[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-hogwarts-john-wick":3,"chapter-hogwarts-john-wick-hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-232":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},1646316,2109,"232: The Mystery of the Ancient Dragon","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-232",232,"\u003Cp>John and the black dragon locked eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neither of them spoke, and the atmosphere gradually grew awkward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the Welsh Green, who had been diligently climbing, finally made it up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had a sense of triumph, as if all its struggles had finally paid off. Just as it was about to let out a victorious roar to release its emotions, it saw John staring directly at it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Welsh Green hesitated and took a step back in fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that single step...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oww—!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It missed its footing and slipped, tumbling straight down from Dragon's Homeland.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John: \"...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Romanian Longhorn: \"...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pfft~!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neither of them had expected the Welsh Green to be that cowardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After this unexpected event, the tense atmosphere eased a little.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Romanian Longhorn finally spoke, \"I am the Elder guarding Dragon's Homeland—Thunder-Piercing Spear.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John's breath hitched. \"…?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is that name for real?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What was with this suffocatingly dramatic and ridiculously over-the-top name?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was almost as unreasonable as \"Amoham.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the expression on Thunder-Piercing Spear's face, it seemed quite satisfied with its own name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After confirming that no other dragons had made it up, Thunder-Piercing Spear spoke: \"You have ascended to Dragon's Homeland. As per tradition, I will take you to the Dragon Grounds to obtain your name.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dragon Grounds?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John remained silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amohan had mentioned this place before—it was a site within Dragon's Homeland, somewhat like an altar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was also a graveyard for dragons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But John remembered—wasn't the elder supposed to bestow the name?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hint of doubt flashed in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thunder-Piercing Spear didn't offer much explanation. It simply led John toward the peak of Dragon's Homeland.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the mountaintop, there was a cave—the location of the Dragon Grounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment John stepped inside, he felt his body suddenly lighten.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The oppressive pressure of Dragon's Homeland vanished instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before his eyes, countless silver threads floated in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All of them drifted toward a single point—a round stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That stone seemed to have been placed there for thousands of years, almost fused with the stone platform beneath it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The surface of the round stone was smooth and polished, as if it had been meticulously refined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that seemed impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John narrowed his eyes.Dragons shouldn't be capable of such a thing, right?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were masters of destruction—it would take them less than half a day to raze an entire town.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But getting them to polish a stone so flawlessly, without a single dent or scratch? That was like asking a troll to take college entrance exams.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah.. Are these… souls?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He locked his gaze on the silver threads—each one was a fragment of a soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thunder-Piercing Spear, having escorted him to this place, turned to leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John was dumbfounded. He quickly called out, \"How am I supposed to get my name?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had come here with a mission—he had endured all the trials, fought his way through, yet he still hadn't obtained a name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thunder-Piercing Spear seemed to think for a moment before answering seriously, \"That depends on your own efforts.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What the fuck..?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the most patient dragon would curse at this point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After struggling through a blood-soaked path to get here, the grand reward was… \"figure it out yourself\"?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Dumbledore wouldn't mess with people this badly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John took a deep breath, calming himself down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped into the Dragon Grounds. The space inside was enormous—despite his current height of 55 feet, he could move freely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This must be some kind of magic, similar to the Undetectable Extension Charm.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John, well-versed in various magical phenomena, quickly deduced that enchantments had been used here. He was a little surprised—so fire dragons knew more than just breathing fire?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Proceeding cautiously, he watched as the silver threads floated before him. John reached out to touch one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, a force yanked him away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This sensation was all too familiar—exactly like when he had encountered Nagini.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under this mysterious pull, his transformation was undone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He found himself in a new space—desolate, silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Darkness stretched endlessly in every direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John looked down at his hands, now human once more. A cold sweat dripped down his forehead—this was the first time external magic had forcibly dispelled his transformation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the distance, he saw a small mountain. Raising his wand, he flicked it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Super Lumos Maxima!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A bright orb shot into the sky, exploding with radiance like a miniature sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only now did he realize—those weren't small mountains at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were dragons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everywhere he looked, there were skeletal remains and lifeless dragon corpses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This seems far more complicated than I thought.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John observed the dragon carcasses. They showed no signs of life—some had been here so long that only bones remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gripping his wand tightly, he moved forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath his feet was a smooth, flat surface. Ahead, a staircase led downward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood on a platform shaped like a small mountain, and as he descended, the sheer size of the dragon corpses became even more apparent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The smallest among them was at least 50 feet long. He even spotted a dragon whose skeletal remains alone stretched 100 feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such a size had never been recorded in the wizarding world—it would completely redefine the known limits of dragons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The path through the sea of dragon corpses was intentionally left clear, as if guiding those who came after.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With each step, John noticed ancient magical markings on some of the dragons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These inscriptions spoke of a history buried in time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He followed the path until he arrived at a mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John stopped in his tracks, his expression more serious than ever before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That's not a mountain.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As John spoke, he felt a dull ache in his molars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That \"mountain\" was a dragon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dragon as massive as a mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And most importantly—it moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pebbles on the ground trembled and bounced wildly. John steadied himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, a pair of colossal eyes came into view.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old and clouded, those eyes were devoid of any light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You have arrived.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment, the silver dragon seemed dazed. Its voice, deep and aged, sent another wave of vibrations through the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the voice of an ancient being, making John wonder just how long this dragon had lived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"1,007 years.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if reading his thoughts, the silver dragon spoke again.\"I have been waiting for you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You know me?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John was stunned. This old dragon seemed to possess some kind of mind-reading magic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My name is Heimdall—Gatekeeper Dragon, Observer of the Future, Sage of the Dragon's Homeland.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike ordinary dragons, Heimdall's feathered wings stirred lightly, yet the force they generated sent dust and debris flying around John.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John didn't make a move because he could see that Heimdall had no intention of attacking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't until Heimdall took flight that John realized there was no path behind him—only a cliff, plunging into an abyss as deep as the void itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That is the final resting place of the ancient dragons.\" Heimdall spoke. \"The ancient dragons come here to die.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"When an ancient dragon perishes, a Dragon King is born among the dragons every hundred years.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It has now been a thousand years.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Once, someone with the same origins as you came to the Valley of Breath's End. He taught me the art of prophecy, and through those prophecies, I saw your arrival.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Heimdall landed, the dust and moss covering its massive body vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It turned its gaze toward the path John had taken. \"Those buried here were all once hopeful contenders for the throne.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"These dragons were either powerful or intelligent, but without exception, they were all slain by those stronger than them.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John hesitated before asking, \"What do you want me to do?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew Heimdall wouldn't be telling him all this for no reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for the \"King\" Heimdall spoke of, John didn't even consider himself as a possibility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how much he resembled a dragon, he was, in the end, still human.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So instinctively, John felt that Heimdall wanted him to accomplish something for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just like the wizard Heimdall had encountered before—most likely, the two had struck some sort of deal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, John was curious about what Heimdall had seen in his prophecies—what kind of \"him\" had been foretold?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lowering his head, John felt Heimdall's breath blow against his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I hope you will pass this final trial.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John didn't quite understand Heimdall's words.The final trial?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where was there another trial?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly—Oh.. shit..\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John's gaze fell upon the abyss, its depths unseen. He forced a chuckle. \"The trial you're talking about… it's not jumping down there, is it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He half-joked, but Heimdall gave a slow, deliberate nod.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John's heart sank, and he fell silent for a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Have you ever gone down there yourself?\" John asked Heimdall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heimdall gave a slight shake of his head, his voice tinged with sorrow. \"Once, the dragon I cherished most entered that place… and never came back.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No one knows what's down there.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You don't even know what's down there, and you want me to go?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John's eyebrows twisted together—he was so annoyed that he actually laughed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did they really think he was an idiot? It wasn't like he absolutely had to do them this favor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took two steps back, ready to turn and leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Ding! Challenge quest triggered: Enter the abyss. Rewards: +2 to any stat, Blessing: Unknown.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A journey with two unknowns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>System, if you're going to play like this, you're making things really difficult for me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John let out a sigh. This system was getting out of hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>________________\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Read 12 Chapters ahead:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Patreon: Dragonel\u003C\u002Fp>",1604,"2026-06-06T11:45:53.361Z",1,"novelbin.me","50aa33637ccb958ec0bf010e7a19e0724263213c099e4c7a6246074073183cc7","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-233","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-231",577,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-john-wick-cover.jpg"]