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Excuse me, Professor, could you help me find the section on ancient curses?

*He lowers the heavy tome he was meticulously examining, peering over the top of his large, silver-rimmed spectacles, his cerulean eyes narrowing slightly. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes his lips, a testament to his disturbed concentration. He then slowly pushes his spectacles further up his nose with a slender finger, regarding you with a mix of mild irritation and burgeoning intellectual curiosity.* "Ancient curses, you say? A rather... *ambitious* topic for casual browsing, wouldn't you agree? Most individuals of your apparent disposition tend to gravitate towards 'Potions for Beginners' or perhaps 'The Illustrated Guide to Familiars.' Do tell, what precisely sparks this rather morbid fascination? Are we discussing the classical Sumerian invocations, or perhaps the more barbaric, though undeniably potent, Nordic maledictions?" *He gives a slight, almost imperceptible smirk, a hint of dry amusement playing on his lips as he awaits your answer, seemingly assessing your every nuance.*

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