Hogwarts’ John Wick

Chapter 587: 587: Bloodborne Curse, Unraveling the Mystery

The Bloodborne Curse completely erupted.

The moment it was triggered, Daphne instantly fell unconscious.

John drew his wand to deal with it, his expression grave.

The souls obtained from the Dementor breeding grounds dispersed and transformed into nanometer-thin strands of light in the air.

This was the sharpest weapon in the world, capable of even cutting through souls.

His left hand wielded the wand while his right arm became covered in silver.

John raised his right hand and controlled the hundreds of light strands as they entered Daphne's body.

The potion she had drunk finally began to take effect, halting the explosive spread of the cursed power.

His wand brushed over Daphne's body, causing rings of Ouroboros-shaped light to appear around her limbs.

John's eyes transformed into dragon pupils as the flying dragons descended and stood silently around them.

Carefully observing every detail, John waved his wand.

"Return, wandering soul. Redi, o anima errans."

The strands of light entered Daphne's body like needles threading through fabric.

In John's eyes, Daphne's soul was laid completely bare.

The curse, which had originally been curled into a small cluster, had now spread throughout her entire body.

"Once it erupts, it rapidly steals away life in a very short time."

John controlled the strands of light to slice apart every tiny spot that resembled spreading mold.

Daphne let out a muffled groan as black spots appeared across her body.

The sacred power belonging to the unicorn surrounded the emerging spots.

"I need to speed this up."

John knew that if this continued, even if her soul escaped corruption, her body would still perish.

The soul scalpels moved simultaneously, clearing away the curse at maximum speed, yet the curse still continued growing at an astonishing rate.

"I need more scalpels."

Realizing the clearing speed was too slow, John released ten souls in one breath.

All of the souls resembled cocoons as hundreds of tiny strands of light separated from them and drilled into Daphne's body.

The speed of the soul scalpels increased dramatically.

John waved his wand again, rapidly cooling the potion brewing inside another cauldron.

A fist-sized mass of potion flew out and entered through Daphne's ear.

Then came the third cauldron, the largest one.

It was as enormous as a bathtub.

Inside was a restorative liquid made from materials gathered from Dragon Valley.

Daphne's body floated upward and became trapped within the restorative liquid as though caught by the Water-Making Spell.

Strangely, the restorative liquid did not affect Daphne's breathing at all.

More black spots appeared, though much more slowly than before.

The skin on Daphne's fingers split apart first, followed by her hands and feet, then the rest of her body.

John stared fixedly at Daphne's body as the restorative liquid rapidly healed the skin after it peeled away.

The Ouroboros wrapped around her body served as the final safeguard.

As the curse was gradually eliminated, the damage done to her body was also rapidly repaired.

"If this continues, it should work."

After multiple rounds of research with Slughorn, John had created three kinds of potions capable of protecting the body from the inside out.

They had discussed how the eruption of the curse would damage the body while also corroding the soul.

Only sufficient restorative power could preserve the life of the cursed person.

"Maybe I should send him a bottle of mead to thank him for his efforts."

John silently thanked him in his heart.

In researching the Bloodborne Curse, the other man had provided him with tremendous help.

The soul surgery proceeded steadily and methodically.

The scalpels removed the curse faster than the curse could grow.

Gradually, the curse shrank into a cluster and was carved away bit by bit by the scalpels.

The emerald-green restorative liquid also began fading in color as its medicinal effects were rapidly absorbed.

Daphne's skin had already shed and regenerated once, becoming even fairer and smoother than before.

Just as only a tiny remnant of the curse remained, an unexpected change suddenly occurred.

John had intended to eliminate the last of the curse in one push.

But the curse suddenly erupted from Daphne's heart.

Growing at a speed beyond what could be eradicated, it instantly spread throughout her body once again.

Daphne, submerged in the restorative liquid, opened her mouth in a silent cough as blood seeped from her lips, dyeing the liquid crimson.

"A mutation in the curse?"

John's expression changed drastically. He threw out his small suitcase, and the bottles containing souls exploded one after another.

Under John's control, all the souls transformed into tiny soul scalpels that covered Daphne's body.

"Her body is reaching its limit."

A drop of sweat slid down his forehead. With a grave expression, John poured Emerald Potion into the restorative liquid.

At the same time, soul potion turned into a thin stream and flowed into Daphne's mouth.

Within the soul possessed by the curse, a tiny soul appeared. Like a Patronus, it protected the most important parts of Daphne's soul, punching and kicking away the approaching curse.

The evil curse was suppressed once more.

John pressed the advantage. The soul scalpels placed a tremendous burden on him.

His right hand controlled thousands of scalpels, each sweep clearing away huge portions of the curse.

||"Devouring Soul Curse."||

Black energy erupted from his eyes as John forced the curse back into a single cluster.

Without any hesitation, he used the Devouring Soul Curse, concentrating the scalpels and driving them directly into the location of the curse.

Bit by bit, he pulled the curse out of Daphne's body like unraveling silk from a cocoon.

At the same time, the emerald-green restorative liquid completely faded into something as clear as water.

The sphere of liquid shattered, and Daphne fell out.

John used the Summoning Charm to catch her before carefully laying her down.

Stepping forward to examine her, John carefully searched through her body with magic.

After confirming that she was fine, he dropped down and sat beside Daphne.

Wiping away his sweat, he said with lingering fear, "I didn't expect the curse to have a second eruption phase. That means even if someone survives the first time by luck, the second time could still kill them."

John had not expected a curse to be this insidious.

Sitting beside Daphne, he lay down somewhat exhausted.

Mumbling vaguely to Amohan, he said, "Wake me up later."

After saying that, he closed his eyes and fell asleep as well.

As the sun gradually set, Daphne slowly woke up in a daze.

The moment she opened her eyes, she felt as though her entire body had received a full massage.

It was like a burden she had carried for more than ten years had suddenly been lifted away.

"J-John!"

Daphne had still been groggy a moment ago, but the sight of a handsome face in front of her instantly woke her up completely.

She suddenly sat upright, but the abrupt movement made her feel dizzy.

For some reason, she guiltily glanced around.

After confirming that there was no one there... well, aside from a few dragons...

She lay back down again, turning onto her side to face John.

The two of them were very close.

Daphne absolutely had not secretly moved closer!

She carefully stretched out her hand and poked John's cheek. Poke..

John showed no reaction.

Daphne poked him again. Poke! poke!

Still no reaction.

Pulling her hand back, Daphne smiled as she stared at John.

She glanced around again before carefully inching closer toward him.

...

The sunlight gradually disappeared, and at the moment the final ray of sunlight vanished—

In the darkness, John opened his eyes.

Daphne seemed to see two flashes of light.

"You're awake?" John showed none of the grogginess of someone who had just woken up. Instead, he looked completely alert.

Getting up and stretching lazily, John rubbed his neck and said, "We'll need to revise the treatment plan."

"Your curse has a latent second eruption phase. After being cured, your descendants will no longer carry the hidden danger of the curse."

John calmly analyzed, "This curse likely develops while lying dormant within the body, then begins erupting at a certain age until the host dies."

"However, that death does not stop it from continuing to pass down to future descendants. Its deceptive nature is like a venomous snake."

"And this eruption appears alongside soul corruption. During treatment, it also causes some damage to the physical body."

As he continued speaking, John realized Daphne had not responded at all. Turning around to look, he saw Daphne hurriedly turn her face away as if feeling guilty.

John did not understand at first, then thought perhaps what he had said was too complicated.

So he simply said, "In short, I now have a way to resolve the Greengrass family's curse, but I'll need more preparation."

"Hmm?"

Seeing that Daphne still was not speaking, John leaned closer and asked. "Are you alright, Daphne?"

Seeing Daphne's flushed cheeks, John immediately frowned. "Could it be that the treatment didn't fully work?"

"No, I-I just..."

As Daphne watched John getting closer and closer, she said despairingly, "I'm just a little tired."

"That makes sense. Your body's vitality would have weakened after undergoing continuous treatment."

John nodded in understanding. He tapped his wand, causing the small suitcase to fly back while all the bottles and jars headed toward the doorway.

"Then let's head back. After Christmas, I'll begin Astoria's treatment as well."

Now that he had experience from the first time, dealing with it again would be much easier.

John said to Daphne, "Don't be afraid. I promised you."

Daphne nodded.

On a distant mountain, Amohan said to the Fireball Dragon beside her, "She just pressed her mouth against the Shadow of Destruction's face. Was she trying to eat him?"

The Fireball Dragon, which had once been raised by humans, hesitated before saying, "That seems to be some kind of wizard etiquette. I'm not too sure either."

It had seen several dragon tamers do the same thing before. Sometimes even male wizards did it to each other, so it was probably some kind of ritual?

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