Harry sat at the dining table in the burrow, glancing occasionally at George in the living room. It had been a few days since their blowout, but neither of them had spoken a word to each other since.
He then glanced at Mrs. Weasley as she puttered around the kitchen. She had gone to St. Mungo's to have her nose fixed after things calmed down with George, and seemed to be more or less back to normal.
He had expected Mr. And Mrs. Weasley to ask him to leave, especially after Mr. Weasley found out what he did, but instead he took him outside to talk privately, telling him that after he spoke with Daniela, Ron, Fred, and surprisingly George he understood why Harry felt he had to do what he did, and with George getting worse he had expected an outburst like this from him for some time, but also stressed that it was something that could never happen again.
His reaction still surprised him, that Mr. Weasley would go to all that effort to make sure he understood what happened before he reacted, a far cry from how he had grown up.
George was also talking to Fred again. They weren't playing pranks or laughing like they used to, but were at least taking steps to mend their relationship.
He still felt bad about doing what he did, and while Mr. and Mrs. Weasley hadn't said it outright, he could feel a tension between them that hadn't been there before.
"You alright, Harry?" Fred asked, sitting down beside him. "You looked like you were a million miles away."
"Oh, hi Fred." Harry blinked. "Sorry about that, just lost in thought."
"Yeah," Fred replied, glancing at George in the living room, talking with Ginny. "I get that, and I know things are a little weird, but George is getting better, and my parents… they'll be back to normal soon."
"I don't understand," Harry admitted. "Your dad, he said he didn't blame me for what I did… and I think he meant it, but… I don't know."
"It's not about George, at least not directly," Fred replied.
"Then what?" Harry asked, confused. "…should I leave?"
"No," Fred replied immediately. "It's not that," he said, thinking about the best way to explain it. "Harry… you're the strongest wizard I've ever seen… and it's easy to forget that sometimes."
"My parents weren't at Hogwarts.. they didn't see. They read about what happened in the newspapers, just like everyone else, but they're used to stories being blown out of proportion. They didn't really understand until now."
"What should I do?" Harry asked.
"Give them time," Fred replied, patting him on the shoulder. "They don't want you to leave. They just need time to process."
Harry nodded, considering Fred's words.
"You done with that?" Fred asked, pointing at the Quibbler.
"Oh, yeah, sure," Harry replied, passing the newspaper to Fred.
"Thanks," Fred replied, skimming through the articles. "Did you see this?" he asked, pointing out the werewolf attack.
"I did," Harry replied. "That's the second one in less than a month."
"And all without a full moon," Fred added, scratching his head. "Strange, right?"
"And a good reason not to be outside after dark," Arthur added, sitting down at the table as well, pretending not to have overheard their earlier discussion.
"Good morning, boys," he said, taking a sip of his tea. "And plans for today?"
"Nothing much, Dad," Fred replied. "Just exercise."
"You boys have been doing that a lot," Arthur observed.
"Yeah," Ron added, joining them at the table. "Daniela said that it's good to keep up with routines."
Arthur nodded. "Just so long as you boys are being safe," he said, taking a sip of his tea. "What about you Harry," he asked, noticing that Harry wasn't in his exercise clothes.
"I've got a meeting at Gringotts," Harry explained, relieved that Mr. Weasley was at least speaking to him normally again.
"Oh?" Arthur asked, his curiosity piqued. "What about?"
"I'm not sure exactly," Harry said with a shrug, "but it came from the Chairman."
"The Chairman?" Arthur asked in surprise.
From what Bill told him, the Chairman didn't meet with just anybody, and it was only when he returned to Britain that he had his one and only meeting with him, and that was after working for the bank for five years.
"I've been doing some translation work for them over the last year, so it could be about that, I suppose," Harry added.
"Not that I don't think you're capable, Harry," Arthur said, "but why would they think to hire an eleven-year-old that had just started at Hogwarts for something like that?"
"Oh, it was after I opened Merlin's vault," Harry explained. "They thought I might have some luck deciphering some hieroglyphics they were having trouble with."
"And?" Ron asked.
"I figured it out," Harry said, mentally thanking Merlin for his help with it.
"Wow," Fred added, impressed. "Think the meeting could be about a treasure?" he asked.
"I'll let you know," Harry smiled, looking at his watch. "But don't get your hopes up," he winked. "It's probably just a boring translation job. I'd better get going, don't want to be late."
"So you'll be back in the afternoon?" Ron asked, hoping to continue his advanced training with Harry.
"Probably closer to the evening," Harry replied with a sigh. "I've got to do an interview with the Prophet too."
"The Prophet?" Ron asked, confused. "Why would you bother wasting your time on that rag?"
"I know, I know," Harry replied. "I told the same thing to Ted, but it's part of my deal with Scrimgeour. I can't get out of it."
"Better you than me, mate," Ron said with a laugh, remembering all too well what happened when a few students worked out it was him that shared his memories with Skeeter.
He even received a few letters about it, but after Fred got a hold of them and read them out loud, making kissy faces the whole way through as he did his best impression of a love-struck witch, he knew he wasn't quite ready for that kind of fame just yet.
"Yeah, yeah," Harry grumbled, but couldn't keep the smirk off his face as Ron teased him. "I'll see you guys later," he said, stepping outside to use the portkey.
***
Harry arrived at Gringotts, finding Ted already waiting outside for him. "Hi Ted, have you been waiting long?" He asked.
"No, Harry," Ted smiled. "Just got here myself, shall we?" he asked, opening the door.
"This way, Harry Potter," Griphook said, stepping out from behind his desk, leading Harry and Ted past the long line of customers to the elevator at the back, and then up to the meeting room where they found the entire board already there, waiting for them, including the Chairman himself.
Harry and Ted shared a look, realizing that if the Chairman was here, it meant the goblins wanted far more than a simple meeting.
"Please sit, Harry Potter, Ted Tonks," Griphook said, gesturing to the empty seats.
"Hello Harry Potter," the Chairman said. "I am glad to see that you've recovered from your injuries."
"Thank you," Harry replied politely.
"I have decided to call in my favor," the chairman explained, cutting to the chase. "The translation work you have been doing for the past year is for a tomb we have been excavating for the better part of the past five years."
"And why have you employed my client for this?" Ted asked. "You have teams of curse breakers under your employ for exactly this sort of thing."
"Perhaps it's better that you hear it from our lead curse breaker directly," the chairman said, gesturing to a goblin, who quickly stood up and left the boardroom.
He returned a few minutes later with someone Harry recognized immediately. "Bill?" Harry asked, looking at Ron's oldest brother in surprise.
Bill told him he worked as a curse breaker, but had never mentioned he had anything to do with the translation work he'd been doing for Gringotts.
"Hello Harry," Bill smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you about this sooner. The tomb we're excavating is top secret, and I'm sworn to secrecy."
"Tell him," Gringott said, in no mood to waste time.
"Sorry, Chairman," Bill winced, remembering the warning he'd been given about sticking to the point, and not wasting the Chairman's time.
"Harry, the tomb is in Egypt. It's the oldest one we've ever come across," Bill explained. "The hieroglyphics… I've never seen anything like it. These glyphs don't line up with any other recorded period, and there's some we've never encountered before. Even with your translations to work off of, it isn't fast enough."
"Before you came along, we even tried Muggle experts, but they were just as lost as we were. Near as we can figure, we could be looking at a precursor to the entire language," Bill explained.
"So why the rush now?" Ted asked. "You said it yourself. You've been working on this for years," he said, sensing an opportunity. "It's not like the tomb is going anywhere."
"Because a favor is owed," the goblin to the right of the chairman said in a surly voice, "and we expect you to honor it."
"I don't buy it," Ted replied, shaking his head. "You have no reason to tell us about a top-secret tomb. The risk of the secret getting out isn't worth it, not when you can just keep paying Harry to do the work in his spare time. So I'll ask again, why do you suddenly need my client's help to get you into that tomb? What's changed?"
The chairman looked at Bill, giving him a nod.
"You're right, Ted. Something's changed. It's moved up our timetable considerably," Bill explained. "Entire sections of the tomb are, for lack of a better word, coming to life. Passageways have opened up we didn't even know existed, and we don't know how much longer they're going to stay open. If they go dormant again, we may never access the tomb."
"This is sounding less and less like a favor," Harry pointed out, already guessing where Bill was going with this.
"I agree," Ted added, backing Harry up. "It sounds suspiciously like you want my client to put his life at risk to help you secure a treasure."
"This is ridiculous," the same goblin jumped in. "We sent goblins to aid you, many of whom died in the process, and all while breaking a treaty with your government to do so," he accused. "Is this what the word of Harry Potter is worth?"
Ted caught the look on Harry's face, feeling just as angry himself. "We're done here. Harry, let's go," he said, standing up.
"Typical human," the goblin muttered, shooting them a dirty look.
Ted glared at the goblin, his voice going cold. "Let's get something straight, goblin," he spat. "You weren't the only ones to lose people. You lost warriors? Well, we lost children."
"And that 'favor' you're talking about, it was to stop a demonic entity from crossing over into our world, one that had no qualms about wiping out both our peoples, so you weren't doing Harry a favor, you were saving your own skin."
"What you're 'asking' for goes well beyond even the most charitable definition of the word, and you know it," he said, pointing an angry finger at the goblin who just glared back at him.
"Chairman," Harry said, meeting the eyes of Gringott as he got the distinct impression this favor wasn't coming from him directly. "What's this really about?"
The chairman chuckled, looking at the goblin to his right. "Well, you're the one that wanted him here, Blordak. Why don't you tell him?" he ordered.
"Chairman?" Blordak asked, looking at him in surprise.
"I tire of these games," the Chairman replied, shaking his head. "You wanted Harry Potter here. There he sits," he said, pointing his finger. "Say what you want, but if he walks out that door, you have no one to blame but yourself."
Blordak's face flushed as the chairman put him on the spot. "…It isn't just any tomb," he finally admitted. "We believe it to be the tomb of Herhor."
Ted and Harry shared a look, neither of them having any idea about the significance of the name.
"It's an important find," Bill jumped in, hoping to get things back on track before Blordak said anything else to derail the meeting. "He was the high priest of Amun, and likely one of the earliest known magicals in history."
"Amun?" Harry asked, furrowing his brows. "Who is that?"
"It's not a person," Bill explained. "He's an ancient Egyptian god linked to the sun and air. His name translates to the hidden one, or mysterious of form."
"Well, that certainly explains your interest, Bill," Ted said. "But not his," he said, looking at Blordak. "What aren't you telling us?"
"Tell him," the Chairman ordered, sending a glare at Blordak.
"I believe there's a treasure hidden within the tomb," Blordak admitted.
"Not just any treasure," Bill added. "Herhor was immensely powerful, and amassed a large amount of wealth in his time, none of which has ever been discovered. Based on the size of the tomb, we strongly believe that all his wealth is there, along with countless other artifacts, and maybe even historical accounts from that time, which we know next to nothing about today. The cultural impact of a discovery like this is incalculable."
Harry nodded, remembering what Merlin kept saying about goblins, and how their society viewed treasure.
"We need to leave as soon as possible," Bill explained. "Or we may never get a chance like this again."
"That's going to be difficult," Harry replied. "I still have to appear in front of the Wizengamot to answer their questions about what happened at Hogwarts, and I'm still recovering from my injuries."
"You won't be doing anything dangerous, Harry," Bill said, obviously excited. "You'll only be doing translation work, and I think that if you see the full picture, instead of just the bits and pieces we've sent you, you can show us how to navigate the tunnels safely."
"Hold on," Ted jumped in. "Navigate tunnels? Absolutely not," he said, shaking his head. "You don't know what's in those tunnels, and have no way to guarantee Harry's safety."
"Harry," Merlin said, speaking to Harry again for the first time in days. "You can't let them go into that tomb."
'Why? What's going on?' Harry thought.
"Even in my time there were whispers about Herhor," Merlin explained. "They're right. He was an exceptionally powerful wizard, and also very dangerous."
'In your time there weren't any powerful wizards, aside from Thulsa, right?' Harry thought back.
"Herhor was long before my time," Merlin explained. "And I've searched enough tombs myself to know that it's not just treasure they'll find. Herhor will have protections in place, ones that will still be functional now. They have no idea what they're walking into."
'What aren't you telling me?' Harry thought back, sensing there was more to it.
"He is the reason future rulers hunted down and killed magicals in my time," Merlin explained. "Not just in Egypt, but everywhere."
'What did he do?' Harry thought back.
"Only the pharaohs knew for certain, but whatever he did, it was enough to convince them to hunt our kind to near extinction," Merlin warned.
'What am I supposed to do?' Harry thought. 'It's not like I'll be able to convince them to stop. With or without my help, they're eventually going to get in.'
"If you can't convince them to stop, you need to go with them," Merlin replied. "Under no circumstances can we risk whatever's in there getting out."
'How did he die?' Harry thought.
"All I know is that is that it was said to be a punishment worse than death," Merlin explained. "And only ever performed once."
"No, Ted, I'll go," Harry replied.
"What?" Ted asked, looking back at Harry sharply.
"I'll go," Harry repeated.
"Are you sure about this?" Ted asked. "Absolutely sure?"
Harry nodded.
"Alright," Ted replied. "But if you do this, I'm going to make sure you're fairly compensated."
"He will be," Blordak grumbled. "We will pay the same rate for whatever translations he does inside the tomb."
"That's not going to cut it," Ted denied. "What you're asking for is well beyond the initial agreement, and you know it."
Blordak grumbled, "Fine, double."
"Let's face facts, Blordak. Without Harry, you have nothing. You haven't found anyone else who can do these translations, and you said it yourself. Your window of opportunity is closing," Ted replied. "S0 unless you're planning on taking a battering ram to this tomb, and risk destroying whatever's inside, you're stuck."
Gringott sighed, seeing this could drag on for hours. "Blordak's family is the one that initially discovered the tomb," he explained. "As such, they have claim over it, but as they are using the bank's resources to excavate and guard the tomb, we have an agreement to collect 30% of whatever is found in the tomb."
Ted nodded. That left 70% to Blordak, and from Gringott's demeanor he was no fan of the goblin, and was here more out of obligation than anything else, and unlikely to negotiate down his share as he was probably covering most of, if not all the excavation cost.
"If the bank receives 30%, we would like the same," Ted said.
"That is outrageous," Blordak said, slamming his fist down on the table. "That is my family's treasure, our legacy! You will not steal it from me!"
"Then your treasure will remain buried in the ground forever," Ted replied, not mincing words. "You must be good at math. What's 70% of nothing, Blordak?" He asked sarcastically.
Gringott let out a bark of laughter. "Less than 70%, he's already committed more than half his family's wealth to this dig."
Blordak looked between Gringott and Potter, feeling outraged, but knowing he was stuck. The chairman had clearly chosen the side of the human over him, and any further negotiations would only fair worse for him.
"Fine," he growled. "30% of whatever we find," he said, standing up and leaving. 'I only need him to find my treasure,' he thought arrogantly. 'After that… accidents happen.'
"Clear the room," Gringott said after Blordak left. "I'll speak with Harry Potter and Ted Tonks alone. Now," he added as the rest of the board began to protest.
After the last goblin left, Gringott turned to Harry. "I must apologize for that, Harry Potter," he said with a sigh. "Blordak comes from a prominent house, one I can not simply ignore."
"Yeah," Harry agreed. "I got that feeling. Have you considered cutting ties with him?" he asked, hoping he could talk the chairman out of supporting him. "Blordak can't do this without you, and considering all the trouble these people went to in order to hide the tomb, maybe it's better if it remains buried."
"I did not take you for the superstitious type, Harry Potter," Gringott observed.
"Considering recent events, maybe we all need to be a little more superstitious," Harry countered.
Gringott cracked a smile, acknowledging the point. "I suppose so, but asking a goblin not to hunt for treasure is like asking a fish not to swim. It would simply fall on deaf ears, and one piece of advice I can give you, Harry Potter," Gringott continued. "Never give an order you know won't be followed. It never ends well for the one giving the order."
"You think they would do this behind your back?" Harry asked.
"Worse, they would consider me enfeebled, and oust me from my position," Gringott replied. "Unless you can provide a compelling reason not to."
"Nothing I can prove," Harry replied, knowing that his word alone wouldn't be enough to deter Blordak.
The chairman sighed. "Too many resources are tied up in this venture already, and as much as I would enjoy wiping the smug look off of Blordak's face, I can't deny him his treasure."
Harry nodded, finally understanding the reason for Merlin's distrust of the goblins. Even though they spoke the same language, their cultures were fundamentally different.
A goblin's status, their wealth, their station in life, their reputations, all of it hinged on finding and hoarding treasures.
"…Be careful," the Chairman warned. "Blordak's rise was not without controversy."
"What do you mean?" Harry asked.
"Originally, it was three goblin houses that committed the resources for this expedition," Gringott explained. "And while excavating tombs is not without risk, this expedition was more troubled than most. The two other families withdrew their claims rather than continue."
"Does that happen very often?" Ted asked.
Gringott shook his head. "It's practically unheard of. Our culture prides itself on finding lost treasures and the telling the stories of our hunts. The more dangerous, the better."
"I assume there was an investigation into what happened?" Ted asked.
"There was, but it yielded nothing conclusive," Gringott replied. "That's why I assigned Bill Weasley as curse breaker. Should we discover anything else about him, you will be informed through him."
***
"Harry?" Ted asked once they were outside of the bank. "Why are you so interested in going to this tomb? There are other, safer ways to make galleons."
"Ted, it isn't about the galleons," Harry explained. "They don't know what they're getting into, and if I'm not there, I think something bad could happen."
"Define bad," Ted asked, getting a sinking feeling.
"Not what happened at Hogwarts," Harry replied, guessing what Ted was thinking. "But still dangerous."
"And you figured this out from the translations you did for them?" Ted asked.
Harry sighed mentally as he nodded, adding another lie to the ever-growing list he had to maintain in order to keep his secrets.
"Alright, Harry," Ted replied. "I know you can handle yourself. I just worry sometimes that you're taking on too much."
"I know Ted," Harry replied. "Believe me, I know, but there's no other way. If there were I would take it."
Ted nodded. "Are you ready for the interview with the Prophet?"
"If we have to," Harry said resignedly.
"I know they're not your favorite people," Ted acknowledged. "But Scrimgeour came through with the retraction, and the waivers for your friends. The change to the tax code is also going to be announced tomorrow."
"I get it," Harry sighed, knowing that making an enemy out of Scrimgeour over something like this simply wasn't worth it.
"It won't be that bad," Ted smiled, patting him on the back. "They're going to stick to the tax changes for St. Mungo's. You looked over the talking points I sent you, right?"
Harry nodded.
"Good, just stick to those, and we should be done in about an hour," Ted replied. "I also arranged for Limus to do the interview."
"The one who wrote the article about my scholarship program last year?" Harry asked.
"That's the one," Ted smiled as they stepped into the Prophet building. "I thought you'd appreciate it. He's one of the few reporters in this place who sticks to the facts."
"That's odd," Ted said as they looked around, not seeing Limus anywhere. "He said he would meet us at the door."
"Mr. Tonks, Mr. Potter," right this way, a middle-aged woman said, walking up to them.
"Hello," Ted said. "And you are?"
"Grizel Hurtz," the woman replied briskly, a nervous look crossing her face as she glanced down the hallway. "Limus is running late. He asked me to escort you to the boardroom."
"How long does he expect us to wait?" Ted asked, finding it odd that the normally punctual man would be late for an interview the Minister arranged.
"…He won't be long," Grizel said after a moment's hesitation. "Shall we?" she asked, gesturing down the hallway.
"Alright," Ted agreed, willing to give Limus the benefit of the doubt, but as soon as Grizel led them to the boardroom, she turned around, quickly walking in the other direction.
They found out why a moment later when a man walked in through the door on the other side of the boardroom
Harry looked at the man, recognizing him immediately from the picture he saw the last time he was at the Prophet, Andre's father.
"Mr. Egwu?" Ted asked, recognizing him as well, his eyebrows furrowed. "What are you doing here? Where's Limus?"
"Well, I am a member of the board," Andre Sr joked, but his smile never quite reached his eyes.
"When I heard Limus was running late, I thought I would come down and introduce myself, but where are my manners? Please have a seat, Mr. Tonks, Mr. Potter. I'm sure Limus won't be long," he said, sitting down at the head of the table.
Harry sat down, recognizing the trap they had walked into for what it was. Limus wasn't coming. This was Mr. Egwu's meeting, and he was willing to risk getting on the bad side of the Minister to get it.
"Harry," Ted leaned in to whisper, seeing through the ploy as well, but before he could say anything, Mr. Egwu spoke up.
"Actually, I'm glad you're here," Andre Sr. said. "I have some questions for you about my son."
Harry nodded, understanding his perspective. The articles in the Quibbler covered what happened, but not why. 'Maybe he's just looking for closure,' he thought.
"…Mr. Egwu," Harry finally said. "There's no easy way to say this, but it wasn't just a group of cultists that attacked Hogwarts. There was also a group of students that opened the portal, your son… he was one of them. The Quibbler printed articles about it. You—"
"No," Egwu interrupted, shaking his head in denial as his composure finally cracked. "That's not possible… My son — he was a good boy. He would never get caught up in something like that. The Quibbler… it's lying."
"Mr. Egwu, it's the truth, I saw it for myself," Harry said, feeling sympathy for the man. "If it's any consolation to you, I don't believe he knew what he was doing. The entity had been manipulating Andre and his friends for years. They believed right until the end they were helping someone."
"Why didn't you save them then?" Egwu demanded angrily. "You saved everyone else."
"Mr. Egwu," Ted said, careful of his fragile emotional state. "With all due respect. This isn't what we came here for. Perhaps we can reschedule for a later date," he suggested.
"Why?" Egwu asked, his tone turning frosty. "So you'll have time to get your lies straight?" He accused.
"Ted, it's alright," Harry said. "Mr. Egwu has been waiting a long time to talk about this. I don't think it's fair that he should have to wait any longer."
Harry saw a flash of confusion in Egwu's eyes, making him believe he'd gotten through to him, but it was gone in an instant.
"Why didn't you save my boy?" Egwu demanded, his voice a mixture of despair, anger, and anguish.
Harry looked at Egwu, seeing the pain in his eyes, feeling a flash of his own suppressed emotions when he did.
"Mr. Egwu… I didn't save everyone. I couldn't, no matter how hard I tried," he said softly.
"I went to Hogwarts," Egwu said, his voice turning cold again. "I saw the memorial stone. My son's name wasn't on it. Why?" he demanded.
"Your son and his friend's actions led to the deaths of those students and professors," Harry explained as gently as he could. "I couldn't put their names on the stone after that."
"He was your friend!" Egwu shouted, tossing a pile of letters on the desk. "I have all the proof right here! He took you under his wing!" He said, his voice getting louder with each accusation. "You didn't even try to help him!"
Harry picked up a letter, quickly skimming through it as he realized what Andre had done. It was filled with lies and half-truths, painting a picture of them being all but brothers, all in an effort to make himself look better in the eyes of his father.
"This isn't what happened," Harry said patiently. "I tried to get him to stop, more than once, but he wouldn't listen."
"You're a liar," Egwu accused, unwilling to consider the possibility.
Ted stood up from his seat. "This has gone on long enough," he said, seeing how quickly it was all going off the rails. "I can see you're troubled, Mr. Egwu, but this isn't the way to handle this. We're leaving. Let's go, Harry."
"Don't you dare!" Egwu growled. "There's this too," he said, throwing a stack of pictures on the table, showing Harry fighting Andre.
Harry recognized them immediately as pictures taken from the Quibbler, when he'd separated Andre from Morgan's magic.
"He was down. You beat him," Egwu continued. "But you couldn't stop there, could you? You had to do that to him!" he shouted, throwing the last picture on the table, showing Andre's remains.
"I didn't do that to him," Harry replied calmly. "That light you see on his back," he said, pointing to one of the earlier pictures. "That's the entity's magic. I had to sever the connection. It was the only way to get to the portal and close it."
"You didn't have to do that," Andre replied, too lost in his grief to see sense. "You could have found another way."
"Mr. Egwu, it wouldn't have mattered," Harry explained. "Your son and his friends… They performed a dangerous magical ritual before they even opened the portal. They were already dying long before they opened the portal."
"You saved them," Andre accused, pointing at the pictures of his scholarship students. "It was just my son you chose not to save."
"Harry, let's go," Ted said, seeing the situation spiraling even further out of control.
"This isn't over," Egwu ranted as they reached the door. "I will expose you for the fraud you are!" he promised.
"I'm sorry about that, Harry," Ted said after they left the building. "I should have seen that coming."
"It's okay, Ted," Harry replied. "I didn't see it coming either," Harry replied.
"I'll need to make some arrangements, get ahead of this somehow," Ted said with a sigh.
"What do you think he's going to do?" Harry asked curiously.
"I don't know," Ted replied, shaking his head. "But based on the emotional state he was in, and all the resources he has at his disposal, he could do just about anything."
***
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