Astoria Greengrass is 10 years old and is a particularly well-behaved little girl.
She was curious about the two unfamiliar guests in the hall, especially Vincent.
She didn't understand any of it—no curses, no sharing of costs.
"My sister's classmate, Vincent Wayne?"
Although this name isn't as famous as Harry Potter, it's still quite well-known.
The young wizards grew up listening to Harry's stories and are already very familiar with them.
The sudden appearance of Vincent certainly brings a lot of novelty.
Sigrid got up and walked to the inside of the hall.
Astoria quickly hid her small body behind the corner.
"Mom saw you a long time ago."
She lowered her small hands from her eyes, stuck out her tongue, and made a face.
"Astoria".
"Okay, Mom."
Sigrid led her back to the hall and sat down.
Lestrange looked somewhat helpless. "This is my uncle's youngest daughter. We originally planned to reveal the curse before she started school."
Seeing Vincent coming over, Astoria timidly hid most of her face in Sigrid's arms.
"She was frail and sickly from childhood and never left the manor."
The Greengrass couple gave their youngest daughter everything they considered the best, which explains why Daphne was initially a little jealous.
Astoria has a bit of baby fat; if her complexion were a little rosier, she would look just like a little princess.
She felt Vincent's kind gaze and peeked out, "I know you. The newspapers are saying you're the next Albus Dumbledore."
"Thanks."
Don't you feel cold?
"I have this." Vincent took out a small metal block for warmth and let it float in front of Astoria.
She looked longingly at Sigrid, and after receiving permission, she took it in her hand.
"It's so warm—"
Lestrange wanted to give him a stern reprimand, but when he realized that Vincent's expression was genuine, he immediately abandoned the idea.
Excellent talent, a brilliant mind, not losing oneself under the spotlight, and a seemingly easy-going personality.
It is said that even Fudge is very optimistic about it.
He chuckled to himself, finally understanding why his eldest daughter had changed her mind.
Changing yourself is not difficult; changing others is.
Lestrange saw a unique charm in Vincent.
It cannot be described in words, yet it truly exists.
Is it precious?
"Not for me."
Astoria jumped off the sofa, reluctantly approached Vincent, and returned the alchemical heating device.
Don't you like it?
"I like it." She hesitated for a moment.
"But my parents told me that I shouldn't take things that don't belong to me, so my sister has never taken my doll."
Vincent pushed it back, saying, "This is just a small token of my appreciation. I hope you won't dislike me in the future."
"Hate you?" Astoria stared blankly at the alchemical device in her hands. "Why would I hate you?"
Are you afraid of pain?
"Afraid."
"If you can persevere, it will be yours."
Just as she was about to continue asking questions, Devin and Viktor both got up and walked out the door.
"Don't be afraid, Astoria." Lestrange and Sigrid bent down.
Even if your illness isn't cured, your mom and dad will always be by your side.
Naïve Astoria is unaware of what is about to happen, but she notices that something seems different about her parents.
This was an emotion she didn't understand, much like when she found the missing rag doll.
"Let's begin, Vincent."
Before she could even be surprised that a ring had turned into a knife, her little hand, which her parents were holding, was cut open by it.
It didn't hurt too much.
Vincent waved his wand, gathering the blood flowing from the three of them together.
The magic that can break the Blood Curse is called "Blessing of Life".
It is a curse, a curse that can spread out the Blood Curse residing in the blood and link lives together.
The difficulty level isn't very high, but meeting the conditions for successfully executing it is quite challenging.
Not only does it require voluntarily sharing one's life, but it also requires enduring the pain that comes with the agonizing process.
Once the "blessing" is completed, the lives of both parties will be linked together.
Blood, gathered into thin threads, surrounded the three of them.
Their faces were all pale.
As the fine threads densely covered them like a thin film, a beam of black light flashed from Vincent's Alder Wand.
The intense darkness made Devin was outside the door, turn around instinctively.
He saw blood-red mist constantly seeping out from the crack in the door, along with that evil, cold aura of magic.
"Rosier Family brat, now that you've guessed it, I think you should know what's going to happen, right?"
The coldness in Viktor's tone paled in comparison to the mist seeping through the cracks.
"Please rest assured, we, the Rosier family, are not like some of those wavering families."
After half a century, the dormant Wizards' Purity Party is finally about to step back into the spotlight.
No matter how long we have to wait, the global Wizarding World is destined to turn a new page.
The old king? The new king?
It doesn't matter, as long as he's not a madman like Voldemort.
"Ah—" Astoria's cry came from inside.
Despite the thin film of blood covering her, Vincent could still imagine the extent of her pain from her voice.
The blood-red mist, imbued with a strong aura of evil, is the true form of the Blood Curse.
If they are trapped, the curse can be completely lifted.
Even Dumbledore could only distribute them into the blood of relatives who voluntarily accepted them.
"Baby, the pain will subside soon. Daddy and Mommy are right here with you."
Despite the trembling in Lestrange's voice, Vincent felt that his words were full of power.
The Potters 12 years ago must have faced Voldemort with the same strength.
His gaze was extremely focused, as if he wanted to memorize the shape and characteristics of the blood mist.
Please wish them well.
It was like a blessing, yet also like a spell.
The blood-red membrane covering the three people began to tighten little by little.
The originally active blood mist was as if it were being pulled, and was forcibly stuffed into the bodies of the Greengrass couple.
If the two cannot withstand it, they will return to Astoria's body.
Vincent was convinced that this scene would not happen, and indeed it did.
His pupils, which gradually turned pitch black, revealed countless fine lines connecting the three people.
The Blessing of Life was successful.
This unorthodox, forbidden Dark Magic succeeded.
Lestrange and Sigrid looked a bit thinner, as did Greengrass, whom they were embracing.
Even with only a third remaining, the effects of the Blood Curse still persist.
But judging from the smiles on their faces, this side effect was nothing at all.
The Blood Curse has tormented the Greengrass Family for centuries.
It is no longer the invincible nightmare it once was.