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diff --git a/chapters/hpmor-chapter-007.tex b/chapters/hpmor-chapter-007.tex
@@ -423,7 +423,8 @@ \chapter{Reciprocation}
 
 “Anyway, let’s sit down,” Harry said. He prepared to swig another drink and started towards the distant seating area, which put him at the right angle to glance back and see the portion of the stall’s newspaper stand that was devoted to a newspaper called \emph{The Quibbler}, which was showing the following headline:
 
-\headline{Boy-Who-Lived Gets\\ Draco Malfoy Pregnant}
+\headline{Boy-Who-Lived Gets\\
+Draco Malfoy Pregnant}
 
 “\emph{Gah!}” screamed Draco as bright green liquid sprayed all over him from Harry’s direction. Draco turned to Harry with fire in his eyes and grabbed his own can. “You son of a mudblood! Let’s see how \emph{you} like being spat upon!” Draco took a deliberate swig from the can just as his own eyes caught sight of the headline.
 
@@ -433,7 +434,8 @@ \chapter{Reciprocation}
 
 Then he looked up and stared at the newspaper headline.
 
-\headline{Boy-Who-Lived Gets\\ Draco Malfoy Pregnant}
+\headline{Boy-Who-Lived Gets\\
+Draco Malfoy Pregnant}
 
 Harry’s lips opened and said, “buh-bluh-buh-buh…”
 

diff --git a/chapters/hpmor-chapter-013.tex b/chapters/hpmor-chapter-013.tex
@@ -150,15 +150,34 @@ \chapter{Asking the Wrong Questions}
 
 Harry shrugged despairingly and went over to the cabinet he’d been given near his bed, to get his wizard’s robes for the day.
 
-On the floor of the cabinet, under his robes, were the cereal bars, and a note: \begin{align*} \hbox{\scshape Points spent: }&\hbox{1}\\ \hbox{\scshape Current points: }&\hbox{97}\\ \hbox{\scshape You have gained: }&\hbox{\scshape 6 cereal bars}\\ \hbox{\scshape You are still wearing: }&\hbox{\scshape Pyjamas}\\[1.5ex] \multicolumn{2}{c}{\hbox{\scshape Do not eat while you are wearing your pyjamas}}\\ \multicolumn{2}{c}{\scshape You will get a Pyjama Penalty} \end{align*}
+On the floor of the cabinet, under his robes, were the cereal bars, and a note:
+\begin{align*} \hbox{\scshape Points spent: }&\hbox{1}\\
+\hbox{\scshape Current points: }&\hbox{97}\\
+\hbox{\scshape You have gained: }&\hbox{\scshape 6 cereal bars}\\
+\hbox{\scshape You are still wearing: }&\hbox{\scshape Pyjamas}\\%
+[1.5ex] \multicolumn{2}{c}{\hbox{\scshape Do not eat while you are wearing your pyjamas}}\\
+\multicolumn{2}{c}{\scshape You will get a Pyjama Penalty}
+\end{align*}
 
 \emph{And now I know that whoever controls the game is insane.}
 
 “My guess is that the game is controlled by Dumbledore,” Harry said out loud. Maybe \emph{this} time he could set a new land speed record for being quick on the uptake.
 
 Silence.
 
-But Harry was starting to pick up the pattern; the note would be in the next place he looked. So Harry looked under his bed. \begin{align*}\intertext{\scshape \centering Ha! Ha ha ha ha ha!\\ Ha ha ha ha ha ha!\\ Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!\\ Dumbledore does not control the game\\ Bad guess\\ Very bad guess\\ −20 points\\ And you are still wearing pyjamas\\ it is your fourth move\\ and you are still wearing pyjamas} \hbox{\scshape Pyjama penalty: }&\hbox{\scshape −2 points}\\ \hbox{\scshape Current points: }&\hbox{75} \end{align*}
+But Harry was starting to pick up the pattern; the note would be in the next place he looked. So Harry looked under his bed.
+\begin{align*}\intertext{\scshape \centering Ha! Ha ha ha ha ha!\\
+Ha ha ha ha ha ha!\\
+Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!\\
+Dumbledore does not control the game\\
+Bad guess\\
+Very bad guess\\
+−20 points\\
+And you are still wearing pyjamas\\
+it is your fourth move\\
+and you are still wearing pyjamas} \hbox{\scshape Pyjama penalty: }&\hbox{\scshape −2 points}\\
+\hbox{\scshape Current points: }&\hbox{75}
+\end{align*}
 
 Welp, that was a puzzler, all right. It was only his first day at school and once you ruled out Dumbledore, he didn’t know the name of anyone else here who was this crazy.
 
@@ -356,7 +375,14 @@ \chapter{Asking the Wrong Questions}
 
 The note on this pie was rather large and clearly readable. “You might want to read the note on that pie,” Harry observed. “I think it’s for you this time.”
 
-The Slytherin slowly reached up, took the pie pan, turned it over with a wet glop that dropped more blueberry on the floor, and read a note that said: \begin{center} \scshape \MakeUppercase{Warning}\\ \MakeUppercase{No} magic may be used on the contestant\\ while the Game is in progress\\ Further interference in the Game\\ \MakeUppercase{will} be reported to the Game Authorities \end{center}
+The Slytherin slowly reached up, took the pie pan, turned it over with a wet glop that dropped more blueberry on the floor, and read a note that said:
+\begin{center}
+\scshape \MakeUppercase{Warning}\\
+\MakeUppercase{No} magic may be used on the contestant\\
+while the Game is in progress\\
+Further interference in the Game\\
+\MakeUppercase{will} be reported to the Game Authorities
+\end{center}
 
 The expression of sheer bafflement on the Slytherin’s face was a look of art. Harry thought that he might be starting to like this Game Controller.
 
@@ -532,7 +558,10 @@ \chapter{Asking the Wrong Questions}
 Another note flew over his head.
 \begin{align*}
 \hbox{\scshape Appeal: }&\hbox{\scshape Failed}\\
-\hbox{\scshape Asking the wrong questions: }&\hbox{−1,000,000,000,000 points}\\ \hbox{\scshape Current points: }&\hbox{−1,000,002,999,871}\\ \hbox{\scshape Turns remaining: }&\hbox{1} \end{align*}
+\hbox{\scshape Asking the wrong questions: }&\hbox{−1,000,000,000,000 points}\\
+\hbox{\scshape Current points: }&\hbox{−1,000,002,999,871}\\
+\hbox{\scshape Turns remaining: }&\hbox{1}
+\end{align*}
 
 Harry gave up. With one turn remaining all he could do was take his best shot, even if it wasn’t very good. “My guess is that the game represents life.”
 

diff --git a/chapters/hpmor-chapter-022.tex b/chapters/hpmor-chapter-022.tex
@@ -379,7 +379,8 @@ \chapter{The Scientific Method}
 \begin{center}
 \emph{On the Heritability of Magical Ability}
 
-\emph{Dr~H. J. Potter-Evans-Verres, Institute for Sufficiently Advanced Science} \end{center}
+\emph{Dr~H. J. Potter-Evans-Verres, Institute for Sufficiently Advanced Science}
+\end{center}
 
 \begin{writtenNote}
 My observation:

diff --git a/chapters/hpmor-chapter-023.tex b/chapters/hpmor-chapter-023.tex
@@ -134,7 +134,8 @@ \chapter{Belief in Belief}
 \begin{samepage}
 \scshape Observation:
 
-\itshape Wizardry isn’t as powerful now as it was when Hogwarts was founded. \end{samepage}
+\itshape Wizardry isn’t as powerful now as it was when Hogwarts was founded.
+\end{samepage}
 
 \vskip 1\baselineskip plus .5\textheight minus 1\baselineskip
 

diff --git a/chapters/hpmor-chapter-028.tex b/chapters/hpmor-chapter-028.tex
@@ -546,7 +546,13 @@ \chapter{Reductionism}
 
 It had started out as an ordinary job interview, Sybill Trelawney applying for the position of Professor of Divination.
 
-\prophesy{The one with power to vanquish the dark lord approaches,\\ born to those who have thrice defied him,\\ born as the seventh month dies,\\ and the dark lord will mark him as his equal,\\ but he will have power the dark lord knows not,\\ and either must destroy all but a remnant of the other,\\ for those two different spirits cannot exist in the same world.}
+\prophesy{The one with power to vanquish the dark lord approaches,\\
+born to those who have thrice defied him,\\
+born as the seventh month dies,\\
+and the dark lord will mark him as his equal,\\
+but he will have power the dark lord knows not,\\
+and either must destroy all but a remnant of the other,\\
+for those two different spirits cannot exist in the same world.}
 
 Those dreadful words, spoken in that terrible booming voice, didn’t seem to fit something like partial Transfiguration.
 

diff --git a/chapters/hpmor-chapter-030.tex b/chapters/hpmor-chapter-030.tex
@@ -216,7 +216,16 @@
 
 The tune was what a Muggle would have identified as John Williams’s Imperial March, also known as “Darth Vader’s Theme”; and the words Harry had added were easy to remember.
 
-\vskip 0pt plus 4\baselineskip\settowidth{\versewidth}{Doom doom doom-doom-doom doom doom} \begin{verse}[\versewidth] Doom doom doom\\ Doom doom doom doom doom doom\\ Doom doom doom\\ Doom doom doom doom doom doom\\ \shout{Doom} doom \shout{doom}\\ Doom doom doom-doom-doom doom doom\\ Doom doom-doom-doom doom doom\\ Doom doom doom, doom doom doom. \end{verse}\vskip 0pt plus 4\baselineskip
+\vskip 0pt plus 4\baselineskip\settowidth{\versewidth}{Doom doom doom-doom-doom doom doom}
+\begin{verse}[\versewidth] Doom doom doom\\
+Doom doom doom doom doom doom\\
+Doom doom doom\\
+Doom doom doom doom doom doom\\
+\shout{Doom} doom \shout{doom}\\
+Doom doom doom-doom-doom doom doom\\
+Doom doom-doom-doom doom doom\\
+Doom doom doom, doom doom doom.
+\end{verse}\vskip 0pt plus 4\baselineskip
 
 By the second line the others had joined in, and soon you could hear the same soft chant coming from nearby parts of the forest.
 

diff --git a/chapters/hpmor-chapter-035.tex b/chapters/hpmor-chapter-035.tex
@@ -125,7 +125,9 @@
 
 And a magical civilization, slowly fading as knowledge was lost, still governed by a nobility that saw Muggles as not quite human.
 
-It was a terribly sad feeling, but not one that held any hint of doubt. \latersection{Aftermath: Blaise Zabini.}
+It was a terribly sad feeling, but not one that held any hint of doubt.
+
+\latersection{Aftermath: Blaise Zabini.}
 
 Blaise strolled through the hallways with careful, self-imposed slowness, his heart beating wildly as he tried to calm down—
 
@@ -231,7 +233,7 @@
 
 Professor McGonagall pressed her hands over her eyes. When she took them away, her lined face looked very old. “Yes,” she said in a whisper, “you would have done well in my House. Stay safe, Miss~Granger, and be careful. And if you are ever worried or uncomfortable about anything, please come to me at once. I won’t keep you any longer.”
 
-\latersection{Aftermath, Draco Malfoy:}
+\latersection{Aftermath: Draco Malfoy.}
 
 Neither of them really wanted to do anything complicated that Saturday, not after fighting a battle earlier. So Draco was just sitting in an unused classroom and trying to read a book called \emph{Thinking Physics.} It was one of the most fascinating things that Draco had ever read in his life, at least the parts he could understand, at least when the \emph{accursed idiot} who refused to let his books out of his sight could manage to \emph{shut up} and let Draco \emph{concentrate}—
 

diff --git a/chapters/hpmor-chapter-043.tex b/chapters/hpmor-chapter-043.tex
@@ -449,7 +449,8 @@
 
 A blinding flare of green marked the end of Lily Potter.
 
-And the boy in the crib saw it, the eyes, those two crimson eyes, seeming to glow bright red, to blaze like miniature suns, filling Harry’s whole vision as they locked to his own— \end{em}
+And the boy in the crib saw it, the eyes, those two crimson eyes, seeming to glow bright red, to blaze like miniature suns, filling Harry’s whole vision as they locked to his own—
+\end{em}
 
 \later
 

diff --git a/chapters/hpmor-chapter-064.tex b/chapters/hpmor-chapter-064.tex
@@ -25,9 +25,9 @@ \chapter{Omake Files IV, Alternate Parallels}
 \end{chapterOpeningAuthorNote}
 
 \OmakeIVspecialsection[1.6]{\fontspec[ExternalLocation]{RingBearer}
-\settowidth{\versewidth}{\mbox{the}}
-Lord\scalebox{.40}{\parbox[b]{\versewidth}{%
-        \centering of\\\nointerlineskip\vskip 4pt the}}Ratîonalît\raisebox{-.32ex}{Y}}
+\settowidth{\versewidth}{\mbox{the}} Lord\scalebox{.40}{\parbox[b]{\versewidth}{%
+  \centering of\\
+\nointerlineskip\vskip 4pt the}}Ratîonalît\raisebox{-.32ex}{Y}}
 
 Frodo glanced at all the faces, but they were not turned to him. All the Council sat with downcast eyes, as if in deep thought. A great dread fell on him, as if he was awaiting the pronouncement of some doom that he had long foreseen and vainly hoped might after all never be spoken. An overwhelming longing to rest and remain at peace by Bilbo’s side in Rivendell filled all his heart. At last with an effort he spoke, and wondered to hear his own words, as if some other will were using his small voice.
 
@@ -269,7 +269,9 @@ \chapter{Omake Files IV, Alternate Parallels}
 HAMLET: Interloper, abandon this strange prank,\\
 which makes cruel use of the blindness of my grief,\\
 and the good heart of my good friend Horatio.\\
-Or else, if thou hast true title to this belov’d form, tell me:\\ What drawing did I present to Hamlet King,\\ when six years old and scarce out of my sling?\\
+Or else, if thou hast true title to this belov’d form, tell me:\\
+What drawing did I present to Hamlet King,\\
+when six years old and scarce out of my sling?\\
 
 GHOST: ’twas a unicorn clad all in mail.\\
 
@@ -308,13 +310,25 @@ \chapter{Omake Files IV, Alternate Parallels}
 
 GHOST: What?\\
 
-HAMLET: My love for you does call me to avenge your death,\\ but greater crimes have I heard told this night.\\ If all those murdered go to Hell, and others as well,\\ who would have confess’d had they the time,\\ If people who are, in balance, good, suffer grisly\\ at the hands of God, then I defy God’s plan.\\ \\ Good Ghost, as one who dwells beyond the veil,\\ you know things that we mortals scarce conceive.\\ Tell me: is there some philter or device,\\ outside nature’s ken but not outside her means,\\ by which death itself may be escap’d?\\
+HAMLET: My love for you does call me to avenge your death,\\
+but greater crimes have I heard told this night.\\
+If all those murdered go to Hell, and others as well,\\
+who would have confess’d had they the time,\\
+If people who are, in balance, good, suffer grisly\\
+at the hands of God, then I defy God’s plan.\\
+\\
+Good Ghost, as one who dwells beyond the veil,\\
+you know things that we mortals scarce conceive.\\
+Tell me: is there some philter or device,\\
+outside nature’s ken but not outside her means,\\
+by which death itself may be escap’d?\\
 
 GHOST: You seek to evade Hell?\\
 
 HAMLET: I seek to deny Hell to everyone!\\
 and Heaven too, for I suspect the Heaven of our mad God\\
-might be a paltry thing, next to the Heaven I will make of Earth,\\ when I am its immortal king.\\
+might be a paltry thing, next to the Heaven I will make of Earth,\\
+when I am its immortal king.\\
 
 GHOST: I care not for these things.\\
 Death and hell have stripp’d away all of my desires,\\
@@ -332,9 +346,12 @@ \chapter{Omake Files IV, Alternate Parallels}
 then will I pour in yours the precious truth:\\
 the making of the Philosopher’s Stone.\\
 With this Stone, thou may’st procure\\
-a philter to render any man immune to death, and more transmute\\ base metal to gold, to fund the gift of this philter to all mankind.\\
+a philter to render any man immune to death, and more transmute\\
+base metal to gold, to fund the gift of this philter to all mankind.\\
 
-HAMLET: Truly there is nothing beyond the dreaming of philosophy.\\ Wait.\\ The man whom I must kill—my uncle the king?\\
+HAMLET: Truly there is nothing beyond the dreaming of philosophy.\\
+Wait.\\
+The man whom I must kill—my uncle the king?\\
 
 GHOST: Ay, that incestuous, that adulterate beast,\\
 With witchcraft of his wit, with traitorous gifts—\\
@@ -386,7 +403,8 @@ \chapter{Omake Files IV, Alternate Parallels}
 
 NEO \emph{(in a small voice)}: Could I please have a real physics textbook?\\
 
-MORPHEUS: There is no such thing, Neo. The universe doesn’t run on math.\\ \end{playdialog}
+MORPHEUS: There is no such thing, Neo. The universe doesn’t run on math.\\
+\end{playdialog}
 
 %  LocalWords:  Ratîonalît Applejack Fluttershy Sci everypony Velorien Kage
 %  LocalWords:  Uchiha Sakura Bunshin superintelligence Naruto’s jōnin 40k

diff --git a/chapters/hpmor-chapter-074.tex b/chapters/hpmor-chapter-074.tex
@@ -294,7 +294,8 @@
 
 And Tracey spoke on, her body floating higher and higher off the floor, her black hair whipping wildly around her in the chill winds.
 
-“\emph{You who know the gate, who are the gate, the key and guardian of the gate:\\ I bid you open the way for him, and manifest his power before me!}”
+“\emph{You who know the gate, who are the gate, the key and guardian of the gate:\\
+I bid you open the way for him, and manifest his power before me!}”
 
 The corridor was plunged then into utter darkness and silence, so that only Tracey could be seen and heard, like there was nothing left in the universe except her and the light illuminating her from some nameless source.
 

diff --git a/chapters/hpmor-chapter-078.tex b/chapters/hpmor-chapter-078.tex
@@ -751,7 +751,8 @@ \chapter{Taboo Trade-offs Prelude: Cheating}
 Draco flipped the book to the page of standard formulæ, and found one that seemed appropriate.
 
 \begin{writtenNote}
-I, Draco, of Most Ancient House, demand redress, for that I have thrice over helped you and offered you only my goodwill, and in return you \emph{falsely} accused me of plotting against you, \end{writtenNote}
+I, Draco, of Most Ancient House, demand redress, for that I have thrice over helped you and offered you only my goodwill, and in return you \emph{falsely} accused me of plotting against you,
+\end{writtenNote}
 
 Draco had to stop and take a breath, forcing down the seething anger; he was starting to genuinely feel the insult now, and he’d just written out the last phrase and underlined it without thinking, like it was an ordinary letter. After a moment’s reflection, he decided to let it stand; it might not be the exact formal phrasing but it had a raw, angry tone that seemed appropriate.
 
@@ -764,7 +765,8 @@ \chapter{Taboo Trade-offs Prelude: Cheating}
 “The seventeenth ruling of the thirty-first Wizengamot,” Draco said aloud without looking, a line delivered in many plays; he sat straighter as he said it, feeling every pulse of the noble blood in his veins.
 
 \begin{writtenNote}
-Thus I, Draco, compel you, Hermione, by custom, by law, by the 17th ruling of the 31st Wizengamot, to meet me in wizard’s duel with terms: that we each come alone and in silence, speaking to none before or after, \end{writtenNote}
+Thus I, Draco, compel you, Hermione, by custom, by law, by the 17th ruling of the 31st Wizengamot, to meet me in wizard’s duel with terms: that we each come alone and in silence, speaking to none before or after,
+\end{writtenNote}
 
 If the duel went poorly, Draco could just say nothing and leave it at that. And if he did defeat Granger, he would have learned experimentally that he could beat her \emph{again} in a public challenge. It wasn’t cheating, but it was Science, which was almost as good.
 
@@ -775,7 +777,8 @@ \chapter{Taboo Trade-offs Prelude: Cheating}
 …where? Draco had been told about a room in Hogwarts that was good for duels, where everything valuable was already protected by wards, and there were no portraits to tattle on you…which one had it been again…
 
 \begin{writtenNote}
-in the trophy room of the Castle of the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, \end{writtenNote}
+in the trophy room of the Castle of the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry,
+\end{writtenNote}
 
 And their second and public duel had better be soon, like tomorrow, it would take very little time for his reputation in Slytherin to go irretrievably to sludge. He needed to fight Granger for the first time \emph{tonight}.
 

diff --git a/chapters/hpmor-chapter-096.tex b/chapters/hpmor-chapter-096.tex
@@ -286,7 +286,8 @@ \section{The fourth meeting:\\
 Three shall be Peverell’s sons and three their devices by which Death shall be defeated.
 
 —Spoken in the presence of the three Peverell brothers,\\
-in a small tavern on the outskirts of what would later be called Godric’s Hollow. \end{center}
+in a small tavern on the outskirts of what would later be called Godric’s Hollow.
+\end{center}
 
 %  LocalWords:  Elrin Hallie Thrayen beyn Peverlas soona ahnd thrih heera
 %  LocalWords:  toal thissoom Dath bey yewoonen Þregen béon Pefearles suna

diff --git a/chapters/hpmor-chapter-119.tex b/chapters/hpmor-chapter-119.tex
@@ -140,7 +140,8 @@ \chapter{Something to Protect: Albus Dumbledore}
 
 \letterClosing[Yours in death (or in whatever),]{Dumbledore.}
 
-P.S. The passwords are ‘phœnix’s price’, ‘phœnix’s fate’, and ‘phœnix’s egg’, spoken within my office. Minerva can move those rooms to where you can reach them more easily. \end{writtenNote}
+P.S. The passwords are ‘phœnix’s price’, ‘phœnix’s fate’, and ‘phœnix’s egg’, spoken within my office. Minerva can move those rooms to where you can reach them more easily.
+\end{writtenNote}
 
 \later