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Farewell, Harry Potter. And with a final loud crack, Dobby disappeared. Harry had been to several Hogwarts feasts, but never one quite like this. Everybody was in their pajamas, and the celebration lasted all night. Harry didnt know whether the best bit was Hermione running toward him, screaming You solved it. You solved it. or Justin hurrying over from the Hufflepuff table to wring his hand and apologize endlessly for suspecting him, or Hagrid turning up at half past three, cuffing Harry and Ron so hard on the shoulders that they were knocked into their plates of trifle, or his and Rons four hundred points for Gryffindor securing the House Cup for the second year running, or Professor McGonagall standing up to tell them all that the exams had been canceled as a school treat (Oh, no. said Hermione), or Dumbledore announcing that, unfortunately, Professor Lockhart would be unable to return next year, owing to the fact that he needed to go away and get his memory back. Quite a few of the teachers joined in the cheering that greeted this news. Shame, said Ron, helping himself to a jam doughnut. He was starting to grow on me. The rest of the final term passed in a haze of blazing sunshine. Hogwarts was back to normal with only a few, small differences. Defense Against the Dark Arts classes were canceled (but weve had plenty of practice at that anyway, Ron told a disgruntled Hermione) and Lucius Malfoy had been sacked as a school governor. Draco was no longer strutting around the school as though he owned the place. On the contrary, he looked resentful and sulky. On the other hand, Ginny Weasley was perfectly happy again. Too soon, it was time for the journey home on the Hogwarts Express. Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, and Ginny got a compartment to themselves. They made the most of the last few hours in which they were allowed to do magic before the holidays. They played Exploding Snap, set off the very last of Fred and Georges Filibuster fireworks, and practiced Disarming each other by magic. Harry was getting very good at it. They were almost at Kings Cross when Harry remembered something. Ginny - what did you see Percy doing, that he didnt want you to tell anyone. Oh, that, said Ginny, giggling. Well - Percys got a girlfriend. Fred dropped a stack of books on Georges head. What. Its that Ravenclaw prefect, Penelope Clearwater, said Ginny. Thats who he was writing to all last summer. Hes been meeting her all over the school in secret. I walked in on click the following article kissing in an empty classroom one day. He was so upset when she was - you know - attacked. You wont tease him, will you. she added anxiously. Wouldnt dream of it, said Fred, who was looking like his birthday had come early. Definitely not, said George, sniggering. The Hogwarts Express slowed and finally stopped. Harry pulled out his quill and a bit of parchment and turned to Ron and Hermione. This is called a telephone number, he told Ron, scribbling it twice, tearing the parchment in two, and handing it to them. I told your dad how to use a telephone last summer - hell know. Call me at the Dursleys, okay. I cant stand another two months with only Dudley to talk to. Your aunt and uncle will be proud, though, wont they. said Hermione as they got off the train and joined the crowd thronging toward the enchanted barrier. When they hear what you did this year. Proud. said Harry. Are you crazy. All those times I couldve died, and I didnt manage it. Theyll be furious. And together they walked back through the gateway to the Muggle world. Text copyright © 1998 by J. Rowling. Cover illustration by Olly Moss © 2015 Pottermore Limited Interior illustrations by Mary GrandPré © 1999 by Warner Bros. Harry Potter characters, names and related indicia are trademarks of and © Warner Bros. Ent. 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ISBN 978-1-78110-647-1 TO JILL PREWETT AND AINE KIELY, THE GODMOTHERS OF SWING CONTENTS ONE Owl Post TWO Aunt Marges Big Mistake THREE The Knight Bus FOUR The Leaky Cauldron FIVE The Dementor SIX Talons and Tea Leaves SEVEN The Boggart in the Wardrobe EIGHT Flight of the Fat Lady NINE Grim Defeat TEN The Marauders Map ELEVEN The Firebolt TWELVE The Patronus THIRTEEN Gryffindor Versus Ravenclaw FOURTEEN Snapes Grudge FIFTEEN The Quidditch Final SIXTEEN Professor Trelawneys Prediction SEVENTEEN Cat, Rat, and Dog EIGHTEEN Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs NINETEEN The Servant of Lord Voldemort TWENTY The Dementors Kiss TWENTY-ONE Hermiones Secret TWENTY-TWO Owl Post Again H CHAPTER ONE OWL POST arry Potter was a highly unusual boy in many ways. For one thing, he hated the summer holidays more than pubg game hack other time of year. For another, he really wanted to do his homework but was forced to do it in secret, in the dead of night. And he also happened to be a wizard. It was nearly midnight, and he was lying on his stomach in bed, the blankets drawn right over his head like a tent, a flashlight in one hand and a large leather-bound book (A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot) propped open against the pillow. Harry moved the tip of his eagle-feather quill down the page, frowning as he looked for something pubg gameloop download for pc windows 7 mobile would help him write his essay, Witch Burning in the Fourteenth Century Was Completely Pointless - discuss. The quill paused at the top of a likely-looking paragraph. Harry pushed his round glasses up the bridge of his nose, moved his flashlight closer to the book, and read: Non-magic people (more commonly known as Muggles) were particularly afraid of magic in medieval times, but not very good at recognizing it. On the rare occasion that they did catch a real witch or wizard, burning had no effect whatsoever. 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They were Muggles, and they had a very medieval attitude toward magic. Harrys dead parents, who had been a witch and wizard themselves, were never mentioned under the Dursleys roof. For years, Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon had hoped that if they kept Harry as downtrodden as possible, they would be able to squash the magic out of him. To their fury, they had been unsuccessful. These days they lived in terror of anyone finding out that Harry had spent most of the last two years at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The most they could do, however, was to lock away Harrys spellbooks, wand, cauldron, and broomstick at the start of the summer break, and forbid him to talk to the neighbors. This separation from his spellbooks had been a real problem for Harry, because his teachers at Hogwarts had given him a lot of holiday work. One of the essays, a particularly nasty one about shrinking potions, was for Harrys least favorite teacher, Professor Snape, who would be delighted to have an excuse to give Harry detention for a month. Harry had therefore seized his chance in the first week of the holidays. While Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and Dudley had gone out into the front garden to admire Uncle Vernons new company car (in very loud voices, so that the rest of the street would notice it too), Harry had crept downstairs, picked the lock on the cupboard under the stairs, grabbed some of his books, and hidden them in his bedroom. As long as he didnt leave spots of ink on the sheets, the Dursleys need never know that he was studying magic by night. Harry was particularly keen to avoid trouble with his aunt and uncle at the moment, as they were already in an especially bad mood with him, all because hed received a telephone call from a fellow wizard one week into the school vacation. Ron Weasley, tkl maroc pro apex was one of Harrys best friends at Hogwarts, came from a whole family of wizards. This meant that he knew a lot of things Harry didnt, but had never used a telephone before. Most unluckily, it had been Uncle Vernon who had answered the call. Vernon Dursley speaking. Harry, who happened to be in the room at the time, froze as he heard Rons voice answer. HELLO. HELLO. CAN YOU HEAR ME. I - WANT - TO - TALK - TO - HARRY - POTTER. Ron was yelling so loudly that Uncle Vernon jumped and held the receiver a foot away from his ear, staring at it with an expression of mingled fury and alarm. WHO IS THIS. he roared in the direction of the mouthpiece. WHO ARE YOU. RON - WEASLEY. Ron bellowed back, as though he and Uncle Vernon were speaking from opposite ends of a football field. IM - A - FRIEND - OF - HARRYS - FROM - SCHOOL - Uncle Vernons small eyes swiveled around to Harry, who was rooted to the spot. THERE IS NO HARRY POTTER HERE. he roared, now holding the receiver at arms length, as though frightened it might explode. I DONT KNOW WHAT SCHOOL YOURE TALKING ABOUT. NEVER CONTACT ME AGAIN. DONT YOU COME NEAR MY FAMILY. And he threw the receiver back onto the telephone as if dropping a poisonous spider. The fight that had followed had been one of the worst ever. HOW DARE YOU GIVE THIS NUMBER TO PEOPLE LIKE - PEOPLE LIKE YOU. Uncle Vernon had roared, spraying Harry with spit. Ron obviously realized that hed gotten Harry into trouble, because he hadnt called again. Harrys other best friend from Hogwarts, Hermione Granger, hadnt been in touch either. Harry suspected that Ron had warned Hermione not to call, which was a pity, because Hermione, the cleverest witch in Harrys year, had Muggle parents, knew perfectly well how to use a telephone, and would probably have had enough sense not to say that she went to Hogwarts. So Harry had had no word from any of his wizarding friends for five long weeks, and this summer was turning out to be almost as bad as the last one. There was just one very small improvement - after swearing that he wouldnt use her to send letters to any of his friends, Harry had been allowed to let his owl, Hedwig, out at night. Uncle Vernon had given in because of the racket Hedwig made if she was locked in her cage all the time. Harry finished writing about Wendelin the Weird and paused to listen again. The silence in the dark house was broken only by the distant, grunting snores of his enormous cousin, Dudley. It must be very late, Harry thought. His eyes were itching with tiredness. Perhaps hed finish this essay tomorrow night. He replaced the top of the ink bottle; pulled an old pillowcase from under his bed; put the flashlight, A History of Magic, his essay, quill, and ink inside it; got out of bed; and hid the lot under a loose floorboard under his bed. Then he stood up, stretched, and checked the time on the luminous alarm clock on his bedside table. It was one oclock in the morning. Harrys stomach gave a funny jolt. He had been thirteen years old, without realizing it, for a whole hour. Yet another unusual thing about Harry was how little he looked forward to his birthdays. He had never received a birthday card in his life. The Dursleys had completely ignored his last two birthdays, and he had no reason to suppose they would remember this one. Harry walked across the dark room, past Hedwigs large, empty cage, to the open window. He leaned on the sill, the cool night air pleasant on his face after a long time under the blankets. Hedwig had been absent for two nights now. Harry wasnt worried about her: Shed been gone this long before. But he hoped shed be back soon - she was the only living creature in this house who didnt flinch at the sight of him. Harry, though still rather small and skinny for his age, had grown a few inches over the last year. His jet-black hair, however, was just as it always had been - stubbornly untidy, whatever he did to it. The eyes behind his glasses were bright green, and on his forehead, clearly visible through his hair, was a thin scar, shaped like a bolt of lightning. Of all the unusual things about Harry, this scar was the most extraordinary of all. It was not, as the Dursleys had pretended for ten years, a souvenir of the car crash that had killed Harrys parents, because Lily and James Potter had not died in a car crash. They had been murdered, murdered by the most feared Dark wizard for a hundred years, Lord Voldemort. Harry had escaped from the same attack with nothing more than a scar on his forehead, where Voldemorts curse, instead of killing him, had rebounded upon its originator. Barely alive, Voldemort had fled. But Harry had come face-to-face with him at Hogwarts. Remembering their last meeting as he stood at the dark window, Harry had to admit he was lucky even to have reached his thirteenth birthday. He scanned the starry sky for a sign of Hedwig, perhaps soaring back to him with a dead mouse dangling from her beak, expecting praise. Gazing absently over the rooftops, it was a few seconds before Harry realized what he was seeing. Silhouetted against the golden moon, and growing larger every moment, was a large, strangely lopsided creature, and it was flapping in Harrys direction. He stood quite still, watching it sink lower and lower. For a split second he hesitated, his hand on the window latch, wondering whether to slam it shut. But then the bizarre creature soared over one of the street lamps of Privet Drive, and Harry, realizing what it was, leapt aside. Through the window soared three owls, two of them holding up the third, which appeared to be unconscious. They landed with a soft flump on Harrys bed, and the middle owl, which was large and gray, keeled right over and lay motionless. There was a large package tied to its legs. Harry recognized the unconscious owl at once - his name was Errol, and he belonged to the Weasley family. Harry dashed to the bed, untied the cords around Errols legs, took off the parcel, and then carried Errol to Hedwigs cage. Errol opened one bleary eye, gave a feeble hoot of thanks, and began to gulp some water. Harry turned back to the remaining owls. One of them, the large snowy female, was his own Hedwig. She, too, was carrying a parcel and looked extremely pleased with herself. She gave Harry an affectionate nip with her beak as he removed her burden, then flew across the room to join Errol. Harry didnt recognize the third owl, a handsome tawny one, but he knew at once where it had come from, because in addition to a third package, it was carrying a letter bearing the Hogwarts crest. 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A delighted Mr. Weasley told the Daily Prophet, We will be spending the gold on a summer holiday in Egypt, where our eldest son, Bill, works as a curse breaker for Gringotts Wizarding Bank. The Weasley family will be spending a month in Egypt, returning for the start of the new school year at Hogwarts, which five of the Weasley children currently attend. Harry scanned the moving photograph, and a grin spread across his face as he saw all nine of the Weasleys waving furiously at him, standing in front of a large pyramid. Plump little Mrs. Weasley; tall, balding Mr. Weasley; six sons; and one daughter, all (though the black-and-white picture didnt show it) with flaming-red hair. Right in the middle of the picture was Ron, tall and gangling, with his pet rat, Scabbers, on his shoulder and his arm around his little sister, Ginny. Harry couldnt think of anyone who deserved to win a large pile of gold more than the Weasleys, who were very nice and extremely poor. He picked up Rons letter and unfolded it. Dear Harry, Happy birthday. Look, Im really sorry about that telephone call. I hope the Muggles didnt give you a hard time. I asked Dad, and he reckons I shouldnt have shouted. Its amazing here in Egypt. Bills taken us around all the tombs and you wouldnt believe the curses those old Egyptian wizards put on them. Mum wouldnt let Ginny come in the last one. There were all these mutant skeletons in there, of Muggles whod broken in and grown extra heads and stuff. I couldnt believe it when Dad won the Daily Prophet Draw. Seven hundred Galleons. Most of its gone on this trip, but theyre going to buy me a new wand for next year. Harry remembered only too well the occasion when Rons old wand had snapped. It had happened when the car the two of them had been flying to Hogwarts had crashed into a tree on the school grounds. Well be back about a week before term starts and well be going up to London to get my wand and our new books. Any chance of meeting you there. Dont let the Muggles get you down. Try and come to London, P. Percys Head Boy. He got the letter last week. Harry glanced back at the photograph. Percy, who was in his seventh and final year at Hogwarts, was looking particularly smug. He had pinned his Head Boy badge to the fez perched jauntily on top of his neat hair, his hornrimmed glasses flashing in the Egyptian sun. Harry now turned to his present and unwrapped it. Inside was what looked like a miniature glass spinning top. There was another note from Ron beneath it. Harry - this is a Pocket Sneakoscope. If theres someone untrustworthy around, its supposed to light up and spin. Bill says its rubbish sold for wizard tourists and isnt reliable, because it kept lighting up at dinner last night. But he didnt realize Fred and George had put beetles in his soup. Bye - Harry put the Pocket Sneakoscope on his bedside table, where it stood quite still, balanced on its point, reflecting the luminous hands of his clock. He looked at it happily for a few seconds, then picked up the parcel Hedwig had brought. Inside this, too, there was a wrapped present, a card, and a letter, this time from Hermione. Dear Harry, Ron wrote to me and told me about his phone call to your Uncle Vernon. I do hope youre all right. Im on holiday in France at the moment and I didnt know how I was going to send this to you - what if theyd opened it at customs. - but then Hedwig turned up. I think she wanted to make sure you got something for your birthday for a change. I bought your present by owlorder; there was an advertisement in the Daily Prophet (Ive been getting it delivered; its so good to keep up with whats going on in the wizarding world). Did you see that picture of Ron and his family a week ago. I bet hes learning loads. Im really jealous - the ancient Egyptian wizards were fascinating. Theres some interesting local history of witchcraft here, too. Ive rewritten my whole History of Magic essay to include some of the things Ive found out. I hope its not too long - its two rolls of parchment more than Professor Binns asked for. Ron says hes going to be in London in the last week of the holidays. Can you make it. Will your aunt and uncle let you come. I really hope you can. If not, Ill see you on the Hogwarts Express on September first. Love from P. Ron says Percys Head Boy. Ill bet Percys really pleased. Ron doesnt seem too happy about it. Harry laughed as he put Hermiones letter aside and picked up her present. It click the following article very heavy. Knowing Hermione, he was sure it would be a large book full of very difficult spells - but it wasnt. His heart gave a huge bound as he ripped back the paper and saw a sleek black leather case, with silver words stamped across it, reading Broomstick Servicing Kit. Wow, Hermione. Harry whispered, unzipping the case to look inside. There was a large jar of Fleetwoods High-Finish Handle Polish, a pair of gleaming silver Tail-Twig Clippers, a tiny brass compass to clip on your broom for long journeys, and a Handbook of Do-It-Yourself Broomcare. Apart from his friends, the thing that Harry missed most about Hogwarts was Quidditch, the most popular sport in the magical world - highly dangerous, very exciting, and played on broomsticks. Harry happened to be a very good Quidditch player; he had been the youngest person in a century to be picked for one of the Hogwarts House teams. One of Harrys most prized possessions was his Nimbus Two Thousand racing broom. Harry put the leather case aside and picked up his last parcel. He recognized the untidy scrawl on the brown paper at once: This was from Hagrid, the Hogwarts gamekeeper. He tore off the top layer of paper and glimpsed something green and leathery, but before he could unwrap it properly, the parcel gave a strange quiver, and whatever was inside it snapped loudly - as though it had jaws. Harry froze. He knew that Hagrid would never send him anything dangerous on purpose, but then, Hagrid didnt have a normal persons view of what was dangerous. Hagrid had been known to befriend giant spiders, buy vicious, three-headed dogs from men in pubs, and sneak illegal dragon eggs into his cabin. Harry poked the parcel nervously. It snapped loudly again. Harry reached for the lamp on his bedside table, gripped it firmly in one hand, and raised it over his head, ready to strike. Then he seized the rest of the click the following article paper in his other hand and pulled. And out fell - a book. Harry just had time to register Скачать бесплатно counter strike source без регистрации handsome green cover, emblazoned with the golden title The Monster Book of Monsters, before it flipped onto its edge and scuttled sideways along the bed like some weird crab. Uh-oh, Harry muttered. The book toppled off the bed with a loud clunk and shuffled rapidly across the room. Harry followed it stealthily. The book was hiding in the dark space under his desk. Praying that the Dursleys were still fast asleep, Harry got down on his hands and knees and reached toward it. Ouch. The book snapped shut on his hand and then flapped past him, still scuttling on its covers. Harry scrambled around, threw himself forward, and managed to flatten it. Uncle Vernon gave a click, sleepy grunt in the room next door. Hedwig and Errol watched interestedly as Harry clamped the struggling book tightly in his arms, hurried to his chest of drawers, and pulled out a belt, which he buckled tightly around it. The Monster Book rust explosives zombies angrily, but could no longer flap and snap, so Harry threw it down on the bed and reached for Hagrids card. Dear Harry, Happy birthday. Think you might find this useful for next year. Wont say no more here. Tell you when I see you. Hope the Muggles are treating you right. All the best, Hagrid It struck Harry as ominous that Hagrid thought a biting book would come in useful, but he put Hagrids card up next to Rons and Hermiones, grinning more broadly than ever. Now there was only the letter from Hogwarts left. Noticing that it was rather thicker than usual, Harry slit open the envelope, pulled out the first page of parchment within, and read: Dear Mr. Potter, Please note that the new school year will begin on September the first. The Hogwarts Express will leave from Kings Cross station, platform nine and three-quarters, at eleven oclock. Third years are permitted to visit the village of Hogsmeade on certain weekends. Please give the enclosed permission form to your parent or guardian to sign. A list of books for next year is enclosed. Yours sincerely, Deputy Headmistress Harry pulled out the Hogsmeade permission form and looked at it, no longer grinning. It would be wonderful to visit Hogsmeade on weekends; he knew it was an entirely wizarding village, and he had never set foot there. But how on earth was he going to persuade Uncle Vernon or Aunt Petunia to sign the form.
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Parvati was practicing incantations under her notrs while the salt cellar in front of her twitched, Hermione was rereading Achievement in Charming so fast that her eyes appeared blurred, and Neville kept dropping his knife and fork and knocking over the marmalade. Once breakfast Apex patch notes may 22 over, the fifth and seventh years milled around in the entrance hall while the other students went off to lessons. Then, at half-past nine, they were called forward class by class to reenter the Great Hall, which was now arranged exactly as Harry had seen it in the Pensieve when his father, Sirius, and Snape had been taking their O. The four House tables had been removed and replaced instead with many tables for one, all facing the staff-table end of the Hall where Professor McGonagall stood facing them. When they were all seated and quiet she said, You may begin, and turned over an enormous hourglass on the desk beside her, on which were also spare quills, ink bottles, and rolls of parchment. Harry turned over his paper, his heart thumping hard. Three rows to his right and four seats ahead, Hermione was already scribbling. He lowered his eyes to the first question: a) Give the incantation, and b) describe the wand movement required to make objects fly. Patchh had a fleeting memory of a club soaring high into the source and landing loudly on the thick skull of a troll. Smiling slightly, he bent over the paper and began to write. Well, it wasnt too bad, was it. asked Hermione anxiously in the entrance hall two hours later, still clutching the exam paper. Im not sure I did myself justice on Cheering Charms, I just ran out of time - did you put in the countercharm for hiccups. I wasnt sure whether I ought to, it felt like too much - and on question twenty-three - Hermione, said Ron sternly, weve been through this before. Parch not going through every exam afterward, its bad enough doing them once. The fifth years ate lunch with the rest of the school (the four House Apec reappeared over the lunch hour) and then trooped off into the small chamber check this out the Great Latch, where they were nootes wait until called for their practical examination. As small groups of students were called forward in alphabetical order, those left behind muttered incantations and practiced wand movements, occasionally poking one another in the back or eye by mistake. Hermiones name was called. Trembling, she left the chamber with Apec Goldstein, Gregory Goyle, and Daphne Greengrass. Aptch who had already been tested did not return afterward, so Harry and Ron had no idea how Hermione had done. Shell be fine - remember she got a hundred and twelve percent on one of our Charms tests. said Ron. Ten minutes later, Professor Flitwick called, Parkinson, Pansy - Patil, Padma - Patil, Parvati - Potter, Harry. Good luck, said Ron quietly. Harry walked into the Ontes Hall, clutching his wand Apex patch notes may 22 tightly his hand shook. Professor Tofty is free, Potter, squeaked Professor Flitwick, who was standing just inside the door. He pointed Harry toward what looked like the very oldest pattch baldest examiner, who was sitting behind a small table in a far corner, a short distance from Professor Marchbanks, who was halfway through testing Draco Malfoy. Potter, is it. said Professor Tofty, consulting his notes and peering over his pince-nez at Harry as he approached. The famous Potter. Out of the corner of his eye, Harry distinctly saw Patdh throw a scathing look over at him; the wine glass Malfoy had been levitating fell to the floor and smashed. Harry could not suppress a grin. Professor Tofty smiled back at him encouragingly. Thats it, he said in his quavery old voice, no need to be nervous. Now, if I could ask you to take this eggcup and make it do some cartwheels for me. On the whole Harry thought it went rather well; his Levitation Charm was certainly much better than Malfoys had been, though he wished he had not mixed up the incantations for Color-Change and Growth Charms, so that the rat he maay supposed to be turning orange swelled shockingly and was the size of a badger before Harry could rectify his patcch. He was glad Hermione had not been in the Hall at the time and neglected to mention it to her afterward. He could tell Ron, though; Ron had caused a dinner plate to mutate into a large mushroom and had no idea how it had happened. There was no time to relax that night - they went straight to the common room after dinner and submerged themselves in studying for Transfiguration next day. Harry went to bed, his head buzzing with complex spell models and theories. He forgot the definition of a Switching Apex patch notes may 22 during his written exam next morning, but thought his practical could have been a lot worse. At least he managed to vanish the whole of his iguana, whereas poor Hannah Abbott lost her head completely at the next table and somehow managed to multiply her ferret into a flock of flamingos, causing the examination to be halted for ten minutes while the birds were captured and carried out of the Hall. They had their Herbology exam on Wednesday pattch than a small bite from patcch Fanged Geranium, Harry felt he had done reasonably well) and then, on Thursday, Defense Against maay Dark Arts. Here, for the first time, Harry felt sure he had passed. 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