Ch231- Altar

Ch231- Altar

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Returning to his room, Harry sat on his bed, pondering Ayo’s words. Being a disciple of Nicolas Flamel, it was natural for Ayo to share similar thoughts on the essence of magic, but Harry had his own views. He shook his head with a sigh, as he thought the more pressing matters. Despite their differences, he knew the importance of understanding the Astral Soul. Closing his eyes, Harry focused inward, diving deep into his consciousness where the disturbing image of the patched souls awaited. He steadied himself and tried to control it once again.

Harry's thoughts were interrupted by a faint whisper in the back of his mind, almost as if the presence of Voldemort's fragment was trying to assert itself. Ignoring the distraction, Harry concentrated harder, channeling his willpower into mastering the Astral Soul. The journey was about confronting and integrating every part of himself, even the unwanted ones. He felt the energies shift, an internal struggle playing out in the depths of his being.

Harry pushed forward, attempting to harness the light within him to overshadow the dark presence. He visualized a radiant light enveloping the twisted silhouette, trying to subdue it, but it didn't seem to work. The darkness was closing in, suffocating his soul. Breaking out of meditation, Harry panted, "The darkness seeps in when I try to tame my Astral Soul. How can I overcome this?"

He thought of all the spells he knew to overcome his current predicament, and in the end, found one. "I guess it's time to learn the Patronus Charm." Entering the Virtual Room, he willed it to create Dementors. Normally, it was Nigel who facilitated these simulations, but Harry didn't ask for help; he simply created what he wished. This was Harry's first time seeing Dementors up close. The Virtual Room's effects were too real, making the experience even more intense.

The air grew cold as the Dementors approached, and Harry felt an overwhelming sense of despair when he lowered his mental shields. His breath became visible, and he could feel the life being sucked out of him. His heart pounded, and his hands trembled as he raised his wand.

"Expecto Patronum!" he shouted, but nothing happened. Panic surged through him as the Dementors closed in. "What am I doing wrong?" he asked himself, desperately trying to focus. He willed the room to keep the Dementors at bay, giving him time to think.

Harry remembered Nigel's advice about the Patronus Charm—conjuring one required a powerful, positive memory. He sifted through his memories, trying to find one strong enough to counter the darkness. He recalled moments of happiness, fleeting and distant, but none seemed potent enough.

As he continued, Harry’s determination sharpened, as he knew the risk. He was aware of the dark fragment within him, a piece of Voldemort’s soul, and the need to master his Astral Soul became even more pressing. The ancient magic of the Nigerian tribe held the key to this mastery, and Harry was ready to learn.

The next morning, Harry woke early, ready for the day's challenges. After a quick breakfast, he joined Blaise and Chieftain Obafemi, who had promised to show him a sacred place rich in magical energy. They walked through the village, the sights and sounds of daily life surrounding them. The villagers greeted them with warm smiles and respectful nods.

Obafemi led them to a secluded clearing in the forest, where the air was thick with a sense of ancient power. The clearing was surrounded by towering trees, their branches forming a natural canopy that filtered the sunlight into a soft, golden glow. In the center of the clearing stood a large stone altar, adorned with intricate carvings and symbols.

“This is a place where the veil between our world and the spiritual realm is thin,” Obafemi explained, his voice reverent. “Here, you can feel the presence of the ancestors and the raw essence of magic.”

Harry approached the altar, feeling a sense of awe. He could feel the energy pulsing through the air, a living, breathing force that resonated with his own magical core. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, allowing himself to connect with the power around him.

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