Chapter 413 Collapse
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 413 Collapse
"do not talk!"
A photographer named Bozo is about to break down.
He lowered his voice, his face was full of anger, with a look of incredulity, and he muttered in a subdued and withdrawn tone, "How do you know all this? You...you are simply a devil, a devil!"
"Devil? A Muggle-made thing... How do you believe this? What we reporters believe in should be to dig hard for everything...even if the other party is a Death Eater."
"Yes, this angle is more powerful...For example,—the major loophole in Azkaban, the collusion inside and outside the Ministry of Magic!—or, why the Death Eaters always attack Hogwarts, they have a feud with Dumbledore..."
"Think about it, what could shock the world more than this - if the reputation of that double-faced hypocrite is discredited, let the world know that a saint who radiates light all over his body is extremely dirty behind his back... This is called news! Unfortunately, I can't prove that Lupine has a special connection with Dumbledore..."
"Did you come up with the rumor that Lupine is Dumbledore's son that was circulated in the Three Broomsticks and the Leaky Cauldron earlier?" Bozo's face was extremely ugly. He wanted to draw a line with this crazy woman now, but unfortunately there was no medicine for regret. The pressure of the Gringotts mortgage made him breathless. As she said, although this guy is not a good character, only by following this crazy woman can he earn enough Galleons.
"Well, not bad... all we need is a good story."
Hearing the guy's crazier words, Bozo retreated again and again, but he didn't dare to leave. He could only lower his head and tightly clutch his wand.
Rita Skeeter smiled, her lips covered in lipstick as if she had just had a good meal.
Red blood dripping.
She seemed perfectly content with the reaction to her photographer's fears.
Previously, when Rita Skeeter heard the news that there were [Dementors] in Hogsmeade in [The Leaky Cauldron], when everyone scoffed, she immediately led her photographer to come here through [Apparition] to seek opportunities.
Seek a big news opportunity.
Sure enough... as she expected,
——It's a big deal!
The smell of 'good news' whetted her appetite.
After seeing [Honeydukes] in ruins, she will be more interested in what happened, and it is acceptable to pay a little risk for it.
So she quietly urged the trembling Bozo to follow her quickly, and the two gradually approached the ruins from the mist.
……
"someone is coming……"
Lupine sniffed his nose vigorously, and roared in a low voice,
The canine teeth are already showing.
Now he is trying his best to suppress the effect of [Language], at least... he can't transform into madness here.
Although he had already drank the [Walker's Poison] to maintain his sanity, but if someone saw him appearing in such a crime scene, even with Dumbledore's dealings, Fudge would probably put the pot on his head directly.
And also...
"Blake, you need to transform quickly! If anyone sees..."
Before Lupine could finish his sentence, Rita Skeeter walked in.
The strong smell of her perfume was so pungent that Lupine, who was now more sensitive to smell, was very uncomfortable. He sneezed several times. He rubbed his nose and looked down at this big-faced female reporter with a hairstyle like a poodle.
Lupine saw the video camera that Bozo was holding in the back, and under the circumstances, it was better for him not to leave any live photos.
So he and Blake avoided the two of them again and again, especially the lens of the camera.
Snape watched as one of the two bowed their heads in silence, while the other bent down and squatted down, almost stuffing his head into his neck, and blocked Rita Skeeter's sight of looking for the little wizard (mainly the MacGuffin who had changed into a half-snake, half-human shape) with his body.
He cursed secretly, and could only stand up by himself to deal with this idiot reporter who was in extreme trouble.
"Come in, take a picture, take a picture!"
Rita Skeeter urged again and again, "I'm telling you that even if the Death Eaters appeared here, they would have slipped away long ago... Look at this scene, they must have been discovered, and there was a conflict and fight... Now that the situation here, no matter how slow the reaction of those incompetent guys from the Ministry of Magic, it is estimated that a large number of Aurors will fill this place in a short time to show that they have acted."
"So don't worry, we must hurry up!"
"Look...!" As she spoke, Rita Skeeter saw Snape and immediately smiled, "Professor Snape! That's great——"
"Why are you here, is it you who fought the Death Eaters?"
While talking, this guy tried to go around to check the other two wizards, as well as a few figures lying on the ground.
"Is that the victim?"
"Or a Death Eater?"
Rita Skeeter's voice was shrill and thin because of this unexpected surprise.
"Professor Snape, how did you find out about all this?...Or is it related to your past experiences? I remember that you seemed to be a Death Eater, and you were saved from prison only because of Dumbledore's guarantee...Is it because of this situation that you were able to find them? Or do you have any secret connections with them?"
Snape waved his wand coldly, and directly knocked back the big head that was trying to lean out, shaking its head.
As for the photographer behind Rita Skeeter, when he heard that Snape was once a Death Eater, he trembled and kept backing away, trying to stay away from the female reporter who was madly trying to die.
Although Snape disliked and even hated Black and Lupine, he also understood that this time was not the time to let this idiot reporter wander around here and discover their identities.
Especially when everything is unclear.
Like that MacGuffin Albert, and how did idiot Harry appear here?What happened to this explosion?What about the Death Eaters?And of course...and Wormtail Scabbers...he had to figure out what the hell was going on.
"You can't be here!" Snape raised his wand at the two uninvited people, with a hint of danger in his tone.
"I said... the reader has a right to know the truth, Professor Snape. I'm just doing my job—"
Rita Skeeter raised a thick eyebrow.
"No, get out of here, I won't say it a second time." Snape responded coldly. "otherwise--"
It's kind of threatening.
The photographer Bozuo ran away without any scruples about his colleague being thrown in here.
When Rita Skeeter heard the movement, she glanced back and looked at Snape. She couldn't hold back her smile, but she immediately stiffened her neck and said, "Otherwise...this is [Honeydukes], not Hogwarts, and I'm not a little wizard who hasn't graduated..."
"Besides, there are so many wizards here outside, and that coward Bozo has already run away. Although it didn't do anything...but you can't do anything to me. Otherwise, the Aurors will definitely know."
"You'd better be polite to me, otherwise I'll talk about the Hogwarts Potions professor threatening the reporter in the next issue of the Daily Prophet, and the incident that hinders the truth from being reported..."
Speaking of this guy, she opened the brand new crocodile leather handbag on her wrist, took out a palm-sized parchment notebook and a shorthand pen, slammed it in front of Snape, and asked again unceremoniously,
"If you are willing to communicate with me, our situation shouldn't be so deadlocked... Now the news related to the Ministry of Magic and the Death Eaters is the hot topic... It's the trend. I'm not interested in caring about a magic candy store and Hogwarts..."
"If you cooperate, then everything is easy to say... Wait a minute, is that Lupine? Are you that werewolf professor?"
"Ha! It's wonderful! The next report is also available!"
Rita Skeeter finally figured out who the other wizard who was head-butting was, she immediately turned her attention away from Snape, muttered to herself, and happily swished her stylus pen back and forth across her notebook.
Then, with a flick of Snape's wand, the fellow looked back and identified - the other wizard who was practically crouching on the ground.
"Are you a Hogwarts staff member too? Looks familiar..."
Rita Skeeter frowned and stared into Black's face and asked.
She always felt that this guy was very familiar, but she never expected to see it there.
When Black swallowed his saliva desperately, for fear of being discovered, the female reporter suddenly exclaimed, "Is that Harry Potter?"
When she was staring at Black, she accidentally found the little wizard lying on the ground, with that lightning-shaped scar—the face in the photo that she had probably seen hundreds or thousands of times.
Any reporter in the wizarding press should remember the face of Harry Potter.
This is the most important unspoken rule that all journalists have silently observed over the years.
How many valuable news and stories has this boy who survived provided for many newspapers, authors and reporters in the past 11 years.
The little wizard is simply what people like them really mean - the savior.
He is like a 'hen rooster' who will keep laying golden eggs.
After all, who could resist the story of a poor little wizard who was born with a legendary halo?
What is even more exaggerated is the current situation. Harry Potter is lying in a magic shop with a few friends covered in bruises...
Thinking about it, there are hundreds of stories that could be made up... Ugh!able to create...
Rita Skeeter was panting continuously, expelling two thick breaths from her nostrils, she was extremely excited, and her face was flushed.
The inspiration for creating a story in her mind is surging wildly now.
such as--
At the scene where Harry Potter fainted, there was Professor Slytherin who didn't deal with him (you don't need to investigate this, Rita can also know about the grievances between Slytherin and Gryffindor students)... there is a werewolf professor, and there is a wretched fat guy.
She can be written as:
【What did they do to this little wizard? ... Is it the corruption of conscience, or the fall of morality...]
Even if that doesn't work...there are still traces of those Death Eaters...and how could these little wizards be here?
Then write it as: [The little wizard who was the savior of the past, now degenerates into...]
Or specialize in the Ministry of Magic, Fudge's scandal, Dumbledore's loopholes in running Hogwarts...
--ah!This year's Wizarding Weekly Z. Lip wizarding reporter award must be his own.
Rita Skeeter had a joyful expression on her face, as if she had won a grand prize of tens of thousands of Galleons, she was so happy that she was about to faint.
So Lian turned over the page written in the original notebook, and immediately looked around, the shorthand pen was shaking wildly, and something was written on it.
While she was bursting with inspiration and writing continuously, while looking around for some big news, she seemed to have discovered something again.
"what is that?"
The guy jumped at Lupine like a dog looking for death (si).
She didn't care at all about the half-wolf Professor Lupine who had grinned and bared her teeth with a ferocious expression. Instead, she carefully looked at the half-snake, half-human monster...
A 'poor' little wizard who looks like he has been deformed by the most vicious 'black magic'.
— This is another big news.
Rita Skeeter yelled, "Bozo, Bozo... Get over here and take a picture, this is great news material!"
"A little wizard was cursed by Death Eaters and transformed viciously with black magic... This time Cornelius Fudge is dead, we must be the first to report it."
"Little guy, wake up, wake up for me!"
She shook him regardless of the little wizard's current situation, and slapped the scaly head vigorously, while turning her head and roaring outside.
Black, and Lupine hesitated, finally couldn't bear to stop the situation, but were stopped by Snape.
He stared at McGuffin Albert and Rita Skeeter, who was getting more and more violent, and explained to the two people next to him, "In this situation, you'd better not go up. What's more, now that McGuffin's condition has stabilized, don't you see that his appearance has recovered a lot from the beginning? It won't get worse. Of course, the follow-up treatment and recovery can only be decided with Madam Pomfrey and Professor Dumbledore, or a more professional therapist..."
Seeing that the two still refused to stop, Snape lowered his voice and said coldly, "Think about Wormtail, think about [Blood Curse]... Do you really want that idiot reporter to know something? And you, Blake, don't hurry up and hide, if the photographer will take a picture of you soon... then you will be in trouble!"
Lupine and Black stopped.
Meanwhile, the MacGuffin finally opened his eyes.
"this is me……"
McGuffin felt like he was wearing an inappropriate leather sheath, tightly holding the flesh and rubbing against each other, shaking his body a little bit caused the slightest pain.
And now it seems that he hasn't closed his eyes for several days and nights, his head is groggy, weak, irritable... even hallucinations and auditory hallucinations appear.
A pie face like a poodle was smiling all over his face, but he was looking at him over his head with disgust.
He... seems to remember this person... what's her name?
McGuffin thought about it, but then recalled the memory of the last scene in his mind... the fire, the explosion, the Death Eaters, and the erosion of the [Blood Curse], as well as the dark magic power that was about to move in his body.
The guy in front of me is not an illusion...
She is Rita Skeeter.
How is she here?
"Ron? Hermione...Harry?..."
McGuffin raised his head and looked around. Over the big banana in front of him, he saw the Froome couple lying on the ground, the twins...
Seeing that Harry and Hermione Ron were all right again, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then saw Snape with a face pulled hard; he was a little werewolf, with canine teeth sticking out, and he recognized the hairy Professor Lupin under his temples...
But... who is that fat guy?
How eerily familiar!
Who is it?
McGuffin pondered and recalled, subconsciously nodded his head, but found that the touch was very special... hard and slippery.
My heart tightened,
He immediately put his palm on his scalp.
The furry touch is gone!
--No way?
He covered his head with his hands again in disbelief, stroking back and forth.
——I still don’t feel it!
A terrible idea gradually took shape in my heart.
McGuffin roared hissingly,
"--Do not!"
…………
Note: [Z·Outrageous Journalist Award] is the most outrageous among wizarding reporter awards, uh...it is the highest honor for wizarding reporters in the western magic news media, yes, it is the highest honor.
(End of this chapter)
"do not talk!"
A photographer named Bozo is about to break down.
He lowered his voice, his face was full of anger, with a look of incredulity, and he muttered in a subdued and withdrawn tone, "How do you know all this? You...you are simply a devil, a devil!"
"Devil? A Muggle-made thing... How do you believe this? What we reporters believe in should be to dig hard for everything...even if the other party is a Death Eater."
"Yes, this angle is more powerful...For example,—the major loophole in Azkaban, the collusion inside and outside the Ministry of Magic!—or, why the Death Eaters always attack Hogwarts, they have a feud with Dumbledore..."
"Think about it, what could shock the world more than this - if the reputation of that double-faced hypocrite is discredited, let the world know that a saint who radiates light all over his body is extremely dirty behind his back... This is called news! Unfortunately, I can't prove that Lupine has a special connection with Dumbledore..."
"Did you come up with the rumor that Lupine is Dumbledore's son that was circulated in the Three Broomsticks and the Leaky Cauldron earlier?" Bozo's face was extremely ugly. He wanted to draw a line with this crazy woman now, but unfortunately there was no medicine for regret. The pressure of the Gringotts mortgage made him breathless. As she said, although this guy is not a good character, only by following this crazy woman can he earn enough Galleons.
"Well, not bad... all we need is a good story."
Hearing the guy's crazier words, Bozo retreated again and again, but he didn't dare to leave. He could only lower his head and tightly clutch his wand.
Rita Skeeter smiled, her lips covered in lipstick as if she had just had a good meal.
Red blood dripping.
She seemed perfectly content with the reaction to her photographer's fears.
Previously, when Rita Skeeter heard the news that there were [Dementors] in Hogsmeade in [The Leaky Cauldron], when everyone scoffed, she immediately led her photographer to come here through [Apparition] to seek opportunities.
Seek a big news opportunity.
Sure enough... as she expected,
——It's a big deal!
The smell of 'good news' whetted her appetite.
After seeing [Honeydukes] in ruins, she will be more interested in what happened, and it is acceptable to pay a little risk for it.
So she quietly urged the trembling Bozo to follow her quickly, and the two gradually approached the ruins from the mist.
……
"someone is coming……"
Lupine sniffed his nose vigorously, and roared in a low voice,
The canine teeth are already showing.
Now he is trying his best to suppress the effect of [Language], at least... he can't transform into madness here.
Although he had already drank the [Walker's Poison] to maintain his sanity, but if someone saw him appearing in such a crime scene, even with Dumbledore's dealings, Fudge would probably put the pot on his head directly.
And also...
"Blake, you need to transform quickly! If anyone sees..."
Before Lupine could finish his sentence, Rita Skeeter walked in.
The strong smell of her perfume was so pungent that Lupine, who was now more sensitive to smell, was very uncomfortable. He sneezed several times. He rubbed his nose and looked down at this big-faced female reporter with a hairstyle like a poodle.
Lupine saw the video camera that Bozo was holding in the back, and under the circumstances, it was better for him not to leave any live photos.
So he and Blake avoided the two of them again and again, especially the lens of the camera.
Snape watched as one of the two bowed their heads in silence, while the other bent down and squatted down, almost stuffing his head into his neck, and blocked Rita Skeeter's sight of looking for the little wizard (mainly the MacGuffin who had changed into a half-snake, half-human shape) with his body.
He cursed secretly, and could only stand up by himself to deal with this idiot reporter who was in extreme trouble.
"Come in, take a picture, take a picture!"
Rita Skeeter urged again and again, "I'm telling you that even if the Death Eaters appeared here, they would have slipped away long ago... Look at this scene, they must have been discovered, and there was a conflict and fight... Now that the situation here, no matter how slow the reaction of those incompetent guys from the Ministry of Magic, it is estimated that a large number of Aurors will fill this place in a short time to show that they have acted."
"So don't worry, we must hurry up!"
"Look...!" As she spoke, Rita Skeeter saw Snape and immediately smiled, "Professor Snape! That's great——"
"Why are you here, is it you who fought the Death Eaters?"
While talking, this guy tried to go around to check the other two wizards, as well as a few figures lying on the ground.
"Is that the victim?"
"Or a Death Eater?"
Rita Skeeter's voice was shrill and thin because of this unexpected surprise.
"Professor Snape, how did you find out about all this?...Or is it related to your past experiences? I remember that you seemed to be a Death Eater, and you were saved from prison only because of Dumbledore's guarantee...Is it because of this situation that you were able to find them? Or do you have any secret connections with them?"
Snape waved his wand coldly, and directly knocked back the big head that was trying to lean out, shaking its head.
As for the photographer behind Rita Skeeter, when he heard that Snape was once a Death Eater, he trembled and kept backing away, trying to stay away from the female reporter who was madly trying to die.
Although Snape disliked and even hated Black and Lupine, he also understood that this time was not the time to let this idiot reporter wander around here and discover their identities.
Especially when everything is unclear.
Like that MacGuffin Albert, and how did idiot Harry appear here?What happened to this explosion?What about the Death Eaters?And of course...and Wormtail Scabbers...he had to figure out what the hell was going on.
"You can't be here!" Snape raised his wand at the two uninvited people, with a hint of danger in his tone.
"I said... the reader has a right to know the truth, Professor Snape. I'm just doing my job—"
Rita Skeeter raised a thick eyebrow.
"No, get out of here, I won't say it a second time." Snape responded coldly. "otherwise--"
It's kind of threatening.
The photographer Bozuo ran away without any scruples about his colleague being thrown in here.
When Rita Skeeter heard the movement, she glanced back and looked at Snape. She couldn't hold back her smile, but she immediately stiffened her neck and said, "Otherwise...this is [Honeydukes], not Hogwarts, and I'm not a little wizard who hasn't graduated..."
"Besides, there are so many wizards here outside, and that coward Bozo has already run away. Although it didn't do anything...but you can't do anything to me. Otherwise, the Aurors will definitely know."
"You'd better be polite to me, otherwise I'll talk about the Hogwarts Potions professor threatening the reporter in the next issue of the Daily Prophet, and the incident that hinders the truth from being reported..."
Speaking of this guy, she opened the brand new crocodile leather handbag on her wrist, took out a palm-sized parchment notebook and a shorthand pen, slammed it in front of Snape, and asked again unceremoniously,
"If you are willing to communicate with me, our situation shouldn't be so deadlocked... Now the news related to the Ministry of Magic and the Death Eaters is the hot topic... It's the trend. I'm not interested in caring about a magic candy store and Hogwarts..."
"If you cooperate, then everything is easy to say... Wait a minute, is that Lupine? Are you that werewolf professor?"
"Ha! It's wonderful! The next report is also available!"
Rita Skeeter finally figured out who the other wizard who was head-butting was, she immediately turned her attention away from Snape, muttered to herself, and happily swished her stylus pen back and forth across her notebook.
Then, with a flick of Snape's wand, the fellow looked back and identified - the other wizard who was practically crouching on the ground.
"Are you a Hogwarts staff member too? Looks familiar..."
Rita Skeeter frowned and stared into Black's face and asked.
She always felt that this guy was very familiar, but she never expected to see it there.
When Black swallowed his saliva desperately, for fear of being discovered, the female reporter suddenly exclaimed, "Is that Harry Potter?"
When she was staring at Black, she accidentally found the little wizard lying on the ground, with that lightning-shaped scar—the face in the photo that she had probably seen hundreds or thousands of times.
Any reporter in the wizarding press should remember the face of Harry Potter.
This is the most important unspoken rule that all journalists have silently observed over the years.
How many valuable news and stories has this boy who survived provided for many newspapers, authors and reporters in the past 11 years.
The little wizard is simply what people like them really mean - the savior.
He is like a 'hen rooster' who will keep laying golden eggs.
After all, who could resist the story of a poor little wizard who was born with a legendary halo?
What is even more exaggerated is the current situation. Harry Potter is lying in a magic shop with a few friends covered in bruises...
Thinking about it, there are hundreds of stories that could be made up... Ugh!able to create...
Rita Skeeter was panting continuously, expelling two thick breaths from her nostrils, she was extremely excited, and her face was flushed.
The inspiration for creating a story in her mind is surging wildly now.
such as--
At the scene where Harry Potter fainted, there was Professor Slytherin who didn't deal with him (you don't need to investigate this, Rita can also know about the grievances between Slytherin and Gryffindor students)... there is a werewolf professor, and there is a wretched fat guy.
She can be written as:
【What did they do to this little wizard? ... Is it the corruption of conscience, or the fall of morality...]
Even if that doesn't work...there are still traces of those Death Eaters...and how could these little wizards be here?
Then write it as: [The little wizard who was the savior of the past, now degenerates into...]
Or specialize in the Ministry of Magic, Fudge's scandal, Dumbledore's loopholes in running Hogwarts...
--ah!This year's Wizarding Weekly Z. Lip wizarding reporter award must be his own.
Rita Skeeter had a joyful expression on her face, as if she had won a grand prize of tens of thousands of Galleons, she was so happy that she was about to faint.
So Lian turned over the page written in the original notebook, and immediately looked around, the shorthand pen was shaking wildly, and something was written on it.
While she was bursting with inspiration and writing continuously, while looking around for some big news, she seemed to have discovered something again.
"what is that?"
The guy jumped at Lupine like a dog looking for death (si).
She didn't care at all about the half-wolf Professor Lupine who had grinned and bared her teeth with a ferocious expression. Instead, she carefully looked at the half-snake, half-human monster...
A 'poor' little wizard who looks like he has been deformed by the most vicious 'black magic'.
— This is another big news.
Rita Skeeter yelled, "Bozo, Bozo... Get over here and take a picture, this is great news material!"
"A little wizard was cursed by Death Eaters and transformed viciously with black magic... This time Cornelius Fudge is dead, we must be the first to report it."
"Little guy, wake up, wake up for me!"
She shook him regardless of the little wizard's current situation, and slapped the scaly head vigorously, while turning her head and roaring outside.
Black, and Lupine hesitated, finally couldn't bear to stop the situation, but were stopped by Snape.
He stared at McGuffin Albert and Rita Skeeter, who was getting more and more violent, and explained to the two people next to him, "In this situation, you'd better not go up. What's more, now that McGuffin's condition has stabilized, don't you see that his appearance has recovered a lot from the beginning? It won't get worse. Of course, the follow-up treatment and recovery can only be decided with Madam Pomfrey and Professor Dumbledore, or a more professional therapist..."
Seeing that the two still refused to stop, Snape lowered his voice and said coldly, "Think about Wormtail, think about [Blood Curse]... Do you really want that idiot reporter to know something? And you, Blake, don't hurry up and hide, if the photographer will take a picture of you soon... then you will be in trouble!"
Lupine and Black stopped.
Meanwhile, the MacGuffin finally opened his eyes.
"this is me……"
McGuffin felt like he was wearing an inappropriate leather sheath, tightly holding the flesh and rubbing against each other, shaking his body a little bit caused the slightest pain.
And now it seems that he hasn't closed his eyes for several days and nights, his head is groggy, weak, irritable... even hallucinations and auditory hallucinations appear.
A pie face like a poodle was smiling all over his face, but he was looking at him over his head with disgust.
He... seems to remember this person... what's her name?
McGuffin thought about it, but then recalled the memory of the last scene in his mind... the fire, the explosion, the Death Eaters, and the erosion of the [Blood Curse], as well as the dark magic power that was about to move in his body.
The guy in front of me is not an illusion...
She is Rita Skeeter.
How is she here?
"Ron? Hermione...Harry?..."
McGuffin raised his head and looked around. Over the big banana in front of him, he saw the Froome couple lying on the ground, the twins...
Seeing that Harry and Hermione Ron were all right again, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then saw Snape with a face pulled hard; he was a little werewolf, with canine teeth sticking out, and he recognized the hairy Professor Lupin under his temples...
But... who is that fat guy?
How eerily familiar!
Who is it?
McGuffin pondered and recalled, subconsciously nodded his head, but found that the touch was very special... hard and slippery.
My heart tightened,
He immediately put his palm on his scalp.
The furry touch is gone!
--No way?
He covered his head with his hands again in disbelief, stroking back and forth.
——I still don’t feel it!
A terrible idea gradually took shape in my heart.
McGuffin roared hissingly,
"--Do not!"
…………
Note: [Z·Outrageous Journalist Award] is the most outrageous among wizarding reporter awards, uh...it is the highest honor for wizarding reporters in the western magic news media, yes, it is the highest honor.
(End of this chapter)
