Ch225- Mrs. Zabini

Ch225- Mrs. Zabini

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When he arrived home, Petunia was in the kitchen, preparing dinner. She glanced up as he entered, a hint of curiosity in her eyes. "How was your day, Harry?" she asked, her tone more genuine, as she wiped her hands to her apron and came sat near him.

Harry shrugged. "Eventful. I met with Sirius and caught up with some things." He paused, considering how much to reveal. "We might have some new opportunities to explore over the summer."

Petunia nodded, seeming to accept his vague answer. "Well, dinner will be ready soon. Make sure you're cleaned up."

After cleaning up, Harry headed downstairs for dinner. Following their meal, they spent some time watching a movie and working in the greenhouse. When night fell, Harry returned to his room to focus on his other projects. He took out a magical book and willed it to reveal a profile. The name "Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore" appeared on the page.

Creating the Duelling Club, Harry had considered many other aspects. One of the main purposes of the magical books was to track the progress and abilities of everyone in the castle. Even the graduates still carried their magical books, and as long as they didn’t block the tracking, Harry could monitor their progress. At the moment, Dumbledore's magical book showed only ten spells, but they weren't randomly selected. The first letters of the ten spells spelled out "Hello Harry."

Grinning, Harry closed the book. "He’s the strongest wizard for a reason."

Nigel nodded, his tone dry. "It appears the old headmaster can still see through your small schemes, Master Harry. The question is, why does he allow it? Perhaps he's hoping to keep an eye on you."

Harry shook his head. "This scheme was designed to be found, Nigel. It will give him the false confidence that he can still understand me."

Nigel’s voice carried a note of warning. "A cunning plan, indeed. Just be cautious not to let overconfidence become your downfall, Master Harry."

Settling into his bed, Harry pondered his next moves. "Tomorrow, I'll meet with my friends, then take a trip to Africa. Nicolas said I can master Astral Soul there better. The oldest tribes of the motherland are still attuned to the origin soul, while we've forgotten its existence and depend on wands to cast magic."

He knew the journey wouldn't be easy, but mastering Astral Soul was crucial. The tribes had a deep connection with magic that predated wands and spells. They relied on the raw, unfiltered power of the soul, a practice long lost in modern wizarding society. Harry's goal was to learn this ancient magic, to strengthen his abilities and gain an edge over his enemies.

Nigel's voice interrupted his thoughts, "Master Harry, do you realize the significance of this trip? The knowledge you'll gain could be transformative."

Using Observe, Harry read, "[Elisabetta Zabini. Cunning, ambitious, with a knack for navigating social and political spheres. Ambitious intent detected.]"

Harry focused on the last sentence, his curiosity piqued.

"Harry, meet my mother, Elisabetta Zabini," Blaise introduced, pride evident in his voice.

Elisabetta extended her hand gracefully, her gaze locking onto Harry with a mix of curiosity and calculation. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Harry," she said, her voice smooth and confident.

Taking her hand, Harry placed a soft kiss on it. "The pleasure is mine, Mrs. Zabini," he replied, his tone polite and measured. Harry was no stranger to the social intricacies of the magical world and knew how to navigate them adeptly.

Elisabetta's eyes twinkled with approval. "I've heard a great deal about you from Blaise. It seems you have quite the reputation."

Harry smiled modestly. "I do my best to live up to it."

Nigel's voice chimed in his mind, as always, laced with dry humor. "Master Harry, it appears you've made quite an impression. I do believe she's sizing you up as we speak."

Harry responded mentally, "As expected, Nigel. She's the Zabini after all."

Elisabetta turned to her son. "Blaise, darling, why don't you go ahead and take care of our arrangements inside? I'd like a moment with Harry."

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