Strictly speaking, a Blood Curse was not a hereditary disease, but an extremely ancient form of dark magic branded into the bloodline. Since it was magic, it must have originated from a wizard.
Which meant-
The Blood Curse on the first person afflicted with it had not been innate, but inflicted by someone!
Vaughn felt that as long as something was man-made, it could not be irreversible.
How could magic created by humans possibly have no flaws?
After all, a Blood Curse differed from spells that took effect immediately. It persisted for a long time in the form of a curse.
If it took effect immediately like the Unforgivable Curses, there would naturally be no question of breaking it.
Only when dawn began to break did Vaughn use a Dimensional Gate to send Hermione straight back to her dormitory, while he himself leisurely made his way upstairs.
"Hey! You over there-ha-Mr. Weasley! A pleasure to see you!"
When he reached the second floor, a somewhat irritable voice suddenly rang out, only to quickly turn mild and ingratiating. Vaughn turned to see Filch approaching, rubbing his hands with a broad smile on his face.
"Good morning, Mr. Filch." Vaughn met his large, light-bulb-like eyes for a moment, then tilted his head to look
at the cat following beside Filch.
"Good morning." Filch's eyes darted around as he desperately searched for a topic. His gaze happened to stray toward the stairs, and his eyes brightened slightly.
"Mr. Weasley, you're going to the Headmaster's Office, aren't you?"
Vaughn nodded and raised an eyebrow. "You seem to want something from me?"
"Er, it's nothing important-it's just-"
"I wanted to ask-is your research going well?"
"Magic protein! Yes-that's right! That's the one! Can it really give Muggles magic?"
Vaughn had already found this odd. He