusted such a person? Now it was too late and in his rage, he also failed his Godson. He hoped that Dumbledore had protected Harry as Hagrid told him he would. He was so centered on this self-pity that he did not realize what happened outside of his cell. A small group of men or women in battle armor had used their wands to push away the dementors using corporal patroni, after that they blinded all prisoners the highly organized unit made their way to the cell of the man they had searched for.
"Sirius Black?"
Hearing a voice the sordid prisoner looked up only to try to get away from his cell door in the next second hitting his head at the stone wall.
"Who are you?"
"That doesn't matter, what matters is, that some higher-ups think you are innocent or just have the right to defend yourself." They put some potion vials on the ground before him. "Those are some healing potions that will help you off here. We can't help you directly but we will open an opportunity for you. Here on that parchment stand everything. It will self-destruct in exactly one hour. The Plan will start in three. Take it or leave, but I think a certain green-eyed boy would be happy if you take it"
Sirius looked at the parchment unbelievingly, did he dream that everything? But getting out of here, he could look after Harry. See if he needed his help or something. He looked up but the group was gone and he only had the parchment. He quickly read through the instructions and downed the potion vial like it was instructed on it. Feeling the coldness in his bones slowly disappearing he began to reread the instructions over and over again. Not noticing how it was just too silent around him. The Preparation of the special forces team was to rise some complex wards so their magical residue would be covered and to enable the whole operation.
A Mind Arts Specialist had prepared memories of a fight between their target and Sirius Black for the Cover Story. Another day in the Life of the MI7 Agents, nobody would know that they were there. Looking at the cell door of their target they looked into the intelligent eyes of Augustus Rookwood.
"Her Majesty sends her regards" One of them had a blowpipe and a second later a dart was in Rookwoods neck. The Agent looked at his team leader after casting a diagnostic charm.
"Everything looks good Ma'am"
The team leader gave a nod.
"Team, the clock is ticking let's clean up and extract the target"
"Aye Ma'am" she got two short answers.
Two days after the MI7's mission at Azkaban, Great Hall Hogwarts
The students and faculty of Hogwarts were shocked as they read the headline of the daily prophet at the breakfast.
Fights in Azkaban thanks to malfunctioning cell doors. One Inmate is Dead, and one is Missing. Doubts about the guilt of Sirius Black
Dear Readers,
in the morning an express owl arrived at our offices and we got some serious information we have to share with you. From a secret source, we got a report that in Azkaban prison a fight between two inmates had taken place.
Two High-Security Prisoners were involved in a brawl after shouting insults at each other.
According to our source, the Prisoners Rookwood and Black got into a verbal spat. Rookwood accused Black that he was even too stupid to be against the Death Eater movement if his friends had left him to rot. That Pettigrew really did a good job bringing him to Azkaban.
If Rookwood was referring to one Peter Pettigrew that should be killed by Black on that Halloween night, when the Potters were attacked by He-who-must-not-be-named, then we can only ask what really happened on this night. We tried to look for records for a trial but could only find the transportation papers for Black to Azkaban.
Did Britain fail one of its own?
Sirius is the last living member out of the main Black Branch and could be still in Line for the Lordship of House Black.
Lord Malfoy who sat as Regent Black in the Wizengamaot and Minister Fudge could not be reached till our deadline.
After the Azkaban wardens were informed of the fight they could only watch as Rookwood was kissed by a Dementor. The search for Black was without any evidence of where the possible innocent man had gone to.
Director of the DMLE Amelia Bones commented in a short statement, that the investigation was ongoing but could verify that there was no trial for one Sirius Black. Based on those facts and our Laws, Mister Black is regarded as a possible suspect and not an escaped murderer.
What will happen next? We from the Daily Prophet will keep you informed.
Harry laid his newspaper on the table and had to use all his Occlumency skill to hide his smirk. He loved it when a plan worked out. Sayuri looked at him.
"Everything okay Harry?"
"Huh, yes Sayuri. Can you imagine sitting over a decade in this hellhole? Innocent? With all those crazy followers of that Dork Lord?" Harry asked back to get a shaking head of the red-haired witch.
"No. I can't and I could do without such an experience in the near future. What do you say let's meet up before Charms for a short Spar session. Get off some energy?"
Harry nodded and both of them never noticed the gaze of the DADA Professor on both of them. Making their way to an abandoned storage room in the Ravenclaw Tower just some minutes away from the entrance to the common room. In there they had cleared enough space and put down some mats so they could work out with their weapons against each other. What does that exactly mean? That means that Harry would use his Staff against Sayuri's Sword. Both were made out of enchanted wood they could train as they would with reals weapons using a temporary stinging hex enchantment feeling each hit. They started last week crossing weapons and Harry enjoyed it to have someone to train against. What was even better, he was self teached while Sayuri had her Family teach their style to her since she was three. That exactly showed in their first session. Harry could not remember when in his life he had so many bruises from training only. Sayuri had to have some kind of sadistic streak inside her. Each time they stepped into this room, she got that glint in her eyes. Those Amethyst eyes looked at him like a predator, each opening he left open she used to punish him. She did not need to hit him hard thanks to the enchantments but never had one of his classmates could hit him this often even if they could hit him in their mock duels in DADA.
Both of them sat on a table. Sayuri had some sweat on her face and in her hair. Harry though, looked battered. They both had shed their robes while Sayuri stayed in her skirt and shirt. Harry had changed into sweatpants and a T-Shirt. His arms had welts from the hex hits everywhere.
"That was intense as usual Sayuri."
Sayuri looked at him and smiled while she sipped at her drink.
"You are getting better Harry. You are just so stiff. Your upper body is like a stone wall when you should be flexible like water. Maybe I should get you, someone, to teach you Bo Jutsu, then you would understand better."
"That would be great, I mean I try my best here, but you beat me up most of the time. Even smiling all the time. You could say you like hitting me." He looked at her with a raised brow only to see her hide a chuckle behind her hand. "What?"
"Nothing Harry, Ohh look at the time we should go to charms" She looked at her tempus charm.
One hour After Curfew, ForbiddenThird Floor Corridor
Harry looked at the sleeping form of the Gateguard. The Cerberus should not be here. Okay, he had to open a closed door with a spell. A Spell that was on the first-year curriculum. After that, the Cerberus was a good Watchdog sure, but everyone taking their NEWTS in Care would be able to know how to manage them. As long they were unaware of your presence they could be put to sleep with music. Because of that most owners who wanted to use them as Guardians would place special wards around them to make them immune to sound or only listen to a specific tune.
This one though was an easy fellow so after a short animation spell on a trumpet he found in the castle he was through the trap door. Expanding his senses around he quickly found something that looked out of place. Finding a trap door that looked like anyone would see it let him look more profound and more focused to find a part of the wall behind the hellhound that was not feeling as the rest of the room. Sticking to the wall he was moving around the sleeping beast who still enjoyed the trumpet playing a part out of the national anthem on repeat.
Harry inspected that part of the Wall. Pulling out his Staff he used a bit of his blood to use an identification ritual that would show him if something 'in' that wall meant him harm. Coming back negative he strode forward. Like that time that started his magical Journey, he passed through without a problem. Feeling a pull in his navel region he flipped around and had to close his eyes as he could only see colors rushing around him.
Impacting on the hard ground put the air out of Harry's lungs. Slowly opening his eyes he looked at the Ghost of a hooded wizard. You could not say what gender it was, it had the hood pulled so deep into its face and the robe was wide enough to allow some interpretation of what was beneath it. Around him was a cave that looked like it was made out of the Stone the wall was made of.
"Curious that a Third year would find his way here. Well, I did it in my first year even if I started as a fifth year." The ghost spoke with a serene genderless voice looking intrigued at Harry.
"Excuse me but where is 'here'? And I am a first Year to be exact, long story about the change of the reception year and stuff." Harry was looking around again some ghostly blue flames lit up the cave that looked like you could fit in the Great Hall twice but was empty which was reflected in the echo of his voice.
"You are standing in the very foundation of Hogwarts young student. Once, a big source of Ancient Magic resided here, that powered some of the Hogwarts Magics. But over the centuries that had subsided and flowed back into the earth. With the declining rate of students in the castle and the loss of many old druidic rites to saturate the earth with magic, it destabilized some of Hogwarts. Before my Life ended I came back here, to the place the second part of my journey started using my very essence to try to help stabilize the flow of magic. How do you even get here?"
Harry sighed a bit dramatically, why could he not get his questions answered first?
"Erm, I fell through a wall in the third corridor investigating something Headmaster Dumbledore told us."
"Investigating as a first year? Well, that is disturbing. We are currently like one hundred and ten feet below the Dungeons. But I can feel that you are more in tune with your magic than I was in my fifth year. You do the rituals, right?" Harry just nodded as the Ghost seem to pace in the air.
"Well, that is good. It was nearly a year ago, could be the start of your year that somebody had played with the wards of the castle. Disturbing the balance and proving that rift. Luckily the Protection I erected before coming down here to, well, die had dealt with all those other investigating, that were not the right kind of magical to deal help me."
Harry looked a bit flabbergasted but had listened attentively. Looking at the ghost he asked.
"And how I could do that? I mean I will try to help but I am stuck here ain't I?"
The still hooded ghost looked at him for a second before giving Harry a ghostly chuckle.
"I can send you back, I control the wards here. Even if I am not alive. My whole being is bound into that ward I erected. But before let me tell you how before you go back. I think you wanted to go through that obstacle course in the third corridor right?"
"Obstacle Course?"
Harry was puzzled now. What was this ghost talking about? But as the ghost began to explain what little it could feel thanks to the rift. The young Potter had tried to memorize everything that he was told. He would have to venture into this obstacle course at a later date. His next job though, was to prepare the ritual to stabilize Hogwarts, thanks to the ghost he knew that he had roughly two years to prepare and fix the problem with the castle's connection to the Ley Lines. Only if he could purify the connection to the wild magic flowing through the wards, Harry could avoid more magical anomalies. If this one was a small one, his guide, the nameless ghost had told him, that it would get worse.
"One last thing Mister Potter. Once there was a chamber in the dungeons where I and my colleagues congregated to plan the protection of this ancient magic. There you will wind the tome, where we collected the ritual needed for the purification, rerouting, and everything. I am very sorry that I can't help you more, but all that is left of me is needed here where I am at the moment. I hope you can deal with it, maybe you want to get some help or not. Best of Luck Mister Potter!"
Harry wanted to ask so many questions but the ghost just ejected him after the last sentence and he found himself on the fifth floor. Harry's mind was reeling, great another monumental thing on his plate. Were one dark lord and the animal sanctuary not enough?
March 1994, Slytherin vs Ravenclaw
Harry was sitting on his Nimbus looking over the pitch. The match had started a second before still hearing the shrill whistle of Madam Hooch in his head. He had lost sight of the Snitch for a Second, but already got it in his peripheral vision a blink later. Harry looked at the sky. It was cloudy and dark; it could rain in a minute or two. Looking at the Game again he could see a Chaser of Slytherin roughly hit one of the Ravenclaw chasers. Getting an idea he focused in on that chaser who made his way to the Ravenclaw hoops. Dropping into a dive from his elevated position, mimicking the preferred method of the falcon to hunt. Feeling the wind in his face, Harry lay flat on his broom. His vision got a tunnel-like appearance as he was getting faster with each moment. He zeroed in on the Quaffle in the Chaser's arm and punched it out while pushing fast down moonsaulting and hitting the ball with the twig at the end of his broom.
The shocked Chaser did not even know what hit him as the blue blur named Harry pulled up and grazed him for a second destabilizing the Chaser so he could not react in time as the Bludger hit him a second later.
Harry winced a bit as he heard the noise of a cracking rip of the chaser. Shortly after the wince he had to smirk though. He got back into his Position above the field and repeated the variations of the move each time he saw that one of the Slytherins played dirty.
Not that that would lead the Slytherin to a change of tactics, they just tried even harder.
Only to be put down by the Beaters of Ravenclaw who quickly adapted to Harry's playstyle.
Good for them that they had practiced that exact movements and formations after they had scouted the competition at the last of their games. They were Ravenclaws what did they expect? That the brutish approach would work every time? Maybe the Gryffindors or Hufflepuffs would let them play like they used to but not Ravenclaw. They had enough analytical thinking to create a working counter-strategy.
It was no surprise that after Harry caught the snitch ending the game with a 280 Point Difference to the Slytherin Team.
Early April 1994, Hagrids Hut
Harry looked at the Man before him with unmatched respect.
"Mister Scamander, really an honor to meet you."
The now ninety-seven-year-old Magizoologist and author looked at Harry with a kind smile.
"Likewise Mister Potter, Hagrid already told me about the Incident with the dragon. I had thought that the milk of a mother dragon would always be preferable but to know that even can hinder growth is very disturbing." The old wizard looked a bit troubled as he placed his brown leather suitcase on the table. Instinctively bushing back a Bowtruckle in his pocket before it could jump out.
"To be honest we magicals don't understand some of the beasts we are sharing our world with, but a surviving and cribbled dragon is preferable to a dead one. With the right guidance, those problems can even be mitigated. Not fully healed but they would not pass on the ailment." Harry sipped at his tea while Mister Scamander took some notes on parchment.
"Would you be able or open to part with that knowledge so I can Include it in the new edition of my book?" the author asked with a nearly pleading look at Harry.
"I have to think about it, it is not something even allowed in Great Britain at the moment. All those restrictions on magic and breeding. Some creatures would need us before they go extinct and we can't help because of international law."
Newt nodded. But let him continue.
"I maybe am a bit biased as a Speaker of the Serpent and Dragon Tongue, maybe I could even find a way to communicate with all sentient animals, aah I digress. Unfortunately, the horned Serpent, or the King of Snakes the Basilisk has such a bad reputation. I think with some inquisitive thinkers and Arithmancers you could come up with a way to make them harmless enough for them to live their lives. I mean those Basilisk Farms in magical Russia are just animal cruelty."
Newt nodded slowly. "Well they tried with a Parselmouth out of India to improve their conditions, but they never found a way to block the gaze except blinding it."
Harry sighed. "I know, but maybe I will. But let us maybe switch back to our main topic, Hagrid told me you would have something I could help you with Mister Scamander?"
"Newt, If that would be okay for you Mister Potter?"
"Harry, it is then" The young wizard quickly replied to the question, before Mister Scamander took his Suitcase and put it on the ground. Flicking his wand and opening it.
"If you would follow me please?"
Harry nodded and after he got a tour of the different habitats they got into a big cave after entering a little Chinese pagoda. What Harry could already feel let his dangerous senses flare up as he transformed into his Drake form. Newt was looking at him with awe but quickly tried to explain.
"You must feel the wards. Well, that is part of my problem. I have two Runespoors one very elderly now and another one that should be an adult. But Since two or three days ago I have had trouble separating them or they would start to fight against each other. My wards can take some beating but if it does not stop one or both of them would have to go and I am not finished with my research on them. If you could help I would be grateful."
Harry still not changing back looked around and nodded before raising his voice and giving it some more range thanks to magic.
"I heard that two Serpents are inhabiting this place, where are those two?"
Six voices with three coming from his left and right respectively. "A Speaker?" Followed by rumbling till two gigantic three-headed Serpents looked at one Human and a Humand Dragon Hybrid.
Turning to Newt. "Newt, how exactly did you happen to prevent them from biting off the critic's head?"
The Magizoologist smiled. "Intent-based ward carved into the collar of all three heads. I can show you how to do it later"
Harry nodded before looking at both Snakes who were very prepared to attack the barrier that had risen to prevent them from getting closer to the other leaving Newt and Harry with seven square feet between them. They hissed at the other, without really talking words.
Harry expanded his staff and impacted the ground with one end, resulting in a minor earthquake.
"Enough! Are some mangy mutts who spit and growl at the other or are you serpents?"
That got the attention of the six heads that looked at him before the critical head of the older Runespoor spoke.
"And what does a Hachtling Chick crossover want to say?"
Harry smirked before he hissed for two seconds before a greenish bolt hit the head that wanted to intimidate him with words, putting it to sleep instantly.
"As you can see I am more than capable to deal with you. Now. Can somebody explain what is the problem here?"
What followed was one of the most confusing conversations Harry had in his thirteen years on this earth. It took ten minutes to get both Runespoors to come to an opinion on what the problem was exactly. To say that the critical and the dreamer's heads always were arguing was not new till the planner intervened. Harry and Newt watched as the cycle unfolded itself one or two times before Harry had to stop them again. Asking each of the six heads what the problem was. Getting five Opinions out of six would be good under normal circumstances. Looking at it that they were only two beasts gave everything a bit more craziness.
"Well Newt, I am not completely sure but I think the main reason for all that ruckus is that your younger Runespoor wants to see the world or just get his cave for a start because it wants to lay some eggs. The latter is just my interpretation of the Dreamer's rambling about building up an army of minions to overthrow the old geezer." He chuckled while saying the last bit. Newt had out some parchment to take notes again. watching Harry and the two snakes parley, even if he could not understand a thing was fascinating for the older wizard.
"Hmm, I will try out to build up another Cave and separate them. To be honest, that would have been my approach without even asking. I can understand that if you can understand them, Runespoors are not known for their direct manner of speech."
Even Newt chuckled a bit looking at Harry again with a smile.
"Nevertheless Harry, you earned something in return. So how can I help you?"
Harry changed back into his human form and looked pensive for a moment.
"If it would be no bother, I really would like you to show me how I could create something like your Suitcase. I maybe need to expand Potter Island in the coming years if I find more strays like Hagrid's dragon chick. I think I have enough real space to do so and with the help of Erebos and later maybe even Orinda, magical Power should also be adequate. But without Expansion and atmospheric charms, I may run into problems."
Newt nodded. "I have to say, Harry, not surprising and very welcoming that I had judged you right. What you would choose to ask. I had seen your big eyes on the tour through my case. I will look for some of those charms and enchantments and come back to you. Maybe I could even visit in the summer?"
Harry thought about it for a moment before he nodded. "I think that would be good, helpful even. I could show you what I had planned and you could advise me if all creatures roaming my family's abode are cared for. Nothing against my Elves and the Potter Knowledge but maybe some things could be modernized."
"Modernization in the Wizarding World?" Newt asked with a mock surprise.
"Is that possible?" Both had a good laugh after that. It looked like Harry had to make arrangements for the summer.
"Oh Harry, one thing maybe I can even gift you something. I have an appointment in Nicaragua. Some strange things are happening and you know some people say I may be one of the best Magizoologists."
Harry looked at Newt with a curious expression. "Well, That would be great. I mean, The charms and stuff would be enough. But I won't think I would be able to say no to gifts."
He stumbled a bit about Newt's implicated generosity. Growing up with seasoned politicians and at court taught you very much about other living things. Like that, most have a basic instinct to hoard riches. Newt seemed to be completely different.
A/N:
That's it for this chapter.
What do you think about this part of the story? Maybe you even want to guess what Newt could get Harry as a present? I think year one will take me one to three chapters max to finish. After that, I will switch back to the Narutoverse. Currently, I am setting up a Discord Server. At the moment my Naruto-only readers will profit the most from it because the chapters will be uploaded there before I release them here on FFN. They will be in an Alpha state, so before my Beta looked over them, but some PMs told me that some of you are hungry for the chapters. So there you go. The Server will also be the place for the Scenes I don't want to include in the published chapters of my fictions. Yeah, the Kinky Stuff. Also, I can communicate with you guys. Something I have to say I enjoy and the FFN platform is just not providing the right tools for me to do so.
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