[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-hogwarts-john-wick":3,"chapter-hogwarts-john-wick-hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-217":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},1646301,2109,"217: Awakening and the Price","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-217",217,"\u003Cp>The Longbottoms had awakened. Their eyes held a trace of confusion, as if unsure how they had ended up here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"N-Neville?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mr. Longbottom spotted Neville. Although, on the year of the incident, Neville had still been very young…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his mind, however, he retained the blurry images of Neville visiting him year after year. That hazy state of mind faded away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He called out softly, cautiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Afraid that if he spoke too loudly, this dream would shatter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neville stared at them in disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had imagined this moment countless times—his parents waking up and calling his name just as they did now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tears streamed down his face. \"..Dad, ...Mom.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mrs. Longbottom had also fully regained consciousness. They rose from the collapsed bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hand, which had been gripping Mr. Longbottom's wrist tightly, slipped away powerlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sight of it made Neville freeze in place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"John!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Percy rushed forward, trying to wake John up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Longbottoms looked at the young man collapsed on the ground, and in their minds, his image began to take shape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It was him?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mr. Longbottom exchanged a glance with his wife. During their long period of confusion, they had heard a voice guiding them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the owner of that voice—was John.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mrs. Longbottom's heart tightened. She asked worriedly, \"What happened to him?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neville's face was deathly pale as he replied, \"John is the one who cured you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But… something had happened to John.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mr. Longbottom didn't fully understand what had transpired, but he knew that if he had been cured, then his son and his friends must have put in an immense effort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his fragmented memories, he recalled how countless doctors and scholars had come to the hospital, all unable to do anything about their condition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Dumbledore had been powerless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, seeing John unconscious, the joy of their family's reunion felt muted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neville took after his father in appearance but was much more like his mother in temperament.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mrs. Longbottom, overcome with guilt, began to weep. They were unable to do anything to help.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Percy, in a panic, fumbled through various potions. His hands trembled, and a vial slipped from his grasp, shattering on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn it! Damn it! Fuck! What the fuck are we supposed to do!!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Percy cursed repeatedly, a stark contrast to his usual composed image.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Frantically kneeling on the ground, he fumbled around, picking up one potion bottle after another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"John, wake up!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One by one, he poured the potions down John's throat—potions John had prepared in anticipation of something going wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even after the last bottle was emptied, John still didn't wake up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No... this can't be..\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Percy's heart sank. He collapsed onto the floor, completely devastated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neville couldn't hold it in anymore—he broke down into loud sobs, his cries echoing through the Shrieking Shack, filling the space with sorrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mr. Longbottom, however, remained relatively calm. He gripped his wife's hand and said, \"This is Hogwarts, isn't it? We can ask Dumbledore for help.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That sentence was like a ray of hope. Percy immediately moved to call for assistance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wait...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A weak voice spoke up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Percy froze, thinking he was hallucinating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned back to see John, eyes open, struggling to speak. \"Don't ..call Dumbledore. T.. take me back.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"John, you're awake!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neville lunged forward, gripping John's shoulders tightly, his voice choked with guilt. \"It's all my fault. It's all my fault.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's not your fault, Neville.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John sucked in a sharp breath—when did Neville get so strong?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, he managed a weak smile. \"We're friends, aren't we?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John took a deep breath and looked at Percy. \"Percy, take the Longbottoms to Hogsmeade. There's someone there who will escort them away. Don't alert anyone.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though worry still clouded Percy's face, he nodded at John's words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He then helped the newly awakened Longbottom couple leave, explaining the situation to them as they went.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John had no intention of meeting Dumbledore—especially not in his current condition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Neville, take me to the secret chamber. Be careful.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neville nodded vigorously and carefully lifted John onto his back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The passage under the Whomping Willow was narrow, forcing Neville to stoop as he carried John through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When they returned to the castle, Neville avoided drawing any attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He entered the Chamber and gently set John down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Go back,\" John said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing that Neville had no intention of leaving, John waved him off. \"Don't attract suspicion.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'll wait here for you.\" Neville's expression was firm, afraid that something might happen to John if he left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John couldn't help but chuckle. He reassured Neville that he was fine—besides, if Gryffindor students noticed Neville missing,thatwould cause real trouble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After several rounds of urging, Neville finally relented and left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the door to the Chamber closed, John braced himself against a table and struggled to stand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ugh.. Neville really didn't hold back.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lingering pain made John inhale sharply. There was no physical injury, but the sensation was far from pleasant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I almost got lost in there… good thing I left a marker.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John glanced at the silver ring on his right hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A tiny barb on the ring had embedded itself into his finger, sending continuous jolts of pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was thanks to this connection that John managed to find his way out of that blinding white light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Checking his own condition, he frowned. There was no damage to his soul this time, but a period of physical weakness was inevitable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tapped the armrest of a chair. The entire chair immediately tipped backward and transformed into a comfortable bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mental magic was more terrifying than the Imperius Curse—it could subtly influence people's habits without them even realizing it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lying down, John's mind was suddenly flooded with memories.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were of the Longbottoms being tortured—of that madwoman of a Death Eater. A name surfaced in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bellatrix Lestrange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They tortured the Longbottoms… but it looks like Barty Jr. wasn't there.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That agonizing memory was the reason the Longbottoms had ended up in such a state. And because John had been in contact with the memories, he had inherited those memories as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Barty Crouch Jr. had been convicted, one of the charges being his role in the torture of the Auror couple, Frank and Alice Longbottom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although Barty Jr. had pleaded his case, Barty Sr. refused to believe him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Maybe he was just an unlucky scapegoat—but who cares?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rubbing his sore temples, John processed the memories flooding his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lestrange family was one of the Sacred Twenty-Eight, but their bloodline was dwindling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They hadn't met a good end—those who remained were all rotting in Azkaban.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Death Eaters, huh? Since they're so unwavering in their loyalty, eliminating this problem ahead of time seems like a necessary move.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From Frank Longbottom's memories, John could see just how fanatically devoted the Lestranges were to Voldemort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even after his downfall, they had recklessly kidnapped the Longbottoms, desperate to extract information about their master's whereabouts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John knew Voldemort would eventually return, and if these diehard followers were freed, they would become a major threat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since that was the case, he might as well strike first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Once Barty Sr. rises to power, I'll have him issue an order for the immediate execution of all Death Eaters.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cold glint flashed in John's eyes. Then, he recalled the Sacred Twenty-Eight records he had gathered, particularly those on the Lestrange family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This family had originated in France, but only the British branch remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some families kept their wealth hidden in their homes, but most stored it in Gringotts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lestranges were probably no different—letting all that accumulated wealth gather dust in Gringotts was a waste.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heh~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would be better off in his hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Even if you lot manage to get out, how do you plan to survive without money?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before that, John needed to find a way to get something from the Lestrange family's descendants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That wouldn't be too difficult for him—after all, Piers was the head of the Auror Office. Arranging a visit to Azkaban wouldn't be much of a hassle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With his mind set on the Lestranges, John found himself unable to sleep, kept awake by the pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He endured it for an entire night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next day, the door to the Constellation Society's Chamber swung open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daphne was the first to rush in, followed by Heinrich, then Cedric and the others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A whole crowd flooded inside, and John forced a smile onto his pale face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tears welled up in Daphne's eyes as she clung tightly to the hem of John's robe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'm not dying.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After offering Daphne a few words of reassurance, John looked up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neville was there too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daphne shot him a furious glare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alright.\" John tried to stand but stumbled slightly. He chuckled and said, \"Neville, you do realize your actions come with a price, don't you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neville's body trembled. He lifted his head and said seriously, \"John, no matter what the price is, I'm willing to accept it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John picked up the two wands Heinrich had brought back and walked toward Neville.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neville had already made up his mind—not even if John wanted to kill him would he avoid it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under everyone's watchful eyes, John placed the two wands into Neville's hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Make sure to take good care of these wands.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, he patted Neville on the shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…That was it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neville couldn't believe it. He raised his voice. \"John, I made a mistake!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John chuckled. \"Then your price is that from now on, you have to clean the Constellation Society's rooms every month.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He said lightly, \"That's already a heavy enough price, my friend.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment John said \"my friend,\" Neville's eyes turned red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tried his best not to lose composure, but his body trembled slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other members of the Constellation Society, seeing that John was alright, walked toward Neville as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They patted him on the shoulder—yet not a single one of them blamed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Malfoy passed by, he let out a dramatic shriek. \"Neville, you're not crying, are you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neville turned his head away and mumbled, \"Thank you, all of you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malfoy grinned and said, \"Did you forget what John always says? The Constellation Society helps its members no matter what. No need to say thanks—because we're friends!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>__________\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Read 12 Chapters ahead:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Patreon: Dragonel\u003C\u002Fp>",1720,"2026-06-06T11:45:53.361Z",1,"novelbin.me","3237470c69913613da3a1e528120d91b28a25d589036276a7cc9932df7cb6184","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-218","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-216",577,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-john-wick-cover.jpg"]