Harry Potter and the Gemini Curse @ghostandmiracle42
Act II, Chapter 8

Act II, Chapter 8: The First Task

"Brains! Murdock! Wait up!" Harry yelled, running down the stairs into the Transfiguration Courtyard. Hermione and Matt turned around as Harry reached them.

"How'd your midnight meeting go?" Matt asked, shouldering his book bag and tapping his cane on the ground.

"Dragons. That's the first task. I have to get passed a Dragon." All the colour drained from Hermione and Matt's faces.

"Okay. Let's… let's think about this logically," Hermione stuttered as they continued walking.

"You don't exactly have time to learn methods of Dragon taming, that take months to master, in two days, so we have to use skills that you already have…"

"The Shield Charm Moony and Padfoot taught us will be good against any flames it decides to send your way," Matt said, whacking a first-year girl standing in the corridor out of the way with his cane.

"What about actual spells though? Somehow, I don't think a Stupefy will take down a giant dragon," Harry exclaimed as they walked out into the grassy courtyard.

"Dragonhide is highly resistant to Magic, Harry. That's why we use it for clothing. Casting spells at it most likely won't do anything," Hermione said.

"What about one of my spells though? You know they're loads more powerful than average," Harry pointed out.

"It might work, but it's not safe to rely on it. You need an alternate method of taking it down, something that plays to your strengths, instead of relying on your enemies weaknesses," Matt said.

"But what strengths are going to get me past a giant nesting mother dragon?!" Harry moaned.

"Well, well, well. Looks like Potter has suddenly realised his days are numbered, fellas." Harry, Hermione and Matt turned around to see Malfoy leaning against a large tree, Pansy, Blaise and half a dozen other Slytherins standing behind him.

"How did you miss him?" Hermione whispered to Matt, who had a baffled expression on his face.

"I don't know, Brains. I can't sense him. It's like there's a blank space where his voice is coming from. He wasn't like that yesterday, it's something recent," he whispered, straining his ears.

"And why's that Malfoy?" Harry snapped, his voice betraying his anxiety.

"My father and I have a bet you see. I don't think you're going to last ten minutes in this tournament. He disagrees, he thinks you won't last five. And after you're dead, just like your parents, I'll take the place that you stole from me on the Quidditch Team."

Harry scoffed, "Have you ever actually caught a single Snitch, Malfoy?" Malfoy locked his jaw together in an attempt to hold his smirk, a tint of red crawling its way into his cheeks. Ignoring a slight gasp from Hermione behind him, Harry stepped forward slightly, so that he was eye-to-eye with Malfoy.

"Maybe your right. Maybe I won't last ten minutes. But I'd last ten minutes longer than you. If you were in my shoes, Hogwarts wouldn't even have a Champion, seeing how you were suspended for trying to put the Cruciatus Curse on a teacher. And I've been thinking about that actually. Professor Lupin says that it takes real intent to cast a proper Unforgivable Curse. It takes practice. So, I wonder, would Professor Lupin have even felt anything? Or have you been practising illegal curses with your Death Eater daddy?" Seeing Malfoy turn even redder, Harry rolled his eyes and turned, hiding his hand, which was sliding his wand free from its pocket.

"Furnunculus!" Malfoy snarled.

"Protego!" Harry whipped around, a transparent shield forming between Harry, his friends and Malfoy. The hex bounced off the barrier and flew straight into Goyle's face. Dozens of boils began to sprout across his nose, and he dropped to the ground, whimpering.

"Oculus Dollarum!"


"Petrificus Totalus!"




"Protego Maximus Ventus!"

Jets of light flew across the courtyard in both directions, until a massive shimmering barrier formed between both sides, blasting everyone off their feet and onto their backsides. Harry quickly jumped back to his feet, surveying the damage. Pansy's hair was falling out of her head at a rapid rate, Blaise was buried neck deep in the dirt, and Malfoy was lying on the ground in a full body-bind. Matt had apparently avoided the tripping jinx sent his way by Pansy, and Harry had deflected Malfoy's Conjunctivitis Curse into Crabbe, who was now frantically rubbing his eyes. Hermione hadn't been so lucky. Her two front teeth were growing down past her chin, and she was trying to hold a hand over her face. Standing between the two sides, was Claire O'Neill. Waving her hand in Malfoy's direction, she turned toward Hermione and, with Harry and Matt's help, lifted her off the ground.

"Come on, Hospital Wing," Harry said, grabbing her arm.

"I don't know how to fix this. I'm sorry, I saw it coming, but I didn't get over here fast enough. Is he always that much of a dick?" Claire rambled, leading Hermione away.

"Yes, he most definitely is," Matt confirmed, searching the ground for his dropped cane.

"Diffindo!" Malfoy screamed. Matt launched himself at Harry, Claire and Hermione, colliding with them and knocking all three of them to the ground. A red spell whizzed over their heads, and Hermione screamed in pain. Claire and Matt whipped out their wands and turned them on Malfoy.

"Fulgur Expulso!"


A blast of white-hot lightning shot forward from Claire's wand as a bolt of convulsing red light blasted from Matt's. But neither spell was the first to reach him. For Auror Moody was standing on the other side of the courtyard, wand in the air.

"That'll teach you to curse someone when their back is turned!" He snarled, hobbling over, his right leg making an odd clunking sound with each step. Sitting on the ground where Malfoy had been moments before, was a giant white ferret, two spells speeding towards it. The Reductor Curse hit the ground, blasting chunks of dirt, and the ferret, high into the air, where the Lightning Curse collided with it point blank. The Ferret shivered and squealed, its hair blackening and standing on end, as Moody caught it with a levitation charm.

"Cowardly little shit!" He growled. Then, in what was quite possibly the best moment of Harry's life, he began bouncing the still twitching rodent up and down in the air.

"Auror Moody what in Merlin's name do you think you're doing!" McGonagall screeched, running out from her classroom, Ginny, Luke, Jessica and the rest of the third-year Gryffindors and Slytherins behind her.

"Teaching a lesson!" Moody barked, sending the ferret even higher.

McGonagall's eyes went even wider, and her jaw went slack.

"Is that… is that a student!"

"Technically it's a ferret!"

McGonagall pulled her wand and with a loud 'snap!' Malfoy reappeared, twitching on the grass. His hair was standing on end, blackened and smouldering in a perfect rendition of Albert Einstein. Firefly and Alias burst out in cackling laughter, followed by Harry, Matt, Claire and almost the entire courtyard. Moody seemed highly pleased by this. McGonagall not so much.

"Mr Potter, Miss O'Neill, please escort Miss Granger to the Hospital Wing. Mr Murdock, I do believe this is yours." Matt's white cane flew into her hand, and she handed it to Matt. Harry found it slightly hilarious that Matt's glasses were cracked down the lens, and he hadn't even noticed.

"The rest of you! Back to class, now!" The student body quickly scattered while McGonagall began to scold Moody.

"Harry!" Hermione wheezed.

"What? Are you ok?"



"Shut up and pay attention. Play to your strengths! Your Firebolt!"

And, with that thought in mind, they made their way to the Hospital Wing, Harry feeling much more optimistic about his chances of survival than the previous night.

Harry got up on the morning of the Task and dressed so inattentively that it was a while before he realised he was trying to pull his hat onto his foot instead of his sock.

Ginny, Hermione, Luke and Jessica – as Lily Evans – were waiting for him in the Common Room, all of them looking suitably anxious.

"Is Matt…"

"He's waiting atop the Astronomy Tower with the Firebolt. Luna and Foggy should be bringing breakfast up to him already." Hermione confirmed, biting her lip as they made their way down to the Great Hall. Madam Pomfrey had restored Hermione's front teeth to standard size, though Hermione had let her shrink them to an extent the matron considered normal, rather than to the 'normal' size of her somewhat notorious buck-teeth.

"Fantastic," Harry said, walking into the hall.

"Don't worry, Harry. I'm sure you'll do brilliantly. You're the youngest Seeker in a century. If anyone can outfly a Dragon, you can," Ginny said. As soon as they stepped inside, the entire Hogwarts population – minus the Slytherins – jumped to their feet and started cheering. Harry went beet red and sat down at the last seat on the table with Ginny force-feeding some toast down his throat.

Much sooner than Harry would have liked, Professor McGonagall announced that the schools were to make their way down to a large Stadium that had seemingly appeared on the edge of the Forbidden Forest overnight.

The stadium was the largest Harry had ever seen. It was twice the size of the Quidditch Pitch, the stands towering over one hundred feet high. Six flags were flying from various towers. Harry recognised the Hogwarts Crest, The Ministry of Magic flag, the Alcheringa Crest and the Ilvermorny sigil, but the other two were a mystery. Harry assumed they belonged to the Federation and the United States Department of Magical Affairs but didn't care enough to ask. As they approached the stands, Ludo Bagman walked outside of a large tent protruding from one of the walls and, upon seeing Harry, beckoned him over. Harry glanced quickly up at the Astronomy Tower, but couldn't see Matt from this distance. Ginny grabbed his head and turned it back towards her.

"Listen here. You're going to go in there, you're going to stick to the plan, and you're going to get out. Nothing more, nothing less. You understand me?"

Harry, who thought his voice might fail him if he tried to speak, nodded quickly. Ginny pressed a quick kiss to his forehead and whispered, "Good luck." Then she turned, and Jessica and Hermione pulled her up into the stands, the others following behind.

Harry made his way over to Bagman, who quickly pulled him inside the tent. Claire and Peter were already there. Peter was apparently meditating on a couch, while Claire was pacing. In mid-air.

"Now that everyone is here let's get on with the show." He grabbed a purple velvet bag from a coffee table and held it out in front of him. "Now, each of you will be selecting a small model from this bag. The model you select will indicate which creature you will face! Exciting isn't it?" Harry was very sure he didn't agree with Bagman's assessment, so wisely remained silent.

"The objective of your task is simple. Collect the Golden Egg that has been placed in the arena."

"Okay, Mr Potter, since you're the youngest, you'll go first." Bagman held out the velvet bag, and Harry tried desperately to keep his hand from shaking. He dipped his hand into the bag, and hissed when something very hot snapped at his finger. He grabbed hold and pulled the first creature out. Harry's nerves, which had already been sky-high, went soaring into outer space. Sitting in his palm, with a tiny number one dangling around its neck, was a tiny Hungarian Horntail.

"Ok then. Harry looks like you're going first. If you'd step into that curtained off area, you'll find a set of robes inside. Could you put them on please?" Mechanically, Harry ducked behind the curtain and pulled on the red and gold robes, that were not dissimilar to his Quidditch Robes. He stepped back outside and saw that Claire, who had returned to the ground, was holding a tiny Antipodal Opaleye that was attempting to bite her fingers off. Peter was staring at his miniature Hebridean Black in thought.

"Ok, Harry. On the sound of the cannon…"


"Right. Well, off you go."

Harry forced himself forward and pushed past the tent flap.

"That's right folks! Witches and Wizards, I present to you, our first Champion: Harry Potter of Hogwarts!"

Harry was standing on a cliff edge, looking down over a massive crater of jagged rocks and boulders. Surrounding him were the sprawling stands, all of them filled to the brim with people. There was a sea of red-heads in one of the corners, and Harry hoped that meant the Weasleys had come to support him. He knew Sirius and Remus were out there somewhere.

Sitting in the centre of the arena, curled up around a large nest, was the giant black skinned Dragon from the previous night. The Hungarian Horntail. And it was staring straight at him. Taking a long shaky breath, Harry pointed his wand skyward.

"Accio Firebolt!"

"What was that spell? I didn't hear it." The announcer bellowed, and several people in the crowd started laughing. Then he heard it. A whooshing of air. Harry glanced back to the castle and couldn't help the grin that crossed his face as his broom soared over the rim of the stands. Narrowing his eyes, Harry started running towards the cliff edge, and the dragon. He reached the edge and pointing his wand at the ground.

"Ascendio!" Harry shot up into the air as the Dragon reared its head and spewed fire where he had been moments before. The Firebolt flew beneath him, and he landed on the handle. Pushing his body low, he shot forward, just avoiding another burst of flame.

"Look at that dodge! That is one talented flier down there!"

Harry soared around the dragon in circles, forcing the beast to pull itself to its feet so it could keep track of him. He could see into the Dragon's nest from here, and there was quite clearly a large golden egg that stood out from the rest. Now he just needed to get the Dragon away from the nest so he could swoop in and get the egg. He couldn't do that with it hovering like it was.

Thinking on the spot, Harry pushed the Firebolt into a climb, he flew right up above its body, just in range of its snapping fangs. The Dragon snarled and rose up on its hind legs, wings extending out as it attempted to close its jaw around him. But Harry dived out of its way at the last moment, flying down its exposed neck.

"Oooh. That was close. Not many people could have pulled that off!"

He wiped around its exposed legs, ducking the thrashing tail that flew right past his head and pulling around behind the giant creature. An ear-shattering roar shook the air, and Harry forced himself to ignore the sticky substance flowing from his ears. Using the Dragon's bulk against it, Harry soared down between its legs and snatched the Golden Egg from amongst the jet-black ones. Pulling it tight to his body, he jerked the broom handle down.

"That's it! Harry Potter has retrieved the Golden Egg! INCREDIBLE!"

The crowd broke into hysteric screaming and applause and cheers of "Potter!" and "Hogwarts!" filled Harry's ears as he dropped down into the gorge. Then, as he was just about to pull up, the rune on his arm burned violently, and Harry ducked.

He wasn't fast enough.

The Dragon's massive tail lashed out, and one of the spines racked across Harry's back, shredding his robes. Maintaining his hold on the egg and ignoring the searing pain coming from his back, Harry angled for the tent entrance, where several people were already waiting for him.

"Owch! Looks like the Dragon nicked Potter on the exit… And here come the handlers!"

Harry pulled short and placed his feet on solid ground. Holding tightly to the egg, his brain feeling exceptionally fuzzy, Harry let himself be led inside and forced onto a bed.

"Dragons! My word! Who on Earth thought this was a good idea!" Madam Pomfrey exclaimed. Harry wasn't entirely sure where she was, as he couldn't see straight. Everything was blurry, but he was sure he still had his glasses on. A cold pressure weighed on his back, and a bottle was held to his lips. He downed the sweet tasting liquid, and everything came back into focus.

Madam Pomfrey was hovering over him, Hagrid and Professor McGonagall standing behind her.

"Alright now Harry?" Hagrid asked, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Blinking several times as the reality of what he's just done set in, he looked up at Hagrid, who had tears in his eyes.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm alright. Not something I'd want to do again though."

"I should hope so, Mr Potter. I do not want to see you again do you hear me! No more giant monsters, assassination attempts or mysterious tattoos!" Madam Pomfrey grumbled. McGonagall patted him on the shoulder.

"You did good Potter, now come and get your scores," She said, before ushering him outside with Hagrid. He grabbed his Firebolt from where it was floating, looking a bit worse for wear, and watched as the Horntail was dragged away and the eggs replaced. He had done it. He had survived.

Looking out, Harry could see Dumbledore, O'Neill, Strange, Crouch, Bagman and Moody all seated in golden chairs in the tallest stand. Then, one by one, they held their wands up in the air.

Doctor Strange gave him a seven. Mr O'Neill gave him a nine. Dumbledore a nine as well… Bagman gave him a ten, and the crowd, which roared in approval, seemed to agree. Crouch gave him a six, and finally, Moody gave him a Nine.

"That's 50 points out of a total of 60 for the first task! Though Mr Potter did retrieve his Egg in spectacular fashion, he was injured, and points were deducted as a result. Ok, everybody take your seats. The Alcheringa Champion will be entering the arena in five minutes!"

"Well done Harry. Mighty well done that!" Hagrid beamed. Then he and McGonagall led him out of the tent and into the stands, where the Weasleys, the Defenders, Remus, Tonks and Sirius were waiting for him.

Ginny was out of her seat before he even reached them. She barrelled through George, knocking him into the people below and sprung at him. If Hagrid hadn't had been behind him, they would have most definitely fallen backwards.

"Don't you ever, ever, ever do that ever again! Do you know how terrified I was?!"

"No offence Firefly, but I was probably just a tiny bit more terrified than you." She slapped him across the face and huffed.

"Wrong thing to say, Mister. Now you don't get a "Congratulations you're not dead kiss." She said, pulling herself off him, and ignoring Hagrid's booming laughter.

"Pity. I was looking forward to that," Harry told her. Ginny's scowl vanished, replaced with a very red blush.

"Harry!" Mrs Weasley shoved past her daughter and pulled Harry into her own hug.

"Can't… breathe…."

She released him and patted him on the head.

"Oh, sorry dear," she muttered.

"Are you alright, Harry? We saw it get you at the end," Hermione said, pushing through and running a hand down the tear in his robes.

"All fine, Brains. Madam Pomfrey fixed me up good as new," Harry told her.

"Nice one Harry! That was wicked!" the Twins exclaimed, pulling him into a seat between them.

"You out flew a Dragon!"

"They're going to be…"

"…talking about this…"

"…for years!"

"So, Harry, what's next on the bucket list?" Sirius asked him, a giant smirk painted across his face, "Slay a Basilisk to save a fair maiden – done. Defeat an army of Dementors – in your sleep. Free a convicted felon and prove their innocence – Easy. Outfly a Dragon – accomplished. Time Travel – been there, done that. Save the world from a Dark Lord – every other Tuesday. I honestly don't know what your gonna do next. You'll have to start doubling up soon."

"How about I start a revolution?" Harry joked.

"Only if I get to be the girl on those posters saying, "We can do it!" while flexing her muscles," Tonks said, flexing her arm.

"Emperor Harry. I could live with that," Remus said thoughtfully.

"Ooo! Does that mean he gets concubines! Sign me up!" Jessica exclaimed.

"Over my dead body!" Ginny said, glaring at a smirking Jessica.

"That could be arranged," Jessica said, winking at Ginny.

"Nobody is talking about murdering my daughter while I'm sitting right here," Mrs Weasley moaned.

"Sorry, Mrs W," Jessica said, though she didn't look remorseful in the slightest.

Harry laughed and gestured back to the arena, where the second Dragon, the rainbow scaled Antipodal Opaleye, was being led in by Charlie and his team.

"Next into the arena is Alcheringa Champion Claire O'Neill!"

Charlie and the other Dragon Keepers vanished into the gorge, and Claire stepped out wearing robes of Green and Gold. She walked out to the edge of the cliff, drawing the attention of the Dragon, which belched a torrent of flame in response.

"This isn't going to end well," Harry whispered.

"What do you mean?" Hermione asked.

"Antipodal Opaleye's hate the Mer. And take a guess what Claire is…"

Claire slashed her hand down, and the flames reflected up into the open air.

"And some impressive use of wandless magic by the Second Champion!"

Claire floated up in the air slightly, opened her mouth… and started speaking to the Dragon.

"I do not wish to fight you!" She called out, and almost the entire stadium gasped in horror. Harry frowned.

"What's the big deal?"

"She just spoke Parseltongue, Harry!" Ginny exclaimed.

"Oh. Sorry, I heard it as English."

"You are Mer! The ancient enemy of my people. You come to take my children! You will burn!"

The Dragon lunged forward and leapt across the ravine at the floating Claire.

"Whatever she said has pissed it off!" The announcer cried. Claire dropped back to the ground, narrowly missing the Dragon's teeth, and thrust her hand up in the air.


The Dragon froze, suspended in mid-air. It tried to breathe more fire, but the flames soared straight up into the sky instead of down to roast the Mer as it intended.

"Would you look at that! Miss O'Neill has literally reversed the flow of Gravity around her Dragon! Amazing!"

Claire jumped from her ledge up to the Dragon's nest and removed the Golden Egg. Then she floated up into the air and drifted back to the tent.

"The Second Champion has retrieved the Golden Egg! And look at that Dragon! Still suspended! That's some powerful magic there!"

The Alcheringa side of the Stadium broke into cheers and applause. Claire looked up at the dragon, winked at it, and watched it fall back down into the gorge, several ledges and shards of rocks collapsing around it.

"I'm sorry…" She whispered as the Dragon howled in pain, before turning and running back inside the tent.

"Wow. So, there's another Parselmouth out there Harry," Luke said, placing a hand on Harry's shoulder.

"Wish I'd have thought to do that…" he grumbled. Ginny laughed and placed her head on his shoulder.

After Charlie and the tamers removed the Dragon from the arena, Claire stepped back outside, flanked by the auburn-haired woman Harry had seen on Halloween.

Harry looked to the judges' panel and watched with bated breath.

Doctor Strange gave her a nine. O'Neill gave her a nine. Dumbledore a nine… Bagman only gave a five! The Alcheringa Delegation and all the other people sitting in their section of the stands looked outraged. Then Crouch gave her a four, and the entire stadium leapt to their feet and started jeering.

"That's not fair! How can you give her a four! She was twice as good as me!" Harry yelled, a good number of other people echoing his statement.

"We'll agree to disagree on that," Ginny grumbled. Finally, Moody gave her a full ten.

"That's 46 points out of a total of 60 for the First Task! Mr Crouch and Mr Bagman would like me to point out that Parseltongue is considered a Dark Art, and the Alcheringa Champion's use of it affected her scores."

Harry scoffed and rolled his eyes. Several members of the Alcheringa Delegation, all of whom were still standing, turned towards the judges' panel and hissed a series of swear words Harry refused to repeat. Bagman and Crouch looked very uncomfortable, while Moody doubled over laughing.

"Dark Art my arse," Harry grumbled.

"Of course!" Hermione exclaimed, "It makes sense that they'd know it if you think about it. Basilisks are a massive problem in Australia because of the introduction of Cane Toads. You know, hatching a chicken egg under a toad gives you a Basilisk. That plus the dozens of other Reptiles down there like Crocodiles and Dirawong, not to mention all the ordinary snakes. It makes all the sense in the world that there would be Parseltongues down there. I guess Dragons qualify."

Harry turned to Hermione with a raised eyebrow, "And you're just mentioning this now?"

Hermione glared at him.

"Well, I only just figured it out. You might have given me super memory powers Harry Potter, but you still have to wait for my brain to make the connections!"

Harry threw his hands up in surrender.

"All right, all right! Chill Brains, chill." The entire Weasley clan laughed, and Hermione went bright red.

"Now! Our third and final Champion! Peter Parker of Ilvermorny!"

Harry turned back to the arena, where Peter was walking out of the tent, a determined grin on his face. The American glanced up at the Ilvermorny side of the stands, and the blonde-haired girl with the pink highlights gave him a thumbs up. Peter turned and looked at his Dragon. The Hebridean Black seemed entirely different from the others. Though it had had black scales like the Horntail, it was significantly smaller. Its wings were more batlike, and its tail was shaped like an arrow instead of a snake. It had short, sharp ridges on its back instead of spines and lacked horns on its head.

Peter walked to the edge of the cliff, the Dragon eyeing him warily. He pulled his wand, pointed it at the Dragon's nest and said, "Accio Golden Egg."

Harry's jaw dropped open as the Golden Egg flew out of the nest, despite the dragon's attempts to catch it in its mouth, and right into Peter's outstretched hand.

"I don't believe it. The Ilvermorny Champion has retrieved his Egg in less than a minute. And with a simple summoning charm. Ingenious!"

The Ilvermorny stand jumped to their feet and cheered, led by the blonde girl, who raced down a set of stairs as soon as the announcer spoke.

Peter walked back into the tent as the Dragon handlers hurried out to subdue the final Dragon.

"Harry. I feel the need to point out that your method of getting the Egg was by far the most entertaining, if not the simplest or easiest approach." Sirius stated, trying desperately to keep a straight face.

"I can see it now," Danny said, waving his hands in the air. "Parker's the smart one, O'Neill's the powerful one, and Harry's the dramatic, awesome one."

Sirius and Remus laughed.

Peter walked back out into the arena, accompanied by his blonde-haired friend, whom Harry assumed, if Skeeter's article was right, must be Gwen Stacy.

Strange held up his wand and gave him a ten, as did Dumbledore. O'Neill and Moody both gave him a seven while Crouch and Bagman gave sixes.

"That's a total of 46 points for the First Task. The judges would like to congratulate the Ilvermorny Champion on cool use of intellect, but remind him that the Task was meant to demonstrate magical ability, as well as intelligence."

"That brings us to the end of the First Task. As of right now, the tally stands: Alcheringa and Ilvermorny tied for Second on 46 points, and Hogwarts in First Place with 50 points!"

Harry and the rest of the Hogwarts supporters started screaming and dancing around in the stands.

"Party in the Common Room tonight Harry! This is gonna be wicked!" Fred and George exclaimed, hoisting Harry onto their shoulders.

"These scores are tight, and anything can happen between now and the final task in June. The next event, where Alcheringa will face off against Ilvermorny on the Quidditch Field, will be held here at Hogwarts in two weeks time! So until then, congratulations Champions and good luck to the Quidditch Teams!"

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