Chapter 236 Les: Death cannot take away souls without permission

The date for surgery was set for Friday.

On the one hand, it is because Astoria's soul activity will be reduced to a minimum by then, and on the other hand, it is so that Astoria can rest better after the operation.

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

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

If this continued, Astoria was going to get grounded for sleeping in class sooner or later, but luckily Friday came.

Accompanied by her sister, she arrived at the secret room, where Les was already waiting.

"It's going to be okay, right?" Astoria looked at the table in the center of the secret room and became nervous.

"Believe in Les, he can do anything." Daphne squeezed Astoria's hand to encourage her.

The secret room was empty, and even small sounds could travel far, so it was natural for Les to hear the exchange between Daphne and Astoria.

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

Children have such high expectations for themselves, and they don’t know whether it’s good or bad.

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

Astoria obediently climbed onto the table and lay down on it.

The stage prepared by Les was very large, and the small figure of Astoria, dressed in white robes, lay on the cold stone stage like a sacrifice placed on the altar.

Looking at her sister's figure, Daphne couldn't help but think of the corpse placed in the morgue. She shook her head vigorously to drive this terrible thought out of her mind.

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

Daphne and Astoria blinked blankly, then nodded.

Although asking a child about their own age to treat their sister's incurable disease was ridiculous when you think about it, the Greengrass sisters chose to trust Rice unconditionally. All the famous doctors couldn't cure their sister's disease, but maybe Les could - they hadn't seen anything he couldn't do yet.

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

Dark red blood gushes out from the girl's fair skin, like red damask 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 that Les would use such an intense treatment method when he came up. But she remembered what Les had just told her, and immediately closed her mouth, keeping all the messy thoughts behind her lips.

The secret room fell into an eerie silence, and in the huge space, the only sound left was the sound of Astoria's blood dripping onto the marble floor tiles.

Generally speaking, this kind of wound will gradually stop bleeding without treatment, but Rice's knife seemed to have been specially treated, and the blood in Astoria's wrist showed no signs of stopping. With the loss of blood, her face began to turn pale and her breathing became weak.

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

It seemed to her that her sister was really going to die!

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

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

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

The curse seemed to notice something strange about the host, and it began to become restless and extremely active. Deeply bound to Astoria, it did not want to die, so it showed signs of overflowing.

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

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

The fragments that had been moisturized for a while suddenly became active. The survival instinct drives it to expand outward in search of fresh food. Then it collided with the overflowing curse.

One was the soul fragment that was hunting, and the other was the curse that was beginning to stir. The two parties quickly joined together and became one in a short period of time.

By the time both parties realized something was wrong, it was already too late, and the curse could no longer be separated from Riddle's soul.

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

"Successful!" Les's eyes flashed with joy: the effect was even better than he expected. The curse was completely separated from Astoria's soul, and she was freed from the blood curse.

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

Rice's method of treatment is to use the properties of curses and horcruxes to separate them. But there is a prerequisite for this, that is, the patient needs to be in a near-death state before it can be done. Otherwise, the curse would not take the initiative to cut Astoria's soul.

Now that the first half of the treatment is over, it’s time to start the second half of the rescue.

When the curse was completely stripped away and sealed into Riddle's diary, Daphne felt a faint cold wind blowing by. The wind stirred the corners of her robe, bringing a hint of chill.

Astoria's face instantly turned gray, she had reached her limit.

Naturally, Les felt the vague chill. He understood that a somewhat annoying old friend was coming, and he wanted to take away a pure soul.

But Rice disagreed.

No soul can be taken from him before his eyes without his permission.

A bottle of red and purple potion slipped out of his sleeve and was put into Astoria's mouth. Then Les put a few drops of white blood on the girl's cut wrist.

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

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

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The second update is here, good night~

Tomorrow’s update will be at the same time!