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â€œDumbledore wants you taught what it feels like,â€ said Moody, his magical eye swiveling onto Hermione and fixing her with an eerie, unblinking stare. â€œIf you'd rather learn the hard way - when someone's putting it on you so they can control you completely - fine by me. You're excused. Off you go.â€
He pointed one gnarled finger toward the door. Hermione went very pink and muttered something about not meaning that she wanted to leave. Harry and Ron grinned at each other. They knew Hermione would rather eat bubotuber pus than miss such an important lesson.
Moody began to beckon students forward in turn and put the Imperius Curse upon them. Harry watched as, one by one, his classmates did the most extraordinary things under its influence. Dean Thomas hopped three times around the room, singing the national anthem. Lavender Brown imitated a squirrel. Neville performed a series of quite astonishing gymnastics he would certainly not have been capable of in his normal state. Not one of them seemed to be able to fight off the curse, and each of them recovered only when Moody had removed it.
â€œPotter,â€ Moody growled, â€œyou next.â€
Harry moved forward into the middle of the classroom, into the space that Moody had cleared of desks. Moody raised his wand, pointed it at Harry, and said, â€œImperio!â€
It was the most wonderful feeling. Harry felt a floating sensation as every thought and worry in his head was wiped gently away, leaving nothing but a vague, untraceable happiness. He stood there feeling immensely relaxed, only dimly aware of everyone watching him.
And then he heard Mad-Eye Moody's voice, echoing in some distant chamber of his empty brain: Jump onto the deskâ€¦jump onto the deskâ€¦
Harry bent his knees obediently, preparing to spring.
Jump onto the desk.â€¦
Why, though? Another voice had awoken in the back of his brain.
Stupid thing to do, really, said the voice.
Jump onto the desk.â€¦
No, I don't think I will, thanks, said the other voice, a little more firmlyâ€¦no, I don't really want to.â€¦
The next thing Harry felt was considerable pain. He had both jumped and tried to prevent himself from jumping - the result was that he'd smashed headlong into the desk knocking it over, and, by the feeling in his legs, fractured both his kneecaps.
â€œNow, that's more like it!â€ growled Moody's voice, and suddenly, Harry felt the empty, echoing feeling in his head disappear. He remembered exactly what was happening, and the pain in his knees seemed to double.
â€œLook at that, you lotâ€¦Potter fought! He fought it, and he damn near beat it! We'll try that again, Potter, and the rest of you, pay attention - watch his eyes, that's where you see it - very good, Potter, very good indeed! They'll have trouble controlling you!â€
â€œThe way he talks,â€ Harry muttered as he hobbled out of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class an hour later (Moody had insisted on putting Harry through his paces four times in a row, until Harry could throw off the curse entirely), â€œyou'd think we were all going to be attacked any second.â€
â€œYeah, I know,â€ said Ron, who was skipping on every alternate step. He had had much more difficulty with the curse than Harry, though Moody assured him the effects would wear off by lunchtime. â€œTalk about paranoidâ€¦â€ Ron glanced nervously over his shoulder to check that Moody was definitely out of earshot and went on. â€œNo wonder they were glad to get shot of him at the Ministry. Did you hear him telling Seamus what he did to that witch who shouted â€˜Booâ€™ behind him on April Foolsâ€™ Day? And when are we supposed to read up on resisting the Imperius Curse with everything else we've got to do?â€
All the fourth years had noticed a definite increase in the amount of work they were required to do this term. Professor McGonagall explained why, when the class gave a particularly loud groan at the amount of Transfiguration homework she had assigned.
â€œYou are now entering a most important phase of your magical education!â€ she told them, her eyes glinting dangerously behind her square spectacles. â€œYour Ordinary Wizarding Levels are drawing closer -â€
â€œWe don't take O.W.L.s till fifth year!â€ said Dean Thomas indignantly.
â€œMaybe not, Thomas, but believe me, you need all the preparation you can get! Miss Granger remains the only person in this class who has managed to turn a hedgehog into a satisfactory pincushion. I might remind you that your pincushion, Thomas, still curls up in fright if anyone approaches it with a pin!â€
Hermione, who had turned rather pink again, seemed to be trying not to look too pleased with herself.
Harry and Ron were deeply amused when Professor Trelawney told them that they had received top marks for their homework in their next Divination class. She read out large portions of their predictions, commending them for their unflinching acceptance of the horrors in store for them - but they were less amused when she asked them to do the same thing for the month after next; both of them were running out of ideas for catastrophes.
Meanwhile Professor Binns, the ghost who taught History of Magic, had them writing weekly essays on the goblin rebellions of the eighteenth century. Professor Snape was forcing them to research antidotes. They took this one seriously, as he had hinted that he might be poisoning one of them before Christmas to see if their antidote worked. Professor Flitwick had asked them to read three extra books in preparation for their lesson on Summoning Charms.
Even Hagrid was adding to their workload. The Blast-Ended Skrewts were growing at a remarkable pace given that nobody had yet discovered what they ate. Hagrid was delighted, and as part of their â€œproject,â€ suggested that they come down to his hut on alternate evenings to observe the skrewts and make notes on their extraordinary behavior.
â€œI will not,â€ said Draco Malfoy flatly when Hagrid had proposed this with the air of Father Christmas pulling an extra-large toy out of his sack. â€œI see enough of these foul things during lessons, thanks.â€
Hagrid's smile faded off his face.
â€œYeh'll do whaâ€™ yer told,â€ he growled, â€œor I'll be takinâ€™ a leaf outta Professor Moody's book.â€¦I hear yeh made a good ferret, Malfoy.â€
The Gryffindors roared with laughter. Malfoy flushed with anger, but apparently the memory of Moody's punishment was still sufficiently painful to stop him from retorting. Harry, Ron, and Hermione returned to the castle at the end of the lesson in high spirits; seeing Hagrid put down Malfoy was particularly satisfying, especially because Malfoy had done his very best to get Hagrid sacked the previous year.
When they arrived in the entrance hall, they found themselves unable to proceed owing to the large crowd of students congregated there, all milling around a large sign that had been erected at the foot of the marble staircase. Ron, the tallest of the three, stood on tiptoe to see over the heads in front of them and read the sign aloud to the other two:
THE DELEGATIONS FROM BEAUXBATONS AND DURMSTRANG WILL BE ARRIVING AT 6 O'CLOCK ON FRIDAY THE 30TH OF OCTOBER. LESSONS WILL END HALF AN HOUR EARLY-
â€œBrilliant!â€ said Harry. â€œIt's Potions last thing on Friday! Snape won't have time to poison us all!â€
STUDENTS WILL RETURN THEIR BAGS AND BOOKS TO THEIR DORMITORIES AND ASSEMBLE IN FRONT OF THE CASTLE TO GREET OUR GUESTS BEFORETHE WELCOMING FEAST.
â€œOnly a week away!â€ said Ernie Macmillan of Hufflepuff, emerging from the crowd, his eyes gleaming. â€œI wonder if Cedric knows? Think I'll go and tell him.â€¦â€
â€œCedric?â€ said Ron blankly as Ernie hurried off.
â€œDiggory,â€ said Harry. â€œHe must be entering the tournament.â€
â€œThat idiot, Hogwarts champion?â€ said Ron as they pushed their way through the chattering crowd toward the staircase.
â€œHe's not an idiot. You just don't like him because he beat Gryffindor at Quidditch,â€ said Hermione. â€œI've heard he's a really good student - and he's a prefect.â€
She spoke as though this settled the matter.
â€œYou only like him because he's handsome,â€ said Ron scathingly.
â€œExcuse me, I don't like people just because they're handsome!â€ said Hermione indignantly.
Ron gave a loud false cough, which sounded oddly like â€œLockhart!â€
The appearance of the sign in the entrance hall had a marked effect upon the inhabitants of the castle. During the following week, there seemed to be only one topic of conversation, no matter where Harry went: the Triwizard Tournament. Rumors were flying from student to student like highly contagious germs: who was going to try for Hogwarts champion, what the tournament would involve, how the students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang differed from themselves.
Harry noticed too that the castle seemed to be undergoing an extra-thorough cleaning. Several grimy portraits had been scrubbed, much to the displeasure of their subjects, who sat huddled in their frames muttering darkly and wincing as they felt their raw pink faces. The suits of armor were suddenly gleaming and moving without squeaking, and Argus Filch, the caretaker, was behaving so ferociously to any students who forgot to wipe their shoes that he terrified a pair of first-year girls into hysterics.
Other members of the staff seemed oddly tense too.
â€œLongbottom, kindly do not reveal that you can't even perform a simple Switching Spell in front of anyone from Durmstrang!â€ Professor McGonagall barked at the end of one particularly difficult lesson, during which Neville had accidentally transplanted his own ears onto a cactus.
When they went down to breakfast on the morning of the thirtieth of October, they found that the Great Hall had been decorated overnight. Enormous silk banners hung from the walls, each of them representing a Hogwarts House: red with a gold lion for Gryffiindor, blue with a bronze eagle for Ravenclaw, yellow with a black badger for Hufflepuff, and green with a silver serpent for Slytherin. Behind the teachersâ€™ table, the largest banner of all bore the Hogwarts coat of arms: lion, eagle, badger, and snake united around a large letter H.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat down beside Fred and George at the Gryffindor table. Once again, and most unusually, they were sitting apart from everyone else and conversing in low voices. Ron led the way over to them.
â€œIt's a bummer, all right,â€ George was saying gloomily to Fred. â€œBut if he won't talk to us in person, we'll have to send him the letter after all. Or we'll stuff it into his hand. He can't avoid us forrever.â€
â€œWho's avoiding you?â€ said Ron, sitting down next to them.
â€œWish you would,â€ said Fred, looking irritated at the interruption.
â€œWhat's a bummer?â€ Ron asked George.
â€œHaving a nosy git like you for a brother,â€ said George.
â€œYou two got any ideas on the Triwizard Tournament yet?â€ Harry asked. â€œThought any more about trying to enter?â€
â€œI asked McGonagall how the champions are chosen but she wasn't telling,â€ said George bitterly. â€œShe just told me to shut up and get on with transfiguring my raccoon.â€
â€œWonder what the tasks are going to be?â€ said Ron thoughtfully. â€œYou know, I bet we could do them, Harry. We've done dangerous stuff before.â€¦â€
â€œNot in front of a panel of judges, you haven't,â€ said Fred. â€œMcGonagall says the champions get awarded points according to how well they've done the tasks.â€
â€œWho are the judges?â€ Harry asked.
â€œWell, the Heads of the participating schools are always on the panel,â€ said Hermione, and everyone looked around at her, rather surprised, â€œbecause all three of them were injured during the Tournament of 1792, when a cockatrice the champions were supposed to be catching went on the rampage.â€
She noticed them all looking at her and said, with her usual air of impatience that nobody else had read all the books she had, â€œIt's all in Hogwarts, A History. Though, of course, that book's not entirely reliable. A Revised History of Hogwarts would be a more accurate title. Or A Highly Biased and Selective History of Hogwarts, Which Glosses Over the Nastier Aspects of the School.â€
â€œWhat are you on about?â€ said Ron, though Harry thought he knew what was coming.
â€œHouse-elves!â€ said Hermione, her eyes flashing. â€œNot once, in over a thousand pages, does Hogwarts, A History mention that we are all colluding in the oppression of a hundred slaves!â€
Harry shook his head and applied himself to his scrambled eggs. His and Ron's lack of enthusiasm had done nothing whatsoever to curb Hermione's determination to pursue justice for house-elves. True, both of them had paid two Sickles for a S.P.E.W. badge, but they had only done it to keep her quiet. Their Sickles had been wasted, however; if anything, they seemed to have made Hermione more vociferous. She had been badgering Harry and Ron ever since, first to wear the badges, then to persuade others to do the same, and she had also taken to rattling around the Gryffindor common room every evening, cornering people and shaking the collecting tin under their noses.
â€œYou do realize that your sheets are changed, your fires lit, your classrooms cleaned, and your food cooked by a group of magical creatures who are unpaid and enslaved?â€ she kept saying fiercely.
Some people, like Neville, had paid up just to stop Hermione from glowering at them. A few seemed mildly interested in what she had to say, but were reluctant to take a more active role in campaigning. Many regarded the whole thing as a joke.
Ron now rolled his eyes at the ceiling, which was flooding them all in autumn sunlight, and Fred became extremely interested in his bacon (both twins had refused to buy a S.P.E.W. badge). George, however, leaned in toward Hermione.
â€œListen, have you ever been down in the kitchens, Hermione?â€
â€œNo, of course not,â€ said Hermione curtly, â€œI hardly think students are supposed to -â€
â€œWell, we have,â€ said George, indicating Fred, â€œloads of times, to nick food. And we've met them, and they're happy. They think they've got the best job in the world -â€
â€œThat's because they're uneducated and brainwashed!â€ Hermione began hotly, but her next few words were drowned out by the sudden whooshing noise from overhead, which announced the arrival of the post owls. Harry looked up at once, and saw Hedwig soaring toward him. Hermione stopped talking abruptly; she and Ron watched Hedwig anxiously as she fluttered down onto Harry's shoulder, folded her wings, and held out her leg wearily.
Harry pulled off Sirius's reply and offered Hedwig his bacon rinds, which she ate gratefully. Then, checking that Fred and George were safely immersed in further discussions about the Triwizard Tournament, Harry read out Sirius's letter in a whisper to Ron and Hermione.
Nice try, Harry.
I'm back in the country and well hidden. I want you to keep me posted on everything that's going on at Hogwarts. Don't use Hedwig, keep changing owls, and don't worry about me, just watch out for yourself Don't forget what I said about your scar.
â€œWhy d'you have to keep changing owls?â€ Ron asked in a low voice.
â€œHedwig'll attract too much attention,â€ said Hermione at once. â€œShe stands out. A snowy owl that keeps returning to wherever he's hidingâ€¦I mean, they're not native birds, are they?â€
Harry rolled up the letter and slipped it inside his robes, wondering whether he felt more or less worried than before. He supposed that Sirius managing to get back without being caught was something. He couldn't deny either that the idea that Sirius was much nearer was reassuring; at least he wouldn't have to wait so long for a response every time he wrote.
â€œThanks, Hedwig,â€ he said, stroking her. She hooted sleepily, dipped her beak briefly into his goblet of orange juice, then took off again, clearly desperate for a good long sleep in the Owlery.
There was a pleasant feeling of anticipation in the air that day. Nobody was very attentive in lessons, being much more interested in the arrival that evening of the people from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang; even Potions was more bearable than usual, as it was half an hour shorter. When the bell rang early, Harry, Ron, and Hermione hurried up to Gryffindor Tower, deposited their bags and books as they had been instructed, pulled on their cloaks, and rushed back downstairs into the entrance hall.
The Heads of Houses were ordering their students into lines.
â€œWeasley, straighten your hat,â€ Professor McGonagall snapped at Ron. â€œMiss Patil, take that ridiculous thing out of your hair.â€
Parvati scowled and removed a large ornamental butterfly from the end of her plait.
â€œFollow me, please,â€ said Professor McGonagall. â€œFirst years in frontâ€¦no pushing.â€¦â€
They filed down the steps and lined up in front of the castle. It was a cold, clear evening; dusk was falling and a pale, transparent-looking moon was already shining over the Forbidden Forest. Harry, standing between Ron and Hermione in the fourth row from the front, saw Dennis Creevey positively shivering with anticipation among the other first years.
â€œNearly six,â€ said Ron, checking his watch and then staring down the drive that led to the front gates. â€œHow d'you reckon they're coming? The train?â€
â€œI doubt it,â€ said Hermione.
â€œHow, then? Broomsticks?â€ Harry suggested, looking up at the starry sky.
â€œI don't think soâ€¦not from that far away.â€¦â€
â€œA Portkey?â€ Ron suggested. â€œOr they could Apparate - maybe you're allowed to do it under seventeen wherever they come from?â€
â€œYou can't Apparate inside the Hogwarts grounds, how often do I have to tell you?â€ said Hermione impatiently.
They scanned the darkening grounds excitedly, but nothing was moving; everything was still, silent, and quite as usual. Harry was starting to feel cold. He wished they'd hurry up.â€¦Maybe the foreign students were preparing a dramatic entrance.â€¦He remembered what Mr. Weasley had said back at the campsite before the Quidditch World Cup: â€œalways the same - we can't resist showing off when we get together.â€¦â€
And then Dumbledore called out from the back row where he stood with the other teachers -
â€œAha! Unless I am very much mistaken, the delegation from Beauxbatons approaches!â€
â€œWhere?â€ said many students eagerly, all looking in different directions.
â€œThere!â€ yelled a sixth year, pointing over the forest.
Something large, much larger than a broomstick - or, indeed, a hundred broomsticks - was hurtling across the deep blue sky toward the castle, growing larger all the time.
â€œIt's a dragon!â€ shrieked one of the first years, losing her head completely.
â€œDon't be stupidâ€¦it's a flying house!â€ said Dennis Creevey.
Dennis's guess was closer.â€¦As the gigantic black shape skimmed over the treetops of the Forbidden Forest and the lights shining from the castle windows hit it, they saw a gigantic, powderblue, horse-drawn carriage, the size of a large house, soaring toward them, pulled through the air by a dozen winged horses, all palominos, and each the size of an elephant.
The front three rows of students drew backward as the carriage hurtled ever lower, coming in to land at a tremendous speed - then, with an almighty crash that made Neville jump backward onto a Slytherin fifth year's foot, the horsesâ€™ hooves, larger than dinner plates, hit the ground. A second later, the carriage landed too, bouncing upon its vast wheels, while the golden horses tossed their enormous heads and rolled large, fiery red eyes.
Harry just had time to see that the door of the carriage bore a coat of arms (two crossed, golden wands, each emitting three stars) before it opened.
A boy in pale blue robes jumped down from the carriage, bent forward, fumbled for a moment with something on the carriage floor, and unfolded a set of golden steps. He sprang back respectfully. Then Harry saw a shining, high-heeled black shoe emerging from the inside of the carriage - a shoe the size of a child's sled - followed, almost immediately, by the largest woman he had ever seen in his life. The size of the carriage, and of the horses, was immediately explained. A few people gasped.
Harry had only ever seen one person as large as this woman in his life, and that was Hagrid; he doubted whether there was an inch difference in their heights. Yet somehow - maybe simply because he was used to Hagrid - this woman (now at the foot of the steps, and looking around at the waiting, wide-eyed crowd) seemed even more unnaturally large. As she stepped into the light flooding from the entrance hall, she was revealed to have a handsome, olive-skinned face; large, black, liquid-looking eyes; and a rather beaky nose. Her hair was drawn back in a shining knob at the base of her neck. She was dressed from head to foot in black satin, and many magnificent opals gleamed at her throat and on her thick fingers.
Dumbledore started to clap; the students, following his lead, broke into applause too, many of them standing on tiptoe, the better to look at this woman.
Her face relaxed into a gracious smile and she walked forward toward Dumbledore, extending a glittering hand. Dumbledore, though tall himself, had barely to bend to kiss it.
â€œMy dear Madame Maxime,â€ he said. â€œWelcome to Hogwarts.â€
â€œDumbly-dort,â€ said Madame Maxime in a deep voice. â€œI â€˜ope I find you well?â€
â€œIn excellent form, I thank you,â€ said Dumbledore.
â€œMy pupils,â€ said Madame Maxime, waving one of her enormous hands carelessly behind her.
Harry, whose attention had been focused completely upon Madame Maxime, now noticed that about a dozen boys and girls, all, by the look of them, in their late teens, had emerged from the carriage and were now standing behind Madame Maxime. They were shivering, which was unsurprising, given that their robes seemed to be made of fine silk, and none of them were wearing cloaks. A few had wrapped scarves and shawls around their heads. From what Harry could see of them (they were standing in Madame Maxime's enormous shadow), they were staring up at Hogwarts with apprehensive looks on their faces.
â€œAs Karkaroff arrived yet?â€ Madame Maxime asked.
â€œHe should be here any moment,â€ said Dumbledore. â€œWould you like to wait here and greet him or would you prefer to step inside and warm up a trifle?â€
â€œWarm up, I think,â€ said Madame Maxime. â€œBut ze â€˜orses -â€
â€œOur Care of Magical Creatures teacher will be delighted to take care of them,â€ said Dumbledore, â€œthe moment he has returned from dealing with a slight situation that has arisen with some of his other - er - charges.â€
â€œSkrewts,â€ Ron muttered to Harry, grinning.
â€œMy steeds require - er - forceful â€˜andling,â€ said Madame Maxime, looking as though she doubted whether any Care of Magical Creatures teacher at Hogwarts could be up to the job. â€œZey are very strong.â€¦â€
â€œI assure you that Hagrid will be well up to the job,â€ said Dumbledore, smiling.
â€œVery well,â€ said Madame Maxime, bowing slightly. â€œWill you please inform zis â€˜Agrid zat ze â€˜orses drink only single-malt whiskey?â€
â€œIt will be attended to,â€ said Dumbledore, also bowing.
â€œCome,â€ said Madame Maxime imperiously to her students, and the Hogwarts crowd parted to allow her and her students to pass up the stone steps.
â€œHow big d'you reckon Durmstrang's horses are going to be?â€ Seamus Finnigan said, leaning around Lavender and Parvati to address Harry and Ron.
â€œWell, if they're any bigger than this lot, even Hagrid won't be able to handle them,â€ said Harry. â€œThat's if he hasn't been attacked by his skrewts. Wonder what's up with them?â€
â€œMaybe they've escaped,â€ said Ron hopefully.
â€œOh don't say that,â€ said Hermione with a shudder. â€œImagine that lot loose on the grounds.â€¦â€
They stood, shivering slightly now, waiting for the Durmstrang party to arrive. Most people were gazing hopefully up at the sky.
For a few minutes, the silence was broken only by Madame Maxime's huge horses snorting and stamping. But then -
â€œCan you hear something?â€ said Ron suddenly.
Harry listened; a loud and oddly eerie noise was drifting toward them from out of the darkness: a muffled rumbling and sucking sound, as though an immense vacuum cleaner were moving along a riverbed.â€¦
â€œThe lake!â€ yelled Lee Jordan, pointing down at it. â€œLook at the lake!â€
From their position at the top of the lawns overlooking the grounds, they had a clear view of the smooth black surface of the water - except that the surface was suddenly not smooth at all. Some disturbance was taking place deep in the center; great bubbles were forming on the surface, waves were now washing over the muddy banks -and then, out in the very middle of the lake, a whirlpool appeared, as if a giant plug had just been pulled out of the lake's floor.â€¦
What seemed to be a long, black pole began to rise slowly out of the heart of the whirlpoolâ€¦and then Harry saw the rigging.â€¦
â€œIt's a mast!â€ he said to Ron and Hermione.
Slowly, magnificently, the ship rose out of the water, gleaming in the moonlight. It had a strangely skeletal look about it, as though it were a resurrected wreck, and the dim, misty lights shimmering at its portholes looked like ghostly eyes. Finally, with a great sloshing noise, the ship emerged entirely, bobbing on the turbulent water, and began to glide toward the bank. A few moments later, they heard the splash of an anchor being thrown down in the shallows, and the thud of a plank being lowered onto the bank.
People were disembarking; they could see their silhouettes passing the lights in the ship's portholes. All of them, Harry noticed, seemed to be built along the lines of Crabbe and Goyleâ€¦but then, as they drew nearer, walking up the lawns into the light streaming from the entrance hall, he saw that their bulk was really due to the fact that they were wearing cloaks of some kind of shaggy, matted fur. But the man who was leading them up to the castle was wearing furs of a different sort: sleek and silver, like his hair.
â€œDumbledore!â€ he called heartily as he walked up the slope. â€œHow are you, my dear fellow, how are you?â€
â€œBlooming, thank you, Professor Karkaroff,â€ Dumbledore replied. Karkaroff had a fruity, unctuous voice; when he stepped into the light pouring from the front doors of the castle they saw that he was tall and thin like Dumbledore, but his white hair was short, and his goatee (finishing in a small curl) did not entirely hide his rather weak chin. When he reached Dumbledore, he shook hands with both of his own.
â€œDear old Hogwarts,â€ he said, looking up at the castle and smiling; his teeth were rather yellow, and Harry noticed that his smile did not extend to his eyes, which remained cold and shrewd. â€œHow good it is to be here, how good.â€¦Viktor, come along, into the warmthâ€¦you don't mind, Dumbledore? Viktor has a slight head coldâ€¦â€
Karkaroff beckoned forward one of his students. As the boy passed, Harry caught a glimpse of a prominent curved nose and thick black eyebrows. He didn't need the punch on the arm Ron gave him, or the hiss in his ear, to recognize that profile.
â€œHarry - it's Krum!â€
The Goblet Of Fire
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