Retribution

"What's the Blood Demon Curse?" Harry had never heard of this curse.

Ron suddenly said, "It's a very evil curse. It can make the cursed person waste away and die, and it can be passed down to their descendants. It's terrifying."

Harry looked at Ron strangely. Ron noticed his gaze and hurriedly explained, "My dad told us about it before. It was related to the Greengrass family. I'd heard before that their family seemed to have some strange illness."

"Astoria's uncle died from the inherited Blood Demon Curse. Once someone is found to have it, they won't even be treated, because after all these years, not a single treatment has truly succeeded."

Draco lowered his head again. The atmosphere completely sank, and Eli suddenly felt unable to say anything.

Magic was miraculous. Many, many Muggle illnesses were merely minor ailments before magic. Even cancer was not considered a serious disease in the Wizarding World.

Healing in the Wizarding World was extremely polarized. For illnesses and injuries that could be cured, such as broken bones, perhaps a bottle of potion and a spell could heal them in the blink of an eye.

But for things that could not be cured, there was absolutely nothing anyone could do.

It was like the Longbottoms, who had been driven mad after being tortured repeatedly with the Cruciatus Curse. They had remained at St Mungo's all these years, yet they had never been cured.

It felt just like when Muggles were diagnosed with terminal illnesses. Even wizards could not escape such suffering.

Astoria would inevitably follow in the footsteps of those ancestors who had inherited the Blood Demon Curse—wasting away until she died.

That was why Astoria had always seemed so frail. Her body was growing weaker as she aged.

No wonder Daphne treasured her