Chapter 418

Draco's voice was low, with a hint of worry.

He slowly revealed the information he had learned.

"This blood curse is passed down to females, not males."

"Astoria has it too."

"But fortunately, their family's blood curse is not lethal; it only weakens the body, does not endanger life, and does not cause total loss of reason like the blood curse beasts."

"But even so, this curse means the women of the Greengrass family generally have shorter lifespans and their bodies are chronically in a sub‑healthy state."

"Moreover, once they give birth, the curse accelerates, drastically shortening their lifespan."

Draco's voice dropped lower, his gaze fell to the tabletop, as if avoiding something.

"Father and I said this only because we don't want you to continue a relationship with her."

"What are you going to do about it?" John asked.

Draco fell silent for a moment, then lifted his head, his eyes showing an uncommon resolve.

"I still want to be with her; I can forego having children—even if the Malfoy line ends, it doesn't matter to me."

"You're serious?" Upon hearing this, Titus couldn't help blurting out, his tone full of disbelief.

He knew all too well how obsessed pure‑blood families are with lineage.

I never expected Draco to be able to say something like "it doesn't matter if the line dies out."

"Of course." Draco's voice showed no wavering.

"I've thought about it for a long time; Astoria is different from anyone else."

"I want to be with her."

"And ultimately, whether the Malfoy bloodline continues is no longer important to me."

Hearing Draco's words, several people were somewhat moved.

That once‑arrogant, spiteful Draco Malfoy, full of pure‑blood pride, now actually could say such things.

It really is somewhat surprising.

"Since you've already made up your mind, why are you asking me what to do?" John asked with a laugh.

Draco sighed: "I just want to see if there's any way to ease her curse."

But John shook his head.

If the blood curse were that easy to fix or alleviate, it wouldn't have become rare over time.

Because families with severe blood curses cannot pass them down.

Mild ones would have already found a way to resolve it themselves; they wouldn't wait until now.

Draco gave a wry laugh: "Well, I should have known earlier; even though the hope is slim, I still want to try."

John pondered for a moment, then said gently: "If the Greengrass family's blood curse merely weakens the body, we could try moderating it with some mild potions."

But Draco shook his head: "Useless; they've already tried every potion they could."

John thought again, but did not directly refute.

Instead, he pulled out a large quantity of potion ingredients and a crucible from his traceless expansion pack right there.

Then, without paying attention to the onlookers, he began mixing on his own.

Ordinary potions are naturally useless.

But if...

While brewing the potion, John suddenly cut his fingertip, letting a few drops of blood fall into the crucible.

If combined with unicorn blood and the power of a magic stone.

Might it produce an unexpected effect?

Since relying on unicorn blood and a magic stone to revive himself, John can be said to be a human‑shaped lingzhi; even a few drops of his blood possess tremendous vitality.

Professor Snape has even drawn some of his blood for research.

This proved that his blood indeed contains vitality far surpassing that of ordinary potions.

If prepared correctly, it could even be used to brew a low‑grade version of the elixir of immortality.

For the full two hours, John kept at the pot, while Draco and the others tactfully refrained from disturbing him.

Only when the liquid in the crucible shifted from murky deep purple to clear silver‑white did John finally let out a relieved breath.

"Here, with limited time and materials, I can only throw together a super‑super‑super low‑grade immortality potion."

"But with my blood added, it contains powerful vital energy."

"Take it to Astoria and have her try it when her symptoms next flare up."

Draco took the bottle of silver‑white liquid, asking somewhat uncertainly.

"What do you mean by your blood added?"

Frankly, Draco still didn't know the exact details of John's resurrection; he only knew John had died once before.

So John gave a brief explanation; after hearing about unicorn blood and the magic stone, even if he were dense, he could grasp the value of this vial.

Draco pressed his lips together, momentarily unsure what to say.

In the end, he simply gave a solemn nod and carefully tucked the vial into his chest.

"Thanks, John. Whether it works or not, I'll remember this kindness."

John waved his hand; to him it wasn't a big deal.

The power of unicorn blood and the magic stone in his body constantly nourishes him, left foot treading right foot, so he hardly worries about losing a few drops of blood.

Earlier, that old bat Professor Snape had drawn several tubes of his blood for research, yet he showed no discomfort.

Alright, stop being mushy, Astoria is my sister's good friend—I can't stay indifferent, otherwise that little girl Yueer might start nagging me.

Draco, upon hearing that, rarely curled the corner of his mouth into a hint of a smile.

Yueer attended John's engagement banquet earlier when John got engaged, so he also knew that Yueer's true identity is John's sister, and the Gelin surname is merely a disguise.

Last year, Draco and Yueer's relationship was also not bad.

It also counts as having formed a good affinity, which is why John is now helping wholeheartedly.

「Just a heads-up, if the potion works, then from now on when you come to me to brew Magic Potion, you prepare the materials yourselves, including Astoria's as well. 」

「Also, don't spread it around; I don't want to invite unnecessary trouble. 」

「I understand. 」 Draco nodded without hesitation.

「I'll also take care of the materials; you just need to write the order, and I'll definitely not let anyone else know about this. 」

John nodded satisfactorily, then muttered to himself: 「You two families are so rich... can I really gouge you a lot...? 」

「Hey, I can hear you. 」 Draco rolled his eyes impatiently, 「But if it really can help Astoria, then let's gouge...... 」

Not to mention Draco would be happy to be gouged.

If this potion really can help the women of the Greengrass Family prolong their lives, then they'd also rush to let John gouge them.

「Alright, hand this over to Astoria, and by the way tell her my sister still quite misses her, and she's welcome to come find my sister to play when she has free time. 」

Draco nodded, understanding John's meaning.

This is to let Astoria put down her mental burden, so she can continue to interact normally with Yueer, without feeling constrained because she feels indebted.

However, Draco doesn't think Astoria will feel constrained about this, because she is a straightforward and decent girl, very open-minded.

But John isn't familiar with Astoria, so having such concerns is normal.

John simply doesn't want a bottle of potion to ruin his sister's precious friendship.