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The compy lab, on the whole, quite baffled Aziraphale. It was a far cry from the thundering voice of God, or, and this had been his personal favorites, the stone tablets with writing on them. Still and all, it was a fascinating invention, and Aziraphale took to spending lots of time in the lab, typing one-fingered and learning to play Where's an egg. (He could not manage the latter without divine intervention, or, as we fallible humans would think of it, cheating.)

On this particular day, however, Aziraphale was feeling more altruistic than usual, and so he decided to venture to post something on the Internet. He was happy that 'Aziraphale', as a screen name, had not been taken. It would have quite discomfited him if there had been another Aziraphale running around.

After some thought, he typed up the following and posted it on the Hogwartsnet.

It seems that the Internet is a good place to examine some of the more troubling questions that effect all of us. I am particularly thinking of spiritual matters. While not an expert, per se, I have some experience with the divine, and, while there are questions I am not allowed to answer, there are many others that I can. If you have a troubled soul, and have spiritual questions, feel free to ask and I will provide answers.

Aziraphale was quite earnest in his desire to help his fellow students with their spiritual delemmas. Also, nobody had bothered to explain the concept of trolling to him. Therefore, it was not so much a question of *what* could go wrong, but rather, *when* would something go wrong?