boyutpedia Chapter 139 Treatment
Chapter 139 Treatment
Chapter 139 Treatment
This is—Loila stared at the thing on it for a moment, then immediately covered her eyes and took a few steps back.
Nicolas Flamel, you—you old—scoundrel!
What kind of spell is on this parchment? It's a picture of a nude woman—though very simple, it has everything that's supposed to be there!
"Mr. Lemaître—" Newt seemed extremely embarrassed as well. He pursed his lips, lowered his head, and said, "You—"
"Did you take the wrong one?"
"How is this possible—" Nicolas Flamel slammed his hand on the table in anger at everyone's strange looks, then clutched his hand in pain.
"This is—this is something I found in an ancient book—"
"Regarding the cure for the Blood Curse," he said, pointing to the drawing on the parchment.
Loila took a deep breath upon hearing his words before cautiously peeking through a crack in her finger to look at the drawing.
Upon closer inspection—this is definitely not an ordinary picture.
The woman's body seemed to have some kind of pattern—like a tattoo.
"This is the cure," Nicolas Flamel said slowly. "A curse is essentially a spell that continues to work, but has no counter-curse."
"There are two ways to undo it. The first, and currently known only, method is for the caster to voluntarily undo it."
"The second one—it's on this picture." He said, scanning the image from top to bottom with his finger, causing Loila to gasp and quickly close her fingers.
"You mean—" Newt, who was standing nearby, pursed his lips and said, "Use—use magic—"
"Hmm." Nicolas Flamel nodded slightly: "Rewrite the spell with magic."
"It doesn't sound too difficult," Tina said after thinking for a moment. "Then why—"
"This is no simple matter, Tina." Nicolas Flamel shook his head and coughed. "The curse is spread throughout her body; you must precisely control your magic and rewrite it inch by inch—"
"This requires the caster to have very sophisticated magical control."
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"Such wizards are extremely rare."
"Would Professor Dumbledore be alright?" Newt asked after thinking for a moment.
"No—" Nicolas Flamel shook his head slightly: "On the one hand—" He glanced at Nagini: "Miss Nagini is a woman."
"This requires the wand to be applied to the body—"
"On the other hand," he pursed his lips, "Albus doesn't have that kind of energy right now."
"This is extremely physically demanding."
His answer made Newt and Tina frown. If Dumbledore couldn't do it—
"I—I should be able to—"
Suddenly, a timid voice came from behind. The four of them looked over and saw Miss Hamilton hiding behind the sofa, covering her face.
—
An awkward silence lasted for a while, and the three of them looked at each other.
"Miss Hamilton—" Nicolas Flamel thought for a moment, but seemed unsure how to say it.
Newt and Tina remained silent for a long time.
Only Nagini pursed her lips and said softly, "I believe Miss Hamilton."
"She definitely has the ability."
Her words startled Nicolas Flamel, who pondered for a few seconds before nodding slightly.
"That's right—Miss Hamilton is Durmstrang's youngest graduate—" he said, pursing his lips, "and she's also mastered the Silent Spell—proficient in magic arrays—skilled in manipulating magic, and full of energy—"
"And it's even a woman!" he said, clenching his fist. "That's right—it seems Merlin guided me here today."
"Miss Hamilton, you must—" Just as Nicolas Flamel was about to say this, he saw Loila covering her eyes and not daring to look at the parchment, her face flushed red, but then he suddenly hesitated.
"Is it really possible—?"
Take a deep breath! Take a deep breath!
Outside the Scamander's bedroom, Roy took a deep breath and patted his face—it's nothing, ——————————
It's not even as complicated as a magic circle.
Miss Nagini already trusts me! So don't be afraid—it's nothing serious—and besides, I'm the one who wanted to help Miss Nagini! Wouldn't it be terrible to give up because of fear?
Loila gripped her wand tightly, recalling the contents of the parchment she had just seen—
No—no—it's too embarrassing!
Loila had never seen anyone else completely naked before—just thinking about the picture made her incredibly shy—until she saw Miss Nagini—
Loila slammed her head against the wall, the sound causing Newt, who was sitting downstairs, to instinctively stand up.
"Newt!" Tina reached out and grabbed him. "Let Miss Hamilton handle this herself."
"We need to trust her." She pursed her lips as she spoke. "Don't put too much pressure on her."
"That's right." Nicolas Flamel's hand trembled slightly as he held the glass. "Miss Hamilton was the most outstanding wizard fifty years ago—"
"There is absolutely no better candidate than her."
Hey! I can hear you all talking! This isn't a soundproof room!
Loila, standing upstairs, pursed her lips and then opened her eyes.
Alright, I shouldn't think about anything else too much—Miss Nagini suffered so much because of this curse, and spent decades in a daze because of it—
How could I betray her trust because of some inexplicable shyness?
Yes—Miss Nagini trusts me so much—I must live up to her trust!
Loila blinked, the blush on her face slowly fading, and her blue eyes calmed down.
She gently raised her hand and pushed open the door.
"Clatter".
The bedroom door was gently pushed open, revealing a slightly dim room. The curtains were drawn, and no lights were on.
She could only vaguely make out a bed and a woman lying on it with her eyes closed.
Miss Nagini had already drunk the anesthetic. Rewriting the spell directly on her body was extremely painful, so she had fallen asleep beforehand.
Even so—looking at the woman with her eyes closed and her clothes placed beside her pillow—Luo Yili still felt her heart beat slightly faster.
Whew—Whew—There's nothing to be ashamed of—Aren't we both girls?
Loila pursed her lips, then silently recited the magic circle technique several times in her mind before slowly walking to Nagini's side and raising her wand.
The tip of the staff lightly touched Nagini's delicate skin.
Much softer than parchment—Loy patted his face to calm himself down and get those strange thoughts out of his head.
I must treat this as a magic circle—yes, drawing a magic circle, only—the quill has become a magic wand—and the parchment has become—
It became————
A magic circle! A magic circle! A magic circle!
"Whoosh—" Loila's wand slid gently, and a little blue light emanated from the tip of the wand—then she began to draw patterns along the "parchment".
It seems that it really is not much different from drawing a magic circle?
Once she actually started thinking about it that way, Loila's random thoughts seemed to disappear.
If only everything could be as simple as drawing a magic circle —
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