Chapter 236: Les: Death Cannot Take Away Souls without Permission

The surgery was scheduled for Friday.

On the one hand, it was because Astoria's soul activity would be at its lowest by then, and on the other hand, it was to allow Astoria to rest better after the surgery.

In the week leading up to the surgery, many students noticed Astoria's abnormality: she seemed particularly sleepy and often fell asleep in class.

When others asked her what was wrong, she just yawned and said that she didn't sleep well last night.

If this situation continued, Astoria would sooner or later be put in solitary confinement for sleeping in class. Fortunately, Friday came.

Accompanied by her sister, she came to the secret room, where Rice was already waiting.

"It will be fine, right?" Astoria became nervous as she looked at the platform in the middle of the secret room.

"Believe in Rice, he can do anything." Daphne squeezed Astoria's hand and encouraged her.

The secret room was empty, and even a small sound could be heard far away, so Rice naturally heard the communication between Daphne and Astoria.

He could only shake his head helplessly: I can do anything? Many times, there are many things that he can't do...

It's not clear whether it's good or bad for a child to have such high expectations of himself.

"Lie down." Les motioned Astoria to lie down on the platform first.

Astoria climbed onto the platform obediently and lay flat on it.

The platform Les prepared was very large, and Astoria's small body was set off by her. She was dressed in a white robe and lay on the cold stone platform like a sacrifice on the altar.

Looking at her sister's figure, Daphne couldn't help but think of the body placed in the morgue. She shook her head vigorously and drove this terrible idea out of her mind.

"Please trust me, no matter what happens." Les took out a small jar of magic potion and whispered.

Daphne and Astoria blinked blankly, then nodded.

Although it was ridiculous to let a child of their age treat their sister's incurable disease, the Greengrass sisters chose to trust Les unconditionally. So many famous doctors couldn't cure his sister's illness, but maybe Les could - they hadn't seen anything he couldn't do.

Les fed Astoria the prepared potion, and the girl soon fell into a deep sleep. After Astoria fell asleep, Les took out a silver knife from his arms, smeared a layer of ointment on the knife, and cut her wrist.

The red blood gushed out of the girl's fair skin, like a red silk in the snow.

Les pulled Astoria's hand outside the stone platform and let the blood flow from the wound.

Daphne couldn't help but let out a low exclamation: She didn't expect Les to use such a fierce treatment method when he came up. But she remembered what Les had just told her, and immediately closed her mouth, shutting all her messy thoughts behind her lips.

The secret room fell into a strange silence. In the huge space, there was only the sound of Astoria's blood dripping on the marble floor tiles.

Generally speaking, this kind of wound will gradually stop bleeding without treatment, but Les's knife seemed to have been specially treated, and there was no sign of blood stopping at Astoria's wrist. As the blood was lost, her face began to turn pale and her breathing became weak.

Correspondingly, Daphne's face became redder and redder, and her breathing became heavier.

In her opinion, her sister seemed to be really dying!

What was Les doing? Confusion and puzzlement surged in her chest, but in the end she chose to believe Les.

When the girl's breathing was almost inaudible, Les took out a small bottle of magic potion, pried open her mouth and poured it in, and the girl's breathing stopped completely.

Through this series of operations, Les successfully put Astoria's soul into a dormant state, which was almost the same as death. At this time, the girl's life fire was on the verge of extinguishing, and the curse attached to her soul was also greatly affected.

The curse seemed to have noticed the abnormality of the host, and it began to be restless and became abnormally active. It was deeply bound to Astoria and was unwilling to die, so there were signs of overflow.

At this moment, Rice took out the Riddle diary and put it on Astoria's forehead. Then he poured some potion on the diary, and the Riddle diary began to tremble slightly.

Rice briefly broke the barrier on the diary, injecting a little vitality into the fragment of Voldemort's soul sealed in the diary.

The fragment that was moisturized suddenly became active. The instinct for survival drove it to expand outward and find fresh food. Then it collided with the overflowing curse.

One was the soul fragment that was hunting, and the other was the curse that began to stir. The two sides quickly combined and merged into one in a very short time.

When the two parties realized that something was wrong, it was too late. The curse could no longer be separated from Riddle's soul.

Rice directly grabbed the Riddle diary and pulled it out, and a black shadow separated from Astoria's forehead and drilled into the diary.

"Success!" A hint of joy flashed in Les' eyes: the effect was better than he expected. The curse was completely separated from Astoria's soul, and she had gotten rid of the trouble of the blood curse.

The only problem was that the girl's breathing had stopped.

Les's treatment method was to use the characteristics of the curse and the Horcrux to separate them. But there was a prerequisite for doing so, that is, the patient needed to be in a near-death state before it could be done. Otherwise, the curse would not take the initiative to cut off Astoria's soul.

Now, the first half of the treatment has ended, and it's time to start the second half of the rescue.

When the curse was completely stripped and sealed in Riddle's diary, Daphne felt a cold wind blowing, and the wind lifted the corner of her robe, bringing a hint of chill.

Astoria's face turned gray in an instant, and she had reached her limit.

Les naturally felt the faint chill, and he understood that an old friend who was a bit annoying was coming, and He wanted to take away a pure soul.

But Les disagreed.

Without his permission, no one's soul can be taken away in front of him.

A bottle of purple-red magic potion slipped out of his sleeve and was put into Astoria's mouth, and then Les dripped a few drops of distilled water on the girl's cut wrist.

The wound on Astoria's wrist healed rapidly. In just a few seconds, a layer of tender flesh grew on the wound, as if it had healed for several days. Her face also became visibly ruddy.

The chill that suddenly appeared in the secret room disappeared quietly again.

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The second update is here, good night~

Tomorrow's update will still be at the old time!