[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-hogwarts-john-wick":3,"chapter-hogwarts-john-wick-hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-154":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Hogwarts’ John Wick",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1646238,2109,"154: Sentient Silver Wick Sword","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-154",154,"\u003Cp>Today was the day to go to Hogsmeade, so Snape put the search on hold for now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Snape hurriedly walking through the school, John could guess he was off to catch someone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Folding up the Marauder's Map, John made his way to the Constellation Society's secret chamber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Come to think of it, he hadn't been in there all week, and the Firebolt that was originally placed in the Constellation Society was borrowed by Malfoy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He said that he wanted to use it as a secret weapon, so he did not advertise it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, John saw Malfoy returning to the dormitory with injuries several times, probably from falling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Standing at the round table of the Constellation Society, the ceiling above shone with the light of thirty-six purple stars, casting a star map onto the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a snap of his fingers, the table split open from the center, revealing a hidden entrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the armory, and a pair of half-finished shoes rested there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John hadn't had the time to finish them. Several enchanted rings were placed on the counter, and the Silver Wick Sword hung on the wall in the center.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Raising his hand, the Silver Wick Sword trembled briefly before flying into John's grasp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Taking a bottle of prepared soul potion, John drank it down—he was about to attempt a bold experiment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He called it \"Soul Infusion.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He waited for the effects of the soul potion to take hold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took a purified, extracted soul from the cabinet. Raising his right hand, John watched as a silver ring spread over his entire arm like liquid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His silver, gleaming hand moved slightly, momentarily suppressing the injury on his right hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Opening the bottle containing the soul, he placed it on the table. John's mouth moved, and ancient, cryptic syllables filled the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soul responded to his incantation, unraveling strand by strand, gradually entwining around the Silver Wick Sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, the chamber burst into light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Magic drained rapidly, and John's gaze fixed unwaveringly on the Silver Wick Sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next second, the soul was fully infused into the sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sword's mithril-crafted blade shook violently, and John felt his own soul being tugged apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ug, Anima, veni.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the spell cast, John forcefully suppressed the sensation of his soul being pulled away. Inside the Silver Wick Sword, the infused soul was restless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that moment, it felt as if an invisible pressure was descending upon him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gritting his teeth, John held steady as the soul within the Silver Wick Sword resisted fiercely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even when he had once torn souls apart and ingested them, he had never encountered resistance like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is this the rebellion against touching the forbidden?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A glint of determination flashed in John's eyes as the Silver Wick Sword flew out of his hand, hovering in mid-air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn't used a Levitation Charm—this was the sword acting on its own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With his now-free left hand, he drew his wand. Overhead, the thirty-six magical crystals embedded in the dome erupted with light, shooting beams directly downward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The concentrated beams transformed into an immense force pressing onto his wand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the strain, his arm lowered bit by bit, absorbing all the energy until the wand shimmered with an intense purple glow, nearly overflowing. His left arm bore thunder-like marks as the energy began to invade, carving patterns into his skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He adjusted the wand with forceful control, aiming it at the Silver Wick Sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dazzling white laser burst from the wand's tip, landing on the blade, engraving intricate designs across its surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This immense power coursed through his body like a conduit, forcibly infusing itself into the sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The process went on for over ten minutes, with the Silver Wick Sword nearly breaking free several times, restrained only by the specialized silver gauntlet he wore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, as the wand expelled its last bit of energy, a wisp of black smoke curled from its tip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John's left sleeve was shredded, with only a few scraps hanging, though he paid it no mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes remained fixed on the Silver Wick Sword, which was now aglow with silver light, flames, and crackling arcs of electricity rippling along its blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ancient, mysterious patterns adorned the blade, chaotic yet uniquely beautiful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The most notable part was the hilt, where a magical crystal had formed cracks but, miraculously, had not shattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was both a success and not quite a success.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John stepped forward, tentatively reaching out to grasp the hilt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An immense surge of power erupted from within, but the six magic crystals on his gauntlet activated, containing the sword's resistance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how hard the sword struggled, it ultimately couldn't break free.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, the Silver Wick Sword relented.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, it surrendered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John could sense the sword's emotions—utterly chaotic, like a child babbling while having its candy taken away and unable to reclaim it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He aimed the sword at a human-shaped target in the chamber and swung. Though he didn't touch it, the target was sliced cleanly in two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cut was sharp and clean, with a charred edge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It'll do, though I wonder how long that supercharged magic crystal will hold out.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Returning the Silver Wick Sword to its original spot, John lifted his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, he didn't use magic—the Silver Wick Sword flew directly back into his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After infusing the Silver Wick Sword with a soul, John had forcibly created a consciousness within it. Initially resistant, that consciousness gradually yielded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or rather, it was the soul itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The supercharged magic crystal—formed by merging the energy of thirty-six magic crystals—shaped the soul into a conscious entity with intense magic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a way, John's actions had already ventured into an unforgivable realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But with no one else knowing, it was as good as nonexistent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Magic itself is rooted in belief, and John, equally at ease, relied on that belief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Returning to the upper level of the secret chamber, he noticed that the thirty-six magical crystals in the ceiling had dimmed somewhat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no need to recharge them; the chamber itself, designed as a massive alchemy furnace, would continuously replenish the magic crystals as long as a tiny bit of magic acted as a catalyst.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the magic crystals became fully charged, the excess magic would simply contribute to forming additional crystals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When constructing the Constellation Society's secret chamber, John had modeled it on the Room of Requirement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He held a handful of Galleons, and as they dwindled, the broken components of the chamber quickly regenerated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John looked down at his left hand, where fierce, lightning-like patterns remained, almost like a tattoo. In one brief flashback, he even glimpsed a thunderbird.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed that the intense magical impact had transferred the damage to his left hand, leaving a mark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once he'd finished restoring what had been damaged by the magical shock, John stepped out of the chamber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as he stepped out, John saw Harry, sweating profusely, caught red-handed by Professor Snape near the statue of the one-eyed, hunchbacked witch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite Harry's frantic explanations that he hadn't gone to Hogsmeade, it was futile—Snape was dragging him off to his office.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John watched for a moment but didn't linger; he continued on his way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon he ran into Hermione, looking flustered, her hair sticking to her forehead from urgency.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"John.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She halted abruptly upon seeing him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After hesitating for a while, she finally spoke up, \"John, there's something I want to ask you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing her anxious expression, John paused and asked, \"What's up?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione's clear eyes darted over to the giant troll security statue in the corridor. She bit her lip and said, \"Let's go somewhere more private.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John scratched his head and nodded in agreement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Around the corner, Daphne, who had been about to greet John, stopped in her tracks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her expression shifted, the initial joy on her face fading away. The pineapple pizza she'd painstakingly made slipped from her hand onto the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione led the way, with John following behind her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every so often, he glanced down at the lightning-like pattern on the back of his hand, thinking to himself that it actually looked pretty cool.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike the scar on Harry's forehead, John's mark was both intimidating and strangely beautiful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When they reached the covered bridge, Hermione, who had been silent the entire way, finally spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stared at John for a moment, then asked, hopefully, \"John, do you still have the password note I gave you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John was taken aback, thinking back to when he'd fought Sirius.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd used a fire spell to dry out the swamp, and the note had turned to ash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he replied honestly, \"It's gone. Burned up.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Burned up?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione hadn't expected that answer; it seemed absurd to her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a long pause, she walked away without saying another word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John, puzzled, rubbed his chin and guessed, \"Does she not want me feeding the cat anymore?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Well, that was fine. He still had to track down Sirius Black, so his time was limited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Turning away from the bridge, he bumped into Daphne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From this angle, he could see the bridge clearly and wondered why she was here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a victorious smile, clearly in a good mood, Daphne walked over and tugged on his sleeve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I've mastered Italian pineapple pizza and Chinese strawberry dumplings!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked very happy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John took a breath of cold air when he heard the names of these dishes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>P-Pineapple Pizza.. Strawberry Dumplings...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could anyone come up with this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Didn't you say last time that you studied cooking for two and a half years? I liked you very much (smiley face)...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why do you have to pick on fruits? You should be banned from the kitchen!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>_________\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Read 12 chapters ahead:\u003C\u002Fp>",1628,"2026-06-06T11:45:53.361Z",1,"novelbin.me","b49460cd75e93e22dc3701e5ca44659b4c9e0516e8bec5c7463e6c8f5a6ba934","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-155","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-153",577,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-john-wick-cover.jpg"]