[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-hogwarts-john-wick":3,"chapter-hogwarts-john-wick-hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-158":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},1646242,2109,"158: A King and A King","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-158",158,"\u003Cp>By Muggle standards, it was like two top-tier race cars revving their engines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As their eyes met, they became like red and green arrows in the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without hesitation, they pressed forward on their broomsticks, and the Firebolts shot out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had only one target: the glimmering Golden Snitch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The current score was 30 to 80, with Slytherin in the lead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though Wood seemed to have the spirit of a gatekeeper, the six Nimbus 2001s, combined with training as rigorous as Gryffindor's, had transformed Slytherin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had one focus in their eyes: victory!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slytherin Beater Derrick aimed the Bludger and smashed it in Harry's direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Bludger, under his control, flew straight toward Harry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry spun his broom, dodging the hit, and in his peripheral vision, he caught a glimpse of the figure chasing him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Refusing to be outdone, he picked up speed, trying to put some distance between himself and Malfoy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Golden Snitch was the key. In this intense game, if he caught it, Gryffindor would win.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wood, now in his seventh year, loved Quidditch so much. Harry didn't want him to leave with any regrets—he had to win the cup for Gryffindor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With this thought, Harry accelerated and maneuvered deftly in the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Increased speed also meant increased control difficulty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Golden Snitch darted through the Gryffindor stands, and Harry pulled up sharply to keep his momentum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Almost got it.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He thought, eyes fixed intensely on the Snitch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he closed in, a split second later, his body was struck by brute force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Urk..\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face darkened, about to shout at Malfoy for playing dirty, but then he saw that Malfoy hadn't even looked his way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malfoy's eyes were locked solely on the Golden Snitch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hair was plastered back by the fierce wind, but he didn't care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He urged his Firebolt forward, recklessly accelerating, and Harry matched him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two left blurred trails in the air, and the Snitch suddenly dived downward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chasing beneath the familiar stands, both of them held their breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rickety wooden structures loomed as obstacles, but Harry, with his exceptional talent, managed to avoid each one at the last possible moment with his incredible flying skills.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sweat beaded on Malfoy's forehead, but he didn't dare let go of the broom handle to wipe it away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now the sweat beads, slowly shifting in the wind, edged ever closer to Malfoy's eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flying at this speed beneath the stand filled with obstacles, the sight drew gasps from the watching students.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They couldn't see the riders, but they could see the cloth panels below billowing as the two streaked by.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two figures, one right behind the other, separated by barely half a body length.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry realized he was slowing down. He grew furious, convinced Malfoy was pulling some trick again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in the next instant, platinum blonde flashed into his view.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn't slowed down—Malfoy had sped up!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malfoy was still accelerating, racing through this perilous course.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Refusing to be outdone, Harry sped up too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neither of them slowed; instead, they kept gaining speed as they flew beneath the stands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Golden Snitch shot out, with only the faintest blurs trailing in pursuit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marcus Flint saw this and remembered the countless hours of training.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In those moments, it was as if Malfoy had turned into someone else, utterly relentless. No matter how grueling or exhausting, while others groaned, he never gave up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gradually, Malfoy had taken on the responsibilities of captain, inspiring the entire team to persevere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Malfoy like this, how could Flint possibly lose?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With reddened eyes and a shout that tore through his throat, Marcus Flint roared, \"We are Slytherin!!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was rare for him to act this way in a match; usually, he relied on sly tactics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that shout jolted every player awake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They yelled back, \"Noble Slytherin, sworn to defend our honor to the death!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The six of them let out a fierce battle cry, embodying a fearlessness far from the Gryffindors' usual view of Slytherins as cunning and underhanded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Katie, caught off guard, lost control of the Quaffle, allowing Montague to steal it and score.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Slytherin stands erupted in cheers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John watched this unfold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We rise from the mire,We crave power,We are full of ambition,We are strong and composed,We are graceful and poised,We have no regrets,We are Slytherin.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice echoed clearly across the Quidditch pitch, and the once-boisterous stands fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He continued:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We pursue glory,We defend glory,We witness glory,We… are glory.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that moment, every Slytherin's eyes shone with a fervor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if witnessing a king, they clenched their fists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one knew who started it, but soon a single word was on every Slytherin's lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Glory!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Glory!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Glory!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was madness, as if everything had spiraled into a frenzy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The unified chant of \"Glory\" from one house alone drowned out the noise of the other three houses combined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Quidditch pitch was engulfed in glory, that sea of green gathered into a terrifying force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every Slytherin felt as if an endless power surged within them, making the six Slytherin players seem even stronger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The score gap widened quickly, and Wood grew anxious as he dared not glance toward Harry's side of the field.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since that first chant of \"glory,\" the Slytherin team seemed as if they'd been injected with pure adrenaline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He even saw Warrington—usually a bit of a wimp—take a Bludger to the nose without so much as a whimper. They looked like fervent devotees, with \"glory\" as their creed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malfoy, still chasing the Golden Snitch, heard that rallying call, and scenes of grueling training flashed through his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What was all that for?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For glory!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So why wait?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malfoy cranked his speed to the max as the Snitch suddenly plummeted toward the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How familiar this scene was, and without hesitation, Malfoy dove after it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ugh.. gotta keep up..\" Harry aligned himself with Malfoy, plunging rapidly toward the earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone's hearts leaped to their throats; Hermione and Ron stood up, watching with intense anxiety.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old Malfoy had once given up. The Malfoy of today would not!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malfoy roared, \"Get over here you slimy snitch!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both hands lunged for the Golden Snitch almost simultaneously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gasp!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They crashed off their broomsticks, skidding across the ground in two parallel drag marks, forming a \"V\" shape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone stood up, watching with bated breath. Ron, nervously muttering under his breath, whispered, \"Please let it be Harry… please let it be Harry…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione watched anxiously; she could tell from Harry's fall that it must've hurt badly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the students from the four Houses fixed their gaze on the tightly clenched hands—Harry's right hand and Malfoy's left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry, finally shaking off the dizziness from the fall, clenched his fist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the next moment—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A smile broke out on Harry's face as he opened his right hand and raised it high; the Golden Snitch rested in his palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I caught it!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Gryffindor stands erupted in deafening cheers, while Slytherin's spirits dropped as if in mourning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Madam Hooch blew the final whistle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The match is over.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Slytherin wins!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The smiles froze, and the Gryffindor students were stunned. Ron glared furiously at Ernie Macmillan, who had made the announcement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor McGonagall looked shocked, her face pale, while Snape's lips curved in a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Heh~\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scoreboard locked in place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>180 to 190.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That ten-point difference had come from Montague, who'd thrown the Quaffle through the hoop, breaking his nose in the process from a Bludger hit. Blood streamed steadily from his nose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one had anticipated such a dramatic turn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry had caught the Golden Snitch, yet Gryffindor had lost the match.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malfoy sat on the ground, his gaze dazed, but upon hearing the announcement, a light rekindled in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stumbling to his feet, he looked at Harry, opened his mouth as if to say something, his expression complex.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, he said, \"You beat me, but you'll never beat Slytherin.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to the law of conservation of energy, smiles don't disappear; they merely transfer to someone else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the Slytherin stands, the cheers were deafening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The players rushed to Montague, each one leaping onto him in jubilant celebration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malfoy looked momentarily forlorn, but in the next instant, he was pressed to the ground under the weight of five or six teammates celebrating on top of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We did it, Draco, we defended our honor!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You flew incredibly!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"When you dropped from the Firebolt, I was terrified.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike the last time they'd lost to Gryffindor, this time Malfoy was buried under cheers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes.. we .. we won,\" Malfoy murmured, slowly realizing it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A grin stretched uncontrollably across his face, growing into a triumphant laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gryffindor's king was Harry Potter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Slytherin was the king among all the houses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The new king failed to rise; Slytherin had defended its honor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We are honor!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honor to Slytherin!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore was responsible for the award ceremony. This was Slytherin's eighth championship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this time, a complex look flashed in Dumbledore's eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He watched the boy standing and cheering with the others, the one who had forged Slytherin from sand into a green glass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he would be Slytherin's king.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John Wick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>__________\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Read 12 Chapters ahead:\u003C\u002Fp>",1537,"2026-06-06T11:45:53.361Z",1,"novelbin.me","d5d9c4d1060d0f1a4669ed25db5155a03c6c6b754b340f5180f8b740d9a55e9c","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-159","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-157",577,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-john-wick-cover.jpg"]