[HP] The Dark Duke's Candy

Candice's seventh grade seemed to be a different person.

Not only her friends, but even other students who are not familiar with it feel that the flower of Gryffindor has changed a lot.

No one knew why Candice acted like that. Anita tried to ask her several times, but Fremont stopped her.

"You don't want to know what happened to her, Fremont?" Anita frowned. "I thought you were the most curious person between us, but you seem to be the most calm."

Freemont is already in the seventh grade. As the new student president, he is much more mature than when he was a teenager.

His hair, which was always messy, has also been tidied up a lot, thanks to the quick-smoothing hair lotion he completed after preliminary research.

"Even if you ask now, she won't tell you. It will only annoy her more. It's really unnecessary, Anne."

Freemont made his comments as he walked toward the classroom.

"If Candice really wanted to tell us, she would have said it from the very beginning. Maybe we can wait until she has solved her own knot." Freemont stood at the door of the classroom, watching the lonely sitting in the classroom that had already arrived. Candice, who was in a daze, lowered her voice and said, "And... I guess, her change must be related to Tom Riddle."

It had to be said that Fremont had gotten smarter the older he got, and he guessed right.

Candice felt like she was going crazy.

Day after day, she was immersed in the memories of the past, and could hardly wake up.

Maybe being crazy is a good thing for her at the moment.

Some things really can only be understood by experiencing it firsthand.

When you meet a good man, he turns you into a child.

When you meet a bad man, he will turn you into a madman.

Candice is almost there.

But she couldn't just let herself fall like this.

Deception, falsehood, everything she got was based on lies, but the sad and sweet feelings were extremely real.

We all have moments of misjudgment, and we have to admit it.

Who hasn't loved a few scumbags when they were young?

She couldn't let herself be depressed like this, she still had her father, Professor Dumbledore, and a bunch of good friends, she couldn't let them worry.

No.

She can't lose to Riddle either.

She couldn't make him feel that after losing him, she would be too painful to stand up again.

Candice bounced back.

Days passed, and by the time she graduated from Hogwarts, she wouldn't be thinking about that man anymore.

Dumbledore invited her to stay at the school, but Candice chose to work at the Ministry of Magic.

She joined the Ministry of Magic's Department of Mysteries as a Reticent, in charge of the Hall of Prophecy.

Before entering to work here, Candice was very curious about this place. People from the outside world didn't know about the Department of Mysteries, and even suspected that they were a place specially made to confuse people with poison for the Minister of Magic.

But after actually entering, you will find that it is not like that.

The Hall of Prophecy is a vast, cold room, as tall as a cathedral, filled with soaring shelves.

Candice shuttled through the rows of shelves, and the shelves were full of small dusty glass balls, which were prophecy balls, and there was a small yellow label attached to each prophecy ball, which said prophecy The ball owner's name.

Some prophecy balls emit a mysterious flowing light, indicating that its owner is still alive, while others are dim and dark, like a light bulb that has been extinguished, indicating that its owner is dead and the prophecy is over.

There are many, many candlesticks inlaid on the shelf at intervals, and the flames are the same as the color of the hall, a depressing and almost black blue.

Candice turned around slowly and left here.

She returned to the center of the hall. The entire hall was extremely dimly lit. The only light source was the blue light of the candles, but that light source only made people feel more depressing.

After counting the numbers and making sure everything was safe, she turned and left the prophecy hall.

She has grown up.

She has her own job, and if she followed her original vision, she should be married by now.

That was the past that she no longer dared to think about anymore.

The promise from that person seemed to be still in my ears, telling it over and over again tirelessly.

Candice sat in the old-fashioned elevator, covering her ears, trying to stay awake as much as possible.

She didn't hear any more about Riddle.

She didn't know where he went or what he was doing, and that didn't seem to have anything to do with her.

Perhaps he is no longer in England.

Standing on the street with people coming and going, Candice took a deep breath, took a step, and joined the rushing crowd.

In fact, Riddle did not leave England.

He's still here, working at the Borginbock Black Magic shop on Knockturn Alley.

All the professors who admired him said it was a pity that such a talented young wizard became a clerk.

But he wasn't really a clerk.

He was polite, handsome and smart, and soon got the special job that only a place like Bojinbok could get.

Borgin Bock Black Magic Store is a store specializing in the sale of black magic items with special properties. Riddle was sent by the boss Bokin to persuade those who have treasures to sell them to the store.

He's very good at it.

Also because of the convenience of this job, he quickly found clues to the things he wanted.

In a living room, a very fat old lady was getting herself dressed.

She wore an elaborate ginger wig, and a flamboyant pink gown spread around her, making her look like a melting ice cream cake.

She was rouging her already rosy cheeks with a large powder puff before a small jeweled mirror, and an old, thin house-elf was putting tight satin shoes on her fat feet.

She is Hepzibah Smith, a well-known rich woman who is still single.

"Come on, Hokey!" said Hepzibah imperiously. "He said four o'clock, and it's only two minutes, and he's never been late." She put away her puff, and the house-elf straightened up, head It was no higher than the cushions of her chair, and the papery skin hung from its frame like the fine linen robe that Hepzibah wore.

"How am I?" Hepzibah asked, turning her head to admire her mirrored face from every angle.

"It's beautiful, ma'am," Hao Qi said sharply.

Hepziba was very satisfied with this answer, but the reality she didn't want to believe was that her appearance and the word "beautiful" didn't go together at all.

When four o'clock came, the doorbell rang on time.

Hepziba jumped up excitedly, and she shouted: "Quick, quick, he's here, Hao Qi!"

She excitedly urged Hao Qi to act, and Hao Qi rushed out of the room immediately.

The outside of the living room seemed a bit crowded, full of things big and small, and it was hard to imagine that anyone could walk through this place without bumping into something.

There were cabinets with innumerable lacquered boxes, shelves lined with gilt books, shelves with stars and astrographs, and many lush plants growing in copper vessels.

The room looked like a cobbled together magical curio shop and greenhouse.

The elf came back in a while, followed by a tall young man.

There is no doubt that this is Riddle.

He was wearing a black suit, his hair was a little longer than in school, his cheeks were sunken, but it suited him well, and he looked even more handsome.

He walked carefully through the crowded room, which seemed to have been many times.

Hepziba stared at this handsome and extraordinary young man happily, until he stood in front of her, held her hand, and kissed her politely.

At that moment, he almost spat out.

But he is well-trained and has excellent acting skills, so when he raised his head, he didn't show any real emotion.

"I brought you flowers." He whispered, and a bouquet of red flowers appeared in his hand.

Hepziba happily took it over and looked at it carefully: "What kind of flower is this?"

Riddle looked down at her: "Poppies."

The flower language is death.

Hepziba obviously didn't know its flower language, and she seemed to like it very much. She hugged the bouquet fondly, but still whispered regretfully: "It's beautiful. But why not roses..."

That means love, doesn't it, even such an old woman knows it.

Riddle smiled lightly, but said nothing, Hepziba accepted it as soon as he saw it: "Oh... oh... If you want me to say, you naughty child, you shouldn't be like this." She blushed a little, "You pet Damn me old lady, Tom, sit down, sit down, where's Hotkey? Ah..."

Hao Qi came here at her call, holding a plate of pastries in her hand: "Eat whatever you want, Tom." Hepziba said, "I know you like my pastries very much. How are you? Why is your face a little pale?" ? Did the store use you too hard? I’ve said it a hundred times..."

Riddle smiled mechanically, but remained silent.

Hepzibah knew she had to get down to business.

So she blinked her eyelashes and asked, "Hey, what's your excuse for coming to see me this time?"

Riddle said bluntly: "Mr. Bork wants to offer a higher price for the armor made of goblins, five hundred Galleons, he thinks this is fair enough."

"Oh, oh, don't be so anxious, or I'll think you're only here for my stuff!" Even though this was the question she asked, she still felt a little dissatisfied with his businesslike attitude, she pouted Mouth said such a sentence.

Riddle smiled lightly.

He said in a low voice: "I was sent for them. I'm just a little clerk, ma'am, to be told. Mr. Bork wants me to ask—"

"Oh, Mr. Bock, bah!" Hepzibah waved his fat hand, "I want to show you something that Mr. Bock has never seen! Can you keep it a secret, Tom? You can promise not to tell Mr. Bock that I have This? If he knew I showed you, he'd never let me go. I won't sell this, not to Bock, not to anybody! But you, Tom, you'll appreciate its history, Instead of just thinking about how many Galleons you can earn..."

"I'd love to see anything Miss Hepzibah showed me," said Riddle, smiling.

Hepzibah was giggling like a little girl again.

"I asked Hao Qi to bring it... Hao Qi, where are you? I want to show Mr. Riddle our best treasure... why don't you just bring them both..."

"Here it is, ma'am," shrieked the house-elf, who, concealed, came to its master with two leather boxes stacked on top of each other, and handed them to her.

Hepziba opened it happily: "I think you'll like it, Tom...oh, if my relatives know that I let you see it...they'll come and snatch it right away!"

She opened the box.

Inside was a small gold cup with two dainty handles.

"Do you know what this is, Tom? Pick it up and look at it!" said Hepzibah softly.

Riddle stretched out his slender fingers, pinched one ear stem, and lifted the cup from the soft satin lining.

There was a flash of red in his black eyes, showing a hint of certainty, but Hepzibah didn't notice this, and her small eyes were only focused on his handsome face.

"Badger." Riddle murmured while distinguishing the carvings on the cup, "This is..."

"Helga Hufflepuff stuff, you're good at it, bright boy!" said Hepzibah, leaning over and pinching his sunken cheek, his bodice creaking loudly, "I didn't Did I tell you that I'm a distant descendant of Hufflepuff? It's been in my family for ages. It's beautiful isn't it? It's said to have all kinds of magic, but I haven't tried it much, I just keep it good put it here..."

She hooked the cup back from Riddle's lanky forefinger and was so absorbed in fitting it back in place that she didn't notice a shadow pass across Riddle's face as the cup was brought back.

"Okay," said Hepziba cheerfully, "where's Hao Qi? Oh, here—take it, Hao Qi—"

The elf obediently took the cup box.

Hepziba turned her attention to the flatter box on her lap.

"I think you'd like this better, Tom," she said softly. "Come closer, dear boy, and take a good look... Of course, Bock knows I have this, and I bought it from him. I dare say wait." He must want to take it back when I die..."

She pushed aside the delicate gold thread buckle and opened the lid.On a cushion of crimson velvet lay a heavy gold locket.

This time, Riddle reached out and picked up the locket without waiting for the invitation, and held it up to the light to look at it carefully.

"Slytherin's mark," he whispered, an ornate, serpentine S flashing in the light.

"That's right!" Seeing Riddle staring at her locket, Hepzibah was obviously very happy, "I paid a lot of money for this, but I can't miss it, I must add it to my collection. Bork Bought it from a poor woman who presumably stole it and didn't know its true value—"

Listening to her words, Riddle's knuckles holding the locket turned white.

"—I dare say Bock didn't pay her much, but look... how pretty, isn't it? And all kinds of magic, though I just kept it safe..."

She reached for the locket, and for a moment Riddle was not about to let go.

But it slipped from his fingers and landed on the red velvet cushion.

"Okay, Tom, honey, I hope you like it!" Hepzibah looked at Riddle's face, and then the smirk on her face faded.

"Are you all right, honey?" she asked slightly embarrassed.

"It's all right," Riddle said quietly, "it's all right, I'm fine..."

"I thought—well, maybe it was the light—" said Hepzibah, a little flustered, "here, Hokey, take them away and lock them up again... wand..."

Riddle watched the house elf take the locket away with a smile, his eyes were always deep and deep.

Two days later, Candice heard something at the Ministry of Magic.

"Elder house elves should be dealt with uniformly. Their old eyesight can easily cause wizards to be injured!" Colleague Bode was talking to another person, "This is not an exception, Sweer, that old guy even has sugar and poison I couldn’t tell the difference, so I just threw it into the master’s cocoa tea, Merlin, it should be sentenced to death.”

"It hasn't been alive for a few years," Swell said. "It's too old, and it won't take long to die after being sentenced to imprisonment. The memory of killing its owner will haunt it for a lifetime."

"Maybe... Oh, Candice, it's you!" Bode saw Candice, his eyes sparkled, and he quickly stepped forward, "Where are you going? Are you leaving get off work?"

Candice smiled faintly and said, "I haven't got off work yet, I have something to do and I need to go to Knockturn Alley."

Swell leaned over and said, "Knockturn Alley? What are you going there for? Let Bode accompany you, that place is not something you, a young girl, should go alone."

Bird said excitedly, "Oh, I'd love to do it, I'd be more than happy to go with you—"

"No need." Candice quickly refused, "I heard that you still have work to do, so I won't bother you, I can go there by myself, this is my job, and I can do it well."

Bode was a little disappointed by the rejection, and wanted to fight for it, but Candice had already politely left.

Looking at her back, Bode couldn't help but said, "It's beautiful, isn't it?"

Swell clicked his tongue and said, "Of course, does it need to be said? The Ministry of Magic can't find any girl prettier than her, and she's still single."

"I'll get her!" Bird said happily, "I'll definitely get her heart!"

Swell sighed, unable to bear to hit his friend.

Candice Apparated to Knockturn Alley after leaving the Ministry of Magic.

She received an order from her superiors to go to Bojinbok Black Magic Store to find out the source of a black magic item, but she didn't expect to meet someone she never wanted to see again in this life.

As she entered the store, the hangings on the store door jingled, and the low, magnetic voice of the clerk came from inside the door.

"Welcome—" His words came to an abrupt end, Candice looked up and met those long-lost eyes.

Tom Riddle hadn't seen Candice for a long time.

He never thought of carrying out the deal with Dumbledore honestly, he simply looked down on Dumbledore.

He just pretended to agree, waiting for the opportunity.

This opportunity will not come too early, he knows in his heart, so he never thought that he would see Candice so soon.

She has always been protected by Dumbledore, even after graduation, there are always Dumbledore's people hovering around her.

Riddle knew this well, so he couldn't disturb her life.

It was unexpected for both of them that they would meet like this.

Candice turned and left the moment she realized it, how could Riddle just let her go?

He didn't want to think about it and quickly chased after him.

Candice was stopped by him at the end of a fork in Knockturn Alley.

She stood there, wand in hand, gasping for breath.

Riddle watched her, unwilling to look away.

She became more and more beautiful.

Without him, she seemed to be doing well, her skin glowing like pearls under the sun.

She was wearing a dark green silk dress, which was close to her body and outlined her perfect figure curves. She put on a thin black coat over the skirt, her long golden hair was scattered on her shoulders, and her blue eyes stared at him coldly. with him.

Riddle stared at her intoxicated. Everything Hepzibah dreamed of, Candice could easily get from him, but she seemed not interested at all, and even disgusted by it.

"Get out of the way." Candice bit her lip and said, eager to leave him.

Riddle stood there straight, and it took a long time before he said, "Where are you going?"

"It has nothing to do with you." Her cold words came so quickly.

Riddle frowned, his thin lips were tightly pressed, and he unconsciously took a step forward.

Seeing this, Candice immediately turned around and wanted to run, but she couldn't run away.

Riddle apparated in front of her, blocking her way again, and she slammed into his arms hard, and he held her tightly, no matter how hard she struggled.

"Let me go!" Candice pushed him excitedly, Riddle's lips fell between her temples, and she shed tears.

"I miss you very much, do you miss me?" He murmured, the sincerity in his tone made people feel ridiculous.

"I never thought of you for a second." Candice's blue eyes looked at him without emotion, as if treating a dead thing.

An unspeakable anger hit Riddle's heart.

He silently cast her a Confining Curse, and Candice couldn't move anymore.

"What do you want to do." Candice fell to the ground very calmly, "You want to kill me?"

Riddle knelt beside her on one knee, caressed her delicate cheeks, looked at her fascinatedly and said, "Do you want to die? Or, are you afraid of death?"

Candice chuckled and said, "If I had to choose between you and death, I would choose death."

Riddle frowned, and he stared at her quietly for a long time before saying softly, "I won't let you die."

"If you don't let me go and walk away from here, then you will only get my body." Candice paused.

Riddle seemed to smile: "Is death even better than my love?"

……Love.

He really shouldn't have mentioned that word.

As soon as he mentioned this word, Candice desperately began to break through his confinement spell, and it seemed that she really didn't intend to live.

Bad memories mixed with good ones caused wars in her mind, and the pain that was finally beginning to fade flooded her heart, and Candice was almost suffocated.

Riddle watched her impatiently.

He suddenly said: "I will never let you die in my life." He whispered softly, "I will let you stay away from death just like me."

Candice realized something was wrong.

"What do you want to do."

She wanted to dodge back, and her desire to escape became stronger and stronger. In Riddle's eyes, she was an inseparable existence.

"I need you to wait for me all the time, in your perfect appearance at this moment."

He lowered his voice and approached her, cast a restraining spell, and Candice couldn't move at all.

He stretched out his hand and opened his sleeve, revealing the birthday present she gave him many years ago.

The bracelet inlaid with green gemstones.

Candice looked at the bracelet on his wrist with sour eyes, their past kept reappearing in front of her eyes, she raised her head in pain and contradiction, tears kept falling down.

Knockturn Alley is not a safe place, many wandering wizards stay here.

Just when Riddle was about to do something to Candice, a homeless man broke into the place. Riddle looked back at the guy who was staring at them in a daze, with a slight curl of his mouth, and whispered: "It seems that even Merlin helping me too."

As soon as he raised his hand, the homeless man was caught beside him. Candice looked at him in astonishment, not knowing what he was going to do.

Riddle restrained the tramp and sealed his mouth so that he could not make a sound or move.

He took off the bracelet on his wrist that he hadn't taken off since he got it, and quietly placed it in front of Candice.

"You gave it to me. I've always worn it on my body and never took it off." He whispered, "Now I'll give it back to you. You must keep it well, you know?"

Candice wanted to say something, but in the next second, Riddle grabbed her hand holding the wand and said to her, "Kill him."

This "he" is of course not Riddle, but the imprisoned tramp.

The homeless man showed fear on his face, and he looked at Candice uneasily, how could Candice kill him?

She is not Riddle, she has never hurt a magical creature in her life, how could she kill someone?

She definitely wouldn't do what he wanted, she didn't even want to look at this lunatic, so she just closed her eyes.

"You're always so disobedient." Riddle stared at the girl who resisted, and said softly, "But it's okay. I'll let you do it."

As soon as he finished speaking, an indescribable feeling invaded Candice's mind, and a voice kept saying in her ear—"Kill him."

She felt herself move.

She realized she was gripping her wand, pointing the tip at the homeless man who had wet his pants, and the voice said in her ear again—"Kill him!"

Candice was stunned.

It's the Imperius Curse!

She stared wide-eyed at the tramp, about to throw a spell at him, but she held back with all her might.

But at the second when she was slightly awake, the control of her body was taken away again.

Riddle's Imperius Curse was too powerful, and when he really wanted her to do something, she couldn't fight back at all.

She almost watched as her wand cast a spell at the homeless man, and she heard her own voice say, "—Avada Kedavra."

A green light hit the homeless man, who shook lightly and fell to the ground.

Candice lost all strength at that moment, and she fell into Riddle's arms, still unable to regain control of her body.

Riddle controlled her, and she felt like she was following him in another long and complicated spell, and she had no idea what that meant, except that after the last letter of the spell, there was an overwhelming, helpless feeling. The unbearable pain swept her whole body, she felt as if she was divided in two, and the consciousness pulled away when the pain reached its peak, she slowly closed those blue, pure eyes, in the darkness lost consciousness.

Riddle gazed at the quiet and beautiful girl lying in his arms, he kissed her cheek, and after the boundless darkness poured into the bracelet she gave him, he put it on her wrist.

It looks no different from ordinary decorations at the moment.

That was his inspiration for the resurrection stone ring.

It's no longer an ordinary bracelet, it's a Horcrux.

It is the horcrux he carefully crafted for her, and it is the proof that she can accompany him for eternal life.

It was on her finger, safe and harmless, as restrained as he had done with the Resurrection Stone ring.

This is actually very laborious. A black magic item requires a very powerful force to suppress it if people do not realize its danger.

Of course he can do it, but there is a deadline.

After a certain amount of time, it will no longer be able to hide its darkness, but that's okay...

It's enough for a while.

She'll put it away nicely.

"You have to hide it." He whispered softly in her ear, "Hide it in a place where no one will find it."

Candice was unconscious and unresponsive to it, but he knew she would.

He never doubted his spell.

He stood up slowly, cast a disappearing spell on the homeless man's body, picked Candice up, and wanted to take her away.

Before he left, the sound of apparition sounded, and Dumbledore suddenly appeared here, snatching Candice from his arms in the blink of an eye.

Riddle stared at him grimly: "I thought you'd come earlier, Dumbledore."

Dumbledore said blankly: "You broke our deal, you promised me—"

"I didn't destroy it, isn't she fine?" Riddle said impatiently, "You put a protection spell on her? Or a tracking spell?"

"You have no right to know," said Dumbledore quickly, "get out of here before I lose my temper."

Riddle didn't look at him again.

He just looked at Candice quietly.

He killed Hepzibah, took Slytherin's locket and Hufflepuff's gold cup, and blamed Hao Qi.

The Ministry of Magic is convinced of this, but the missing items have not yet been found out.

This matter will contact him sooner or later, although Hao Qi's memory can only prove that he did know the existence of the locket and the gold cup, but Hepziba has a bunch of excellent relatives, killing people is easy for him at present, but he has repeatedly Evading the Ministry of Magic is not as easy as imagined.

He has to leave England.

He also wanted to leave a long time ago, he needs time to become stronger, and needs to go to more places...

Maybe he has Merlin to thank for meeting Candice before he leaves and doing something he will never regret.

He took one last look at Candice, and Apparated in front of Dumbledore.

Dumbledore frowned, and he quickly left here with Candice in his arms, returning to his residence in Godric's Hollow.

Candice was unconscious, pale and cold.

Dumbledore cast the Warming Charm on her over and over again, and it was not until late at night that she gradually opened her eyes.

She thought she would never wake up again.

She knows exactly what she did, even if it wasn't her intention.

She kills people.

Riddle made her kill someone.

Candice sat up abruptly, panting violently, tears pouring out like a sea tide, she squeezed her throat tightly, trying to understand her own life in this way.

Dumbledore stopped her, held her tightly in his arms, and said quickly in a low voice, "I'm here, Candice, don't do that, you've already escaped from him."

Candice doesn't just want to run away from him.

Dumbledore had no idea what was going on.

Candice leaned in his arms, she kept crying, but her tone was unusually calm: "I must die, Albus."

Dumbledore looked at her in confusion, "Why?"

Candice couldn't speak.

She couldn't explain it.

All she could say to him was, "Legilitiv me - please."

Dumbledore stared slightly, and entered her brain under her pleading.

It was an extremely dark and painful memory.

Riddle controlled Candice with the Imperius Curse and ordered her to kill someone.

A homeless man in Knockturn Alley died under Candice's death curse.

The incident of killing people against her will caused Candice to die. What she said to Riddle was vague in her memory, and then she passed out quickly, and everything came to an abrupt end here.

Dumbledore withdrew from her memory, and he said in an extremely complicated tone: "It's not your fault." He said hoarsely, "The wrong person is Riddle, you just got his Imperius Curse, you Knowing nothing, you don't want to do that."

Candice said hoarsely: "But people do die under my wand..." She raised her wand, which symbolized innocence, and said desperately, "I killed people, with my wand, I'm a sinner..."

Dumbledore grabbed her hand and said without hesitation: "You didn't do anything. You didn't kill someone, it was Tom Riddle!" He paused every word, "You were just a dream, wake up It'll be fine once you get here."

Dream……

Is it a dream?

Candice slowly closed her eyes, and she murmured in a low voice: "...you are right, Professor." She said tremblingly, "it's all just a dream... I'm still living in my 13 Years old... We spent that Christmas side by side, and on that year's birthday he stayed with me in the Astronomy Tower for a whole night of freezing, I was still at that time, I didn't kill anyone, and I didn't go crazy..." She covered her face, Her hands were full of tears, "The years to come are all fake, this is a dream, it's a dream..."

Dumbledore stared at her and echoed her: "Yes. This is a dream." He slowly picked up his wand and said softly, "I assure you that these are all dreams, and when you open your eyes again, you will not Remember anything about that person again. Whether it's painful or good, don't remember anything."

Candice looked at him in a daze, and then she lost consciousness little by little under his spell.

Dumbledore stared at Candice, unconscious in his arms.

His Gryffindor rose shouldn't weep till dawn.

She should have her best and pure life, marry a reliable man, have a stable job, and have the love and cherish of him and her father.

That was the life his Tangtang should have.

Dumbledore picked up his wand, and the Elder Wand was in his hand. He looked directly into Candice's face, aimed his wand at her, and whispered, "—Obliviate."

So...forget it...

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