Ancient Wizards Return to Hogwarts...

Chapter 237 Ravenclaw's Sewage Disposal Methods

Although Daphne didn't know much about medicine, she could tell from Rice's expression and her sister's change in complexion that the treatment was going very smoothly.

My sister seems to be out of danger? Was that big, dark lump the curse on her soul? That red potion looks quite effective…

A jumble of thoughts collided in Daphne's mind.

Rice wasn't as free as her. He took out all sorts of strange potions and fed them to Astoria one by one. By the time the stone platform was almost full of empty potion jars, the girl had returned to normal.

If it weren't for the lingering smell of blood in the air, Astoria would really look like she was asleep on the table.

When Rice stopped feeding her the medication and began cleaning up the floor, Daphne knew the "surgery" was over. Looking at her sister's face, she had a vague answer in her heart, but dared not say it aloud.

Seeing Daphne's hesitant expression, how could Rice not understand what she was thinking?

"Astoria's situation is better than I expected. She will be fully recovered after resting." Rice's words were not an exaggeration at all. According to his initial estimate, Astoria would need at least two soul surgeries to completely remove the curse, but today it was successful in one go, which surprised Rice quite a bit.

"Recovery? You mean—" Daphne was stunned.

"Yes, from now on she has nothing to do with the curse."

Daphne: !!!

A wave of shock washed over her like a burst dam, throwing her thoughts into disarray. Her brain struggled to process the news for a time.

"Uh, what do you mean by 'it's okay'? I mean—I meant—Merlin!"

Rice: ?

However, what does this have to do with Merlin?! Even if you don't know that Slytherin saved her, you shouldn't call Merlin by his name!

Under Rice's death stare, Daphne's sanity returned rapidly.

"You mean the curse on her is gone?"

"That's right, and even if Merlin came, he wouldn't be able to solve this problem."

Rice didn't think Merlin had the ability, nor could Godric, Rowena, or Helga. Only he himself could save Astoria.

After receiving a positive reply from Rice, Daphne choked up. Her feelings were extremely complicated, and she didn't know what to say.

After years of tireless efforts, her father sought out countless doctors, pharmacists, and potion makers for her sister, and now her illness has finally been cured!

A full minute passed before she calmed down a little, and she said in a muffled voice, "I don't know how to repay you..."

"It's alright, she's someone who studied magic with me after all." Rice waved his hand. He saved Astoria just because he wanted to, without needing any reason. If he had to find an explanation, he'd just consider it a karmic entanglement between himself and the Greengrass family. Besides, solving a problem that no one else could handle was really satisfying.

Astoria was led out of the secret room by Daphne.

After she came out, she slept in her dormitory for two days and two nights. She finally woke up before her roommates' patience reached its limit.

"By Merlin, you're finally awake! If you hadn't woken up, we would have gone to find Professor Snape."

"If your sister hadn't told us beforehand, we would have gone to find the teacher already."

"What's wrong? You're sleeping so soundly?"

When Astoria woke up, she heard her roommates chattering in her ear. She blinked, her consciousness gradually returning, and she remembered what had happened before she lost consciousness.

She seemed to have had a very long dream, but she couldn't remember any of the details.

"Uh, I'm okay..." She struggled to sit up, and then her stomach let out a loud growl.

Astoria: ...

She hadn't eaten anything for two whole days.

She had never been so hungry, nor had she ever felt so good; it was as if a tremendous burden had been lifted from her shoulders.

Her roommates rushed out of the dorm and called Daphne over, and the dorm suddenly became noisy...

After removing the curse from Astoria's soul, Rice no longer paid special attention to her. In his view, all he needed to do was give her some nutrition after she regained consciousness, and she could live like a healthy child.

So, early the day after his treatment, he entered the sealed dungeon to find Ravenclaw.

When she met Ravenclaw, she had just finished clearing out the dark creatures that had escaped from the seal.

"It must have been really tough."

Ravenclaw glanced at Rice after hearing his words.

"If you really think I'm suffering, you can enter the seal and help me suppress those monsters."

Rice chuckled twice.

"Next time, for sure. By the way, would you like to take a look at this?" He pulled Riddle's Diary from his pocket and handed it to Ravenclaw.

"A Horcrux?" Ravenclaw recognized the true nature of the thing in front of him at a glance.

"Yes." Rice nodded and told Ravenclaw how he used Horcruxes to heal Astoria.

After hearing Rice's words, even Ravenclaw couldn't help but nod in approval, believing that he had indeed found a good solution.

"I feel like it could be reused, for example, to introduce any remaining pollutants from your body into it—"

Ravenclaw raised an eyebrow: Your apprentice uses brand new ones, and I use secondhand ones? Salazar, you're getting bolder and bolder.

However, she could understand, since the little girl's soul strength was not enough. If it were her, she would also give the second-hand Horcrux to Salazar.

"Thank you for your hard work, thinking of me even at a time like this," Ravenclaw replied calmly, and began to actively try to expel the pollution from her body.

Her method for dealing with the contamination was very simple: she directly summoned the soul of Voldemort that had been grafted onto her body. At this moment, the head was as black as ink, and the facial features were completely distorted.

Ravenclaw stuck the tumor-like thing onto Riddle's diary. Instantly, the diary let out a chilling scream.

The soul fragments and the curse inside underwent a high-intensity baptism of pollution.

About fifteen minutes later, the "tumor" on Ravenclaw's shoulder turned into a murky gray-black, and Riddle's diary looked as if it had been soaked in ink, with all the pages turning black.

This is the means that Ravenclaw, having regained his senses, devised to resist contamination.

She first concentrated the pollution into Voldemort's soul, and then, once there was someone to pollute it, she expelled the pollution from Voldemort's soul—Voldemort's soul acted as a transfer station here.

"Very good, the effect is very good."

Feeling a sense of lightness in his soul, Ravenclaw smiled.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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