"You're really brave." Neville said with heartfelt admiration as he gave Harry a thumbs up and sat down next to him, with Hannah and Susan Bones sitting next to them.
"I thought of it on the spur of the moment, too." Harry mumbled as he felt his face begin to heat up. He really hadn't thought all that much about it or even intended to ask others to follow his example, which was why he didn't say a word, and it was Hermione who realized his intentions in time.
"That's great man, you're leading an example." Ernie Mcmillan said aloud, leaning over and patting Harry on the shoulder, looking at the badge on Harry's chest with an envious look.
"By the way, I wonder what changes have been made in the faculty this year?" Harry said hurriedly, trying to change the subject.
He looked in the direction of the professor's seats - they were not fully occupied yet, but Snape and Professor Slughorn could be seen sitting together, Slughorn looking at Harry with undisguised approval, with his hands clasped together; Snape, on the other hand, had vacant eyes, making it impossible to grasp his emotions. A few seats away, Professor Sprout and Professor of Astronomy Aurora Sinistra talked in whispers, with a distinct smirk on their faces.
"Not all the Professors arrived yet... Well, I guess we're a bit early." Susan stretched her neck and said, "But at least we can be sure that the posts for Potions, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Herbology, and Astronomy won't change too much."
"It's quite strange that Defense Against the Dark Arts professor hasn't changed ...." Ernie and the rest exchanged a meaningful look, and Harry knew that at the moment in the minds of the crowd, the names of the professors of Defense Against the Dark Arts who had come and gone over the years must have flashed through.
But Harry didn't find it strange in his mind, Voldemort was dead, so the shadow hovering over Hogwarts had naturally disappeared.
"You guys, do you think that maybe Slughorn and Snape would actually swap positions with each other? Snape will teach Potions class and Professor Slughorn will teach Defense Against the Dark Arts?"
"Not likely." Harry said immediately.
"Why?" Hannah asked curiously.
Harry's gaze froze, yes, why am I so sure? He couldn't give conclusive proof, he just simply felt that this kind of thing wouldn't happen. He couldn't help but suspect it was due to his recent frequent recollections of what he had seen in the stone Pensieve. "What's the point of asking? He must have got the inside information." A voice interjected.
It was Mafalda, she clutched a small notebook, along with a ballpoint pen that could only be bought in a muggle store in her other hand, her eyes twinkling as she sized him up, seemingly catching a whiff of the scoop.
"Come on." Mafalda said with an inquisitive look on her face, "I think the most likely changes are going to be in the Ancient Runes and Transfiguration class. Professor Hap was assigned as a special envoy of the International Confederation of Wizards some time ago, and he has visited more than a dozen ministries of magic due to it, so he might not have much time to spare in the coming days; the latter - Professor McGonagall probably won't be teaching the students this year, since she is the Headmistress now, isn't that right?"
She rattled off what she knew, then looked at Harry with a probing gaze.
Harry stared back at her, probably realizing that every word he would say next would appear on the Wall of Riddles tabloid, so he decided not to say a word - and he really wasn't sure of the answer, but that didn't stop him from making up plausible rhetoric.
"You'll soon find out, let's keep it a surprise." He said in a vague, almost know-it-all tone. The next second Harry realized he was mimicking Trelawney's speaking pattern, which made him slightly uncomfortable.
Neville obviously took Harry's words as a clue and thought hard for a moment.
"Who could it be?" He frowned and looked at Harry carefully and said, "It should be someone I know, but not someone I can easily associate with enough to make it a surprise ..." Harry looked at him a little nervously, fearing that when the result came out later his big lie would be busted, but Mafalda is present, he could not make a reminder.
At that time Harry thought - this distant relative of Ron's is not here to study, she's always carrying around a sketchpad, like some painters, whose purpose is to collect useful material that can be put into their artwork.
"Could it be Mr. Longbottom? If so, it would be quite a surprise ..." Hannah Abbott speculated.
Harry's mind started to think about the possibility of it.
"No," Neville said with certainty, shaking his head, "because Professor McGonagall really did contact my father about teaching at the school."
"Professor McGonagall invited Mr. Longbottom?" Harry asked in surprise.
"Yeah, but Dad refused, he didn't want to be away from Mum and the two of them are now working together to choose a site for a new wizard town." Neville explained.
After being healed by Professor Hap, Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom first travelled abroad, and when the Wizard War broke out, they immediately decided to contribute their part, and when the war ended, they had no desire to join the Ministry of Magic, as they preferred to open a small store and live their own little lives. It was only recently when the major incident that exposed the wizarding world happened, they were once again invited by the Ministry of Magic to work as special Aurors. Recently, they were involved in the black market and smuggling trade sweep within the United Kingdom, but it was the first time that Harry heard of what they were recently doing from Neville.
"A new wizard town - what's that?" Mafalda asked with a sharp look on her face as she looked up from her little sketchbook.
Harry thought of the recent hot news, if both wizard and muggle sides wants to trade, they must need a fixed location first, could it be related to this? But he quickly realized he was sidetracked, "It's to settle the foreign wizards who recently relocated here." Neville said.
"It was indeed mentioned on the radio ...," Mafalda mused.
"Auntie had a headache over them." Susan Bones interjected, "The number of registrations has surpassed three hundred, and the ministry has urgently deployed a group of officers to prevent them from causing trouble."
"That's not uncommon, those people are more or less related to the wizards on our side." Ernie Macmillan said unconcernedly, "My father said - a number of people had fled to abroad during the first wizard war, but now the situation has been reversed, I believe there are quite a few familiar family names among them, such as Shafiq."
"I was under the impression that they had returned before the wizarding world was completely exposed." Hannah Abbott said slowly.
Ernie shrugged.
"I didn't pay much attention to them ..."
Mafalda left contentedly, after which she flew like a hard-working pollen-gathering bee to a different bush - Hermione was chatting with Luna and Ginny, as she looked at Mafalda's back, Harry saw Ron looking listlessly over, with a dumb expression that suggested he wanted to come over.
The disorganized state of seating in the great hall was keenly noticed by Felix and McGonagall when they showed up together and took their seats in the wide chairs, they swept their serious and probing gaze across the four long tables like a lion and a snake on patrol through their territory.
"Are you satisfied with the surprise that the newly appointed Head Boy has brought us?" Snape asked quietly, his tone sounding like someone had broken into his private storeroom and repositioned all the familiar vials of potions.
"I do feel satisfied, Severus. I am glad to see this change occurring in my tenure." Professor McGonagall said with joy, then she looked at Felix with an odd expression on her face, "But Felix - I must remind you that you have an important task on your shoulders today, so don't act like nothing is wrong."
Felix who was talking with Slughorn about the progress of the improvement of the potion formula turned his head upon hearing this and looked at her rather innocently.
"Sorting, Felix, sorting." Professor McGonagall reminded him.
"Oh, I almost forgot I had to preside over the Sorting Ceremony - thanks a lot, Minerva." Felix stood up cheerfully and stretched his hand to retrieve a dirty hat out of the thin air, and shook it off vigorously before striding towards the entrance hall.
Once he was at the door, he bumped into Firenze while waiting for Hagrid to lead the freshmen over.
"Hello, Firenze." He addressed the Centaur, knowing that Firenze had put a lot of effort into persuading the Centaurs to join the Pan-Magical Alliance.
"Ugh, I wasn't going to show up," the Centaur said sadly, "I'm not used to eating human food."
"Don't worry, the house elf specially prepared fresh vegetables, completely natural." Felix said. He watched the Centaur go in, Firenze's tail flicking, he didn't know if it was from annoyance or nervousness, and then a few more minutes passed when he heard the sound of heavy footsteps.
Hagrid's tangled, tousled hair came into view, followed by a group of young wizards who looked at everything with curiosity, like bean sprouts that could walk on their own.
"Is everything going well, Hagrid?"
Hagrid froze for a moment, apparently, he had forgotten, just like Felix had before, about who would preside over the Sorting Ceremony tonight. "Oh ... it went smoothly ..." he cranked his head behind and shouted, "Don't crowd, line up and come in one by one! Felix, I'm leaving the new students in your hands, all of them one by one." He said to Felix.
"By the way, I've put that little house on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and little Grawp was quite happy about it."
Hagrid was referring to Grawp's temporary house that was built during Bill and Fleur's wedding. When the wedding was over, Felix re-turned it into a painting, and it was brought back by Hagrid.
Felix blinked and said, "That's good."
When Hagrid left, he took the first-year students to a separate room where they were introduced about the Sorting rules and the basic information of the four houses. Under the soft white light of the magic lamp, the excitement and anticipation on their faces were clearly seen. Felix smiled.
"Sir?" At that moment, a freshman spoke in a somewhat trembling voice, "Excuse me, are you Felix Hap, I've read your name in the newspaper."
"You can call me Professor Hap," Felix said gently, "even if you can't take my class yet, you can still call me that. As for your question, I suppose yes, there is no second Felix Hap who has appeared in the newspapers more often than I have lately. So, what's your name?"
"Locke," the freshman said in a rush, "Locke Arwin."
"... Oh, oh, yes, Mr. Arwin. You pleasantly surprised me, you happen to have a similar-sounding name as a friend of mine." Felix said, "I wish you luck on your sorting into your ideal house - I mean - have a great time."
"There's still a little time before the sorting begins, so you can get to know each other a bit well, as not surprisingly, you'll spend seven years together."
As the new students glanced at each other and introduced themselves, the great hall was overwhelmed by the succession of unfamiliar faces that appeared.
First, it was a Centaur - "Hey, it's Firenze!" Ron shouted from the Ravenclaw table. After a few more minutes, Castle Caretaker Filch led two men in, and all the students were baffled by the tall, thin old man in the lead, who wore a gray robe with wisps of metallic, gray hair and beard, along with glasses.
It wasn't until he got close that some of the students recognized that this man was actually the owner of the Hog's Head Inn, and as a result they ignored the elegant and unsmiling witch draped in a dark green shawl behind him. But Harry would never forget her, and his eyes widened simultaneously with Neville, Ron, and Hermione, who were at the next table.
"Surprisingly, it's Aunt Emmeline Vance." Neville said with a soft intake of breath.
Aberforth and Emmeline Vance selected a seat and the professors welcomed them. Aberforth chose to sit on the far side of the room, his face showed little expression as he casually picked up a fork from the table and tapped it twice, and Firenze, the Centaur next to him, rubbed his hooves on the ground in annoyance.
"Am I bothering you?" Aberforth asked gruffly.
"No." Firenze said politely and curtly, his keen sense of smell caught a faint stench of goat.
At this point, the students below came back to their senses, and a lively discussion broke out. A number of them felt that if they had to pick one of the three as a professor of Transfiguration, they would prefer the elegant-looking witch with the classy demeanour - not many of them knew the identity of Aberforth. A few of them had previously suspected that they had been mistaken. But Harry knew better than that; there is no way Aberforth would be a professor of Transfiguration, because Transfiguration is a disciplined study of magic, and as far as he knew, Aberforth was not very good at classes that required patience. On the contrary, Emmeline Vance is a very talented witch, who is a few years older than Sirius and Amelia, and also, like the Longbottoms, she fought in two wars and survived.
Felix led the new students into the great hall and stopped in front of the professor's seats. He conjured up a small bench and placed the Sorting Hat on it, after which it began to sing, a process the older students were all too familiar with, except-
"Why does this year's Sorting Hat singing sound feeble?" Ron muttered. Of course, he was just casually commenting that, as the Sorting began, the enchanted ceiling overhead reflected the orbital trails of the stars - Firenze tilted his head to look up - and Felix pulled out a piece of parchment and read out the first name.
"Locke Arwin."
A freshman stumbled out of the crowd and put on the Sorting Hat, and after a moment-
"Ravenclaw!" The Sorting Hat yelled.
The Great Hall thundered with applause. The new student placed the hat down and hesitantly got off the bench when Felix said gently, "Just pick an empty seat and sit down. The House only matters when it comes to your class schedule." So Arwin ran to the Slytherin table and sat down, and Draco Malfoy, who is the Prefect, stood up and shook his hand.
The sorting proceeded in an orderly manner without much incident. By the time the ceremony was over, Professor McGonagall, as the Headmistress, gave a welcome speech to the students and dryly announced several new appointments for this school year.
"Professor Emmeline Vance will work as Professor of Transfiguration ... Professor Firenze, who has just got back from a journey, has shown great expertise in observing the stars and Capnomancy, and he will be teaching a branch of Divination class for students who have passed the O.W.Ls exam... ...and also, this year's Ancient Rune class will be held in Classroom Seven. Classroom Seven and the underground amusement center will be available to students once again and the keeper of these two places will be Mr. Aberforth Dumbledore ..."
Professor McGonagall's serious gaze swept across the great hall, then she revealed a smile.
"Once again, welcome back, in this current situation, I am very happy to see that we are able to unite together without division, which is our strongest weapon. That's all I have to say, so let's start eating."
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At the end of the dinner, Professor McGonagall stood up and said to the students, "The first-year students and Prefects please stay, while the rest of the students leave first, to avoid the risk of creating ruckus in the rush and running off to the wrong dormitories."
The students slowly pushed back their benches and headed for the door. "Is it true that someone ran into the wrong room on the first day of school?" Harry asked curiously. "Oh, there were." Hermione walked over briskly and said, "But this mistake is easy to spot, each dorm has the name of the new student written on the bed."
In the professor's seat, Emmeline Vance, who had been quiet and hadn't said much all night, suddenly spoke up, "We haven't sung the school song yet." Several of the professors closer to her stiffened at once.
Professor Flitwick cleared his throat unnaturally, "Ahem, it's not like we have to sing it every year."
The other professors whispered in agreement, "Yeah, right."
A look of obvious disappointment appeared on Emmeline's face, as if some wish hidden in her heart had been dashed, and she said calmly, "I know, it's usually reserved only for important occasions. I only heard it once when I was in school, and that was when I enrolled ..."
"That time because of what?" Felix asked politely.
"Can't quite remember." Emmeline shook her head slightly.
Slughorn, who sat nearby, showed a reminiscent expression. "It seems to ring a bell ... I remember back then Peeves created a mess in the records room and some of the folders were destroyed in a fire, including the music score of the school song. It happened all the way back ... before that incident the school song hadn't been sung for some years, I think at least seven years, because none of the students at that time knew it ..."
"So the school song didn't have a single tune since then?" Felix was a little surprised to learn about this.
"Actually, there is one, we found the backup from the library a little later." Slughorn explained, "But when Dumbledore found out about it, he thought it was sufficient to just keep the words and that the tunes could be changed at will."
Later in the night - Harry sat on the four-poster bed in his dormitory and took out the stuff from his trunk one by one. He lifted the top lid of the trunk and a thick stack of parchment spilled out, Ron picked up the one that fell in front of him and looked at it, and he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, "I didn't know you developed a hobby of linking names, is there a pattern?"
"They're real." Harry said, "And I'm going to write to them one by one."
Neville stood behind Ron, smacking his lips a little as he looked at the parchment.
"Is it still about Headmaster Dumbledore's biography?"
"Yeah, to inquire about some details. Elphias Doge wanted the biography to be as good as it can be." Harry said. For the next few minutes, Ron and Neville were excited to chime in the familiar names they knew in the list, using it as a sort of game to compete to see who recognized more names-and when one got more names in the list, they felt that they got one up on the other person.
Seamus, who was making his bed, peeked over and grinned, "Cormac McLaggen is going to go crazy with jealousy."
Harry rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, at the cost of puzzling over phrasing, considering grammar and expressions every day." In fact, he did much more than that, he also spent a lot of time trying to figure out what Dumbledore might have thought at different times, which was really not an easy task, Harry once experienced something similar - he spent some time in the mind of Voldemort to sense the other man's emotions and guess what he was up to. Harry felt he was doing the same thing now.
"Let's think about something more serious," Ron asked, "what do you guys think Emmeline Vance will teach us tomorrow? I never knew she specialized in Transfiguration, I always thought she specialised in dueling, she gave us guard duty, remember?"
"She's good at quite a few different subjects," Harry said without thinking, "Charms, Potions, Transfiguration, and she even invented a few simple and useful little spells. Dumbledore thought very highly of her."
"That's amazing," Ron said, as he carefully placed two wizard pieces on the bedside table before lying down on his bed, "and that Centaur - I noticed that Trelawney didn't show up for the whole thing, she must have been pissed about it."
Harry shrugged, and the image of Trelawney gritting her teeth in the mirror in her room came to his mind. He suddenly thought of Luna, who is in sixth grade this year, and she would probably take Firenze's course.
At this point, Neville, who was still sitting in the same place, hesitantly spoke up.
"Harry, can you bring me along when you guys go to Transfiguration class tomorrow?"
Harry looked at Neville in surprise, but immediately a flash of long-ago memory clicked, "Oh, I remember you applied for the O.W.Ls exam in Transfiguration last year, so that means you--"
"Done!" Neville grinned.
Ron sat up on his bed with a start.
"What did you get on the test?"
"E." Neville said quietly.
A chorus of exclamations echoed through the dorm.
"That's great." Harry gave a thumbs up as others in the dorm gathered around Neville to celebrate, "So you can once again strive towards Auror?"
"How did you pull that off, Transfiguration is probably one of the subjects you're least good at, right?" Seamus asked him.
"I think it was Animagus that helped me," Neville said softly, "During the practical test, the examiner said I would be able to make it to the front of the pack."
"Is its effect really that dramatic? I want to try it now." Seamus was envious, and at the same time he felt somewhat motivated to give it a try; both he and Dean had mastered the Patronus magic which would greatly help in learning Animagus.
"Neville also worked very hard himself and spent quite a bit of time." Harry reminisced, he kind of couldn't remember what Neville was doing during that time, but he vaguely recalled him spending a lot of time with Hannah, and he even managed to borrow Hermione's notes.
"Honestly, it's a little too late at this point, unless you're planning on staying in school for a whole year." Dean's tone was tinged with regret as well, and then they had a long discussion on this subject until they went to bed.
"I remember a gorilla captain from a Slytherin team a few years ago stayed back in school, what was his name again?"
"Marcus." Harry vividly remembered him since he had left quite an impression.
"That's right, that's him. He ended up graduating from school with just one N.E.W.Ts certificate, I think it was Ancient Runes!"
"Amazing, isn't it?"
...
For the next week, Felix stayed at school and had a rare leisurely time. As he mentioned while talking to the other professors at the dinner banquet, after a month of back-to-back actions, both he and Akingbade needed to take a breather; he wasn't the only one in the International Confederation of Wizards, and even if he wanted to solve all the problems in one go, he couldn't do it.
Under Felix's mediation, the various countries' ministries of magic did not act rashly (they also wanted to wait for the results of the British negotiations to come out), but they still reached a consensus on two things, the first of which was naturally the formation of a pan-magical alliance in their region, following the example of the British Ministry of Magic. Felix spoke to Ms. Bones, and she immediately decided to send six experienced squads, and the local Future World Company branch would also cooperate with them as much as possible.
The second matter was equally significant, that is, the preparation for the general assembly of the International Confederation of Wizards.
Just like three hundred years ago when representatives of various countries' wizards gathered to formulate the Statute of Secrecy, a new legal framework will be defined. In addition to the few remaining members of the International Confederation of Wizards who were working intensively on the preparations, senior officials from the various Ministries of Magic were also working on this.
A week later, after a short break, Felix left the school. The memory body in the Classroom Seven would be enough to teach in his place by pretending to be real. Moreover, for wizards - especially for him - distance is not a concern, and he could even be able to return to school for lunch every day at noon.
When he saw Akingbade again, he was staring with a sad face at the huge map of the world on the wall.
"Here, here, and these places ...," he said, tapping a dozen times on the African continent area, "are all occupied by Grindelwald, who has managed to recruit a new generation of young acolytes locally to replace the former old ones, and some of the small groups of wizards who tried to resist or break away from the control were knocked out of existence."
"The change over there was way more radical, it was like a firestorm." Akingbade said.
Felix wasn't surprised, because that was something he had pulled off personally. He extracted the Grindelwald Code from the ruins of history, picking out what could be still suited to this era, even if it was somewhat radical, and under his care, Grindelwald's name is now very famous, and various kinds of reports about him are being placed on the desks of various muggle and non-muggle organizations.
Meanwhile, as a representative of the wizardism (similar to nationalism) ideology, Grindelwald also gained a large number of fans, which made Akingbade fall into deep fear and doubt.
"Grindelwald is smarter and more dangerous than we thought! Rather than watching from the sidelines, he tried to escape the confines of the 'unbreakable vow' by choosing the most chaotic Africa in the name of saving wizards as a way to break the rules and regulations - I know what you're going to say," he told Felix, "even if he is truly sincere and believes arrogantly that he is the Chosen One who will save wizards from destruction - one thing you can't deny is that his power is expanding rapidly."
"I won't deny it." Felix said.
"Then-"
"Since we can't take care of the situation there for now, why don't we leave it to him, and don't you also think some of his actions make sense? According to your analysis, Grindelwald's real purpose is would be to combine more than two hundred loosely-organized wizard authorities into some twenty Ministry of Magic-like organizations ... In the future, the wizards in that land will be more united and easier to manage."
"But he will use the unified army of wizards to fight against us!"
"What about the vow that restrains him ..." Felix couldn't recall how many times he had moved that reason, because he had said it too many times recently, but today Akingbade was staring at him without changing the topic, so Felix had no choice but to change his reasoning, "Well. If necessary, I'll step up to make sure both sides are united."
"How is that possible?!" Akingbade shouted.
"The circumstances are rapidly changing, Mr. Supreme Mugwump. So anything can happen." Felix said seriously, "At this stage, Grindelwald has little influence on us, on the contrary, his presence can deter some people with bad intentions - more than I can."
"Ugh, how good it would be if he stood on our side," said Akingbade with a sigh, his eyes showing an illusory glint, "he won't just be the sinner who overturned the Statue of secrecy and heavily damaged the Magical World with his own effort, but, rather... ..."
Yes, What is it?
Akingbade was unable to describe it, and he said those words not to justify Grindelwald, but to lament and regret.
After knowing that he had been duped, he could not wait to smash his fist all over that hateful and cunning old face. This kind of thought had been stuck in his mind for weeks, and when he learned that Grindelwald intended to make Africa his own territory, instead of withdrawing, it became even stronger. In his mind, this was an outright act of dividing and fragmenting the wizards, a bitter and ingenious plot of the ambitious person.
Unfortunately, Akingbade was unable to do anything but watch. He could not even go back to Africa to personally see what was happening back home, as he feared that instead of receiving a welcome, he would be beaten by a few nameless men who believed in Grindelwald's philosophy and brought in front of Grindelwald to be ridiculed by him.
Felix, the only one who could protect his safety, strongly rejected the idea of going to Africa, and placed his attention on Europe and America, or to be more precise, he even left America aside for the time being, to which Akingbade had a lot to complain about, as he suspected that he was afraid of facing Grindelwald.
But Akingbade also recognized a fact.
From a utilitarian point of view alone, Felix's way of proceeding has nothing to criticize, on the contrary, with the passage of time it has gradually shown its correctness. Instead of rushing into a conflict with Grindelwald and showing off his might (which Akingbade found hard to believe), and instead of wasting time facing the near unresolvable mess in the Americas in the short term, he raced to re-establish the prestige of the International Confederation of Wizards.
In a single month, the Confederation is no longer an empty shell.
The above is the opinion of Akingbade, as well as a part of the wizard community, and if it changed to Felix, his thoughts would be very different - it is because nobody can assume that Grindelwald and Felix are essentially the same person because they have two completely opposite nature.
With Felix's deliberate efforts, Africa has almost become an independent kingdom.
He did exactly what Grindelwald always wanted to do, and even Vinda Rosier, the only one who knew the truth, sometimes wondered: whether it is Felix who is disguised as Grindelwald, or it is Grindelwald who is disguised as Felix Hap?
At least as far as she is concerned, Grindelwald's ideology is eating away the minds and existence of African wizards in a gentle way, and growing as vigorously as a wildfire in the past month.
"If it wasn't for his physical condition, he could very well shine in this era, but of course, if that really happened it would mean that he and I would be on completely opposite sides of the fence."
Felix muttered with emotion. When he said this, he had just taken down a group of wizards who had 'taken advantage of the opportunity to grow in the chaos' by his personal might, and over fifty of them were now collapsed on the ground, staring at him with their heads tilted up in anger.
Felix waved his hand absent-mindedly as a new generation of acolytes took over the area with their heads held high in an orderly manner.
"So exactly whose ideology do you favour? Is it Grindelwald, or is it Dumbledore?" Rosier asked in a low voice.
"What ideology?" Felix asked rhetorically, "I'm here to solve some problems."
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