[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-hogwarts-john-wick":3,"chapter-hogwarts-john-wick-hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-17":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},1645851,2109,"17: Quidditch Matches and Conspiracies","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-17",17,"\u003Cp>Unicorn?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In John's mind, he envisioned a white horse with a spiraled horn on its head. Unicorns were symbols of purity and also a protected species.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon hearing the cry, Hagrid rushed in that direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite his large size, Hagrid moved very fast. The big guy was so emotional that even John's trained physique struggled to keep up with Hagrid's natural advantage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When they reached a clearing near a water source in the forest, they found the unicorn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The beautiful creature was lying there, emitting mournful cries. A horrifying wound marred its body, and silvery, mercury-like blood flowed continuously from the gash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Approach cautiously,\" Hagrid warned. He gripped his crossbow tightly, ready to shoot at any sign of danger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They carefully moved closer to the unicorn, and upon seeing its dire condition, Hagrid's heart sank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh no,\" he murmured, kneeling to try to help the unicorn. But the injury was too severe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No one would harm a unicorn, except for those reckless enough to risk their lives,\" Hagrid said, his voice heavy with sorrow. The wound was beyond saving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John's heart sank as well. Unicorns were creatures of purity, and even the beings in the Forbidden Forest would not harm them. One name flashed in his mind: Quirrell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Quirrell's nightly departures from Hogwarts were peculiar, and now a unicorn had been attacked. It was hard to believe Quirrell wasn't involved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"John, let's bury her,\" Hagrid said solemnly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Together, they stayed with the unicorn during its final moments. The creature gradually lost its life force, and its eyes became dull as it collapsed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They buried the unicorn in the Forbidden Forest, and Hagrid was in a somber mood the entire way back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John understood Hagrid's feelings. Hagrid loved magical creatures, and seeing a unicorn die before his eyes must have been heartbreaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hagrid, cheer up. We need to stay strong,\" John said, trying to lift Hagrid's spirits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back in Hagrid's hut, John tasted rock cakes for the first time. The cakes were nearly inedible, but Hagrid's mood began to improve after John's comforting words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That definitely wasn't an ordinary incident. We need to prevent it from happening again,\" John said, knowing that there would be a second attack, and he wanted to warn Hagrid in advance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hagrid straightened up, \"You're right, John. We have to protect those little darlings.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Little darlings?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John thought only Hagrid would refer to the creatures in the Forbidden Forest that way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After their patrol, John fed Fang some dog food. Instead of heading back to the common room, he made his way to the library on the forth floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Navigating expertly to the Restricted Section, John found a book on Occlumency. The sense of impending danger was growing, making Occlumency an urgent priority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He headed to the Room of Requirement to study. After a night of effort, he finally managed to reach Level 1 in Occlumency by activating his study mode blessing [Acadamic Scholar].\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the day of the Quidditch match, John was in the Great Hall, eating toast. Hermione was nearby, fussing over Harry like an older sister.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don't want to eat anything,\" Harry said, shaking his head and refusing Hermione's offer. He was very nervous, his legs trembling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This feeling was terrible. More than falling off his broomstick, he feared losing the game in front of everyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don't be nervous, Harry. Just do your best.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John took a sip of water and smiled at Harry, \"If you catch up to the Golden Snitch but don't have the strength to grab it, that would be bad. Getting hit by a Bludger would be worse—you'd have to spend time in the hospital wing.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry saw the logic in that and reluctantly took a few bites of toast. He definitely didn't want Madam Pomfrey nagging him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hogwarts' resident explosion expert, Seamus Finnigan, asked John curiously, \"John, are you going to watch the match too? See us thrash Slytherin?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Uh... I am in Slytherin.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sorry, I didn't mean it like that.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seamus hurriedly explained, and John waved it off, indicating he understood. For some reason, the Gryffindors often treated John as one of their own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Draco Malfoy approached, flanked by his usual cronies. He scowled upon seeing the Gryffindors and Harry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wick, I'll take you to the Quidditch pitch. You probably don't know where it is,\" he said with a condescending tone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John, realizing he needed to cheer for Slytherin anyway, decided to go along.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After they left, Ron gaped in disbelief, finally exclaiming, \"Did I just see that? Malfoy invited John!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry was equally astonished. \"I'd like to say you were mistaken, but I saw it too.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seamus leaned into a conspiracy theory, confidently saying, \"John must have used a Confundus Charm on Malfoy.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione, thinking the Gryffindors were overreacting, wrinkled her nose and said, \"John has always done well. He's earned almost two hundred points for Slytherin.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Done well?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Gryffindor lions looked at each other in confusion. Beating up Malfoy on the first day—was that considered good behavior?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were bewildered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Quidditch, undoubtedly the most popular sport in the wizarding world, almost made it impossible for John to find a spot in the vast stadium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"See? Only I can find such a great spot,\" Malfoy boasted, as if it wasn't John who had just saved him from nearly falling down the stairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Goyle and Crabbe were clearing the way in front, securing them an excellent vantage point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stands were distinctly divided into two camps: one side decked out in Gryffindor red, the other in Slytherin green.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The match hadn't even started yet, but the spectators were already close to clashing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Madam Hooch's silver whistle, the Quidditch match officially began.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The commentator was Gryffindor's Lee Jordan, with Professor McGonagall, a die-hard Quidditch fan, beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Gryffindor scored, he nearly jumped with joy, but when Slytherin scored, his commentary was brief and unenthusiastic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John couldn't help but scoff at the blatant bias, amazed that no one else seemed to find it odd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the first goal, John spotted Hagrid pushing his way through the crowd on the opposite side, a red wave around him. Next to him, Ron and Hermione looked like two small dolls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Apparently, every person in the wizarding world found it hard to resist the allure of Quidditch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The match was intense, primarily because of the frequent fouls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John had heard at least five or six angry shouts from the audience calling out fouls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unfortunately, Quidditch wasn't like soccer; there were no red cards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, John noticed Harry's broomstick behaving erratically, jerking up and down wildly as if it had been enchanted with a rogue spell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He instinctively glanced at Malfoy, who was gleefully watching his nemesis, Potter, suffer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Of course, Malfoy doesn't have that kind of power,\" John muttered, though Malfoy didn't catch his words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a while, Harry's broom finally stabilized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John noticed that his own head of house's robe was on fire. Snape, in an effort to extinguish it, had inadvertently elbowed Quirrell in the face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That must hurt.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unexpectedly, his head of house had some skills; the elbow strike nearly knocked Quirrell out cold. John saw Quirrell's head slam into the seat behind him, rendering him dazed for at least a few minutes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With his broom under control, Harry spotted the Golden Snitch and swiftly chased it, diving toward the ground before crashing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People saw him clutch his mouth and then spit out the Golden Snitch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lee Jordan immediately announced that Harry had caught the Golden Snitch, ending the game.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a score of 170 to 60, Gryffindor won the match.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John felt a pang of regret and remarked, \"We're missing a really good Seeker.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Harry's superb flying skills and the aid of his Nimbus 2000, the Slytherin Seeker looked like a block of wood in comparison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malfoy nodded in agreement, but then realized when he had become so friendly with John Wick and quickly left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, Malfoy planted a seed of determination in his heart: he must become the Slytherin Seeker and thoroughly beat Potter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John found the situation with Harry's out-of-control broomstick suspicious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for whether his own head of house was involved, John could only say that Snape was fiercely loyal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, the lovesick Snape would never harm Lily's child. John even suspected that if Harry had been a girl, Snape might have taken up a nurturing role instead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a man who dared to betray Voldemort for the woman he secretly loved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Forget about that big dog, forget what it's guarding. That's between Professor Dumbledore and Nicolas Flamel...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah-ha, so it involves someone named Nicolas Flamel, does it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hagrid's frustrated and angry voice was followed by Harry's inquisitive tone, sensing he had discovered something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After watching the match, John stood at the door, pondering whether he should go in now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Glancing at the dog food he had brought, he figured he could wait, but the greedy Fang likely couldn't.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He already heard Fang drooling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How this big dog became loyal to him over Tom's dog food was a mystery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Knocking on the door and entering, John saw an angry and frustrated Hagrid sulking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The trio was also there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh, and there were rock cakes on the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'I hope Hermione's dentist father could fix their teeth.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>_____\u003C\u002Fp>",1554,"2026-06-06T11:45:53.053Z",1,"novelbin.me","8ea292affb455f3298c007f0c2402dc0a84b5b9d187d2c733d7e6b71b176d7ce","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-18","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-16",577,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-john-wick-cover.jpg"]