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Harry's breathing steadied as he neared the end of the assimilation process. The ethereal Doe and Stag, having fulfilled their purpose, gradually faded from view. Their presence lingered, a comforting reminder of the strength they had imparted. As the final remnants of the fragment merged into his Astral Soul, Harry felt a newfound control. The Astral Soul morphed into a giant serpent, coiling around him and hissing in submission. 'This must be Voldemort's Astral Soul shape,' Harry thought, realizing he had yet to find his own Astral Shape. He knew he would eventually discover the form that best suited him, which would shape his future Patronus and Animagus forms. With full mastery of the Astral Soul, he could even change his Animagus form at will, a flexibility impossible when Animagus acquired through rituals.
Satisfied with his progress, Harry opened his eyes, finding himself back in the sacred clearing with Blaise and Chieftain Obafemi. The air around him was thick with the residual energy of his transformation. Both Blaise and the Chieftain observed him with a mixture of curiosity and respect, sensing the profound change within him.
"You did well, Young Harry," Obafemi said, his voice carrying a note of approval. "Your journey with the Astral Soul has just begun, but you have shown great promise."
Harry nodded, still processing the intense experience. "Thank you, Chieftain. Your guidance has been invaluable."
Blaise, intrigued but unaware of the specifics, asked, "So, what exactly did you see in there?"
Harry smiled, deciding to keep the details of Voldemort's soul to himself. "A lot of things. It's hard to explain, but it was enlightening."
Obafemi placed a hand on Harry's shoulder. "Remember, understanding the Astral Soul is a journey. Take your time, and don't rush the process."
Harry appreciated the wisdom in Obafemi's words. "I will. Thank you."
The rest of the day was spent in quiet reflection. Harry and Blaise joined the villagers in their daily activities, participating in the community's rituals and tasks. Harry found the simplicity and harmony of their way of life soothing, a stark contrast to the constant planning and strategizing he was accustomed to.
In the evening, as the sun set over the horizon, Harry sat with Obafemi and Blaise, discussing his next steps. They spoke of ancient magic, the importance of understanding one's own soul, and the value of balance and harmony.
"Your next challenge," Obafemi began, "will be to understand and harness the power of the Astral Soul in practical ways. This will involve not just meditation, but applying what you've learned in real-world situations."
Harry nodded, eager to put his newfound knowledge to the test. "What should I focus on?"
Obafemi smiled. "Start with understanding your own magical core. The Astral Soul is deeply connected to it. Strengthen this connection, and you will find your powers growing."
Harry took these words to heart, knowing that the journey ahead would be challenging but rewarding. As he lay in bed that night, he felt a deep sense of purpose. The path to mastering the Astral Soul was fraught with difficulties, but with the guidance of Obafemi, Ayo and the support of his friends, he was confident in his ability to succeed.
Following the intense and transformative experiences Harry had undergone, the days settled into a steady rhythm. Harry spent his time in meditation, striving to understand and fully master his Astral Soul. The serene environment of the Nigerian tribe provided the perfect backdrop for his introspection and growth. He often found himself reflecting on the wisdom shared by Chieftain Obafemi and Shaman Priest Ayo, their teachings resonating deeply with his own journey.
On the morning of July 27th, the day of his departure back to Spain, Harry felt a mixture of anticipation and reluctance. He had grown fond of the tribe and the tranquility of their way of life. As he prepared to leave, he sought out Ayo to express his gratitude and bid farewell.
"Ayo," Harry began, his voice steady but filled with genuine appreciation, "thank you for everything."
Ayo, with his calm demeanor waved casually, nodded. "Safe travels, Harry. May you find what you seek."
Harry nodded, waving back. Next, he found Chieftain Obafemi, who was overseeing the morning activities of the tribe.
"Chieftain," Harry greeted, "I wanted to thank you for your hospitality and the lessons you've shared. This experience has changed me in ways I can't fully express."
Obafemi smiled warmly, placing a hand on Harry's shoulder. "You are always welcome here, Harry. Remember, the bond you've formed with the spirits and with us is a part of your journey now. Carry it with you."
Harry spent a few more moments exchanging words with Obafemi before joining Blaise for their departure. As they walked towards the outskirts of the village, Obafemi pulled Blaise aside for a private conversation. Harry could only hear snippets of their hushed exchange, but the words "three artifacts" caught his attention, piquing his curiosity.
Not wanting to intrude, Harry waited patiently until Blaise rejoined him. The two friends then made their way to the designated portkey location, ready for the next leg of their journey.
Upon arriving in Spain, Harry was greeted by Mrs. Zabini with the same enthusiasm as when he had left. She enveloped him in a hug, pressing his head into her bosom. Harry blushed and took a step back as Mrs. Zabini smiled warmly.
"You already look more mature. They didn't perform the Early Maturism Ritual, did they?" she teased.
Harry glanced at Blaise, confused, while the younger Zabini pouted, "Mom!"
Mrs. Zabini laughed, a rich, boisterous sound. "I'm joking, but I do claim Harry for myself. When he grows up, I'll be the first to show him the ropes."
Blaise blushed deeply. "Enough, Mom. Stop teasing."
Mrs. Zabini laughed again, her amusement evident. "Alright, alright. Let's talk about our plan. Today and tomorrow, we'll visit the magical places I mentioned last time. In the evening, we will head back to Britain."
Harry, still feeling the warmth of the embrace, nodded and followed the Zabinis as they left the portkey station. The streets of Madrid bustled with life, the city's magic subtly interwoven with its rich culture. Mrs. Zabini led them to a hidden alley, and with a quick tap of her wand, they entered a concealed door that opened into a vibrant wizarding market.
"This is Mercado Mágico," Mrs. Zabini explained, her voice filled with pride. "It's one of the oldest magical markets in Spain, filled with rare artifacts, potions, and enchanted items."
Harry's eyes widened as he took in the sight. The market was a labyrinth of stalls and shops, each brimming with magical wares. Wizards and witches moved about, haggling and trading with an ease that spoke of familiarity.
Blaise nudged Harry. "Stick close. It's easy to get lost in here."
They wandered through the market, exploring the various stalls. Harry was fascinated by the diversity of magical items on display. He saw enchanted flamenco dresses that twirled on their own, potion ingredients he'd never heard of, and ancient tomes filled with spells.
Mrs. Zabini stopped at a stall selling beautiful hand-carved wands. "These wands are crafted from the wood of the oldest trees in Spain. Each one is unique, imbued with the magic of the tree it came from."
Harry gazed at the beautifully carved wands, each one a testament to the craftsmanship of Spanish wandmakers. "How are these wands different from Ollivander's? From what I can see, people here seem to choose wands based on their price. Aren't there compatibility issues?"
Mrs. Zabini shook her head gently, a knowing smile on her lips. "No, dear. Ollivander's wands are indeed unique. His philosophy is to match the wand to the wizard from the very beginning of their magical journey. Different cultures, however, have different approaches to wandmaking. Here in Spain, most wandmakers create wands with cores that grow with the user over time. The more magic the user channels into it, the more attuned the wand becomes to its owner. So, yes, you can simply choose a wand you like and it will grow with you, adapting to your magical signature."
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