[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-hogwarts-john-wick":3,"chapter-hogwarts-john-wick-hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-251":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},1646035,2109,"251: Tearing off the Mask of Hypocrisy","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-251",251,"\u003Cp>Dumbledore's Office.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The door swung open seemingly on its own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silver instruments exhaled wisps of smoke, and the Sorting Hat appeared to be asleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fawkes, newly reborn in flames, lifted his head and looked around but saw no one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the desk, a drawer was pulled open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as the Time-Turner was about to be taken, a voice rang out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"John.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An old voice, carrying an undeniable authority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had returned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore, fresh from the hospital wing, looked toward that spot, weariness flashing behind the half-moon spectacles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"John, you cannot do this,\" he sighed. \"Death cannot be undone. Even if you obtain the Time-Turner, you won't be able to change what has happened.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The movement beside the desk stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, a figure appeared out of thin air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, John wasn't wearing a mask.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply stood there, silently meeting Dumbledore's gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You knew I would come?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore stepped inside, looking at John with a complicated expression. \"An obsessive pursuit will only lead you astray.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John remained silent for a long moment, his hand tightening around his wand beneath his sleeve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let it go, John.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore moved closer, speaking gently. \"Every form of magic comes at a cost.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hoped John would turn back before it was too late, before he crossed a line that would stain his soul forever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But John simply said, \"I remember you once told me I was most ...like a Slytherin.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared at Dumbledore's aged face—then suddenly laughed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don't you think that's ridiculous?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I used to trust you so much. I wanted to study under your protection, to learn properly.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John's laughter was sharp, grating, making Dumbledore gradually fall into silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But you—\" John's voice turned cold. \"You never trusted me.Never!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The final words were shouted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes were icy, as if he were looking at a stranger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mundungus—he's your man, isn't he?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John sneered coldly. \"When did you first start suspecting that Johnny Silverhand was me?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The bar,\" Dumbledore said, his expression complicated. \"The Hog's Head—it's run by my brother.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I see.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John suddenly understood. No wonder Dumbledore had seemed suspicious of him ever since his third year.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So that's why.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course—Johnny Silverhand, a well-known figure, appearing in Hogsmeade and having secret meetings would..sigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Dumbledore's intelligence, it wasn't surprising that he'd put the pieces together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh, Dumbledore, Dumbledore.\" John's face was full of mockery. \"Since you never trusted me, don't pretend to care and try to control me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You want to create a savior, manipulate others—fine, do as you please.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But don't expect me to be some obedient dog, sitting and waiting for your orders.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John showed no mercy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once, he wouldn't have dared to speak this way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But today, his state of mind was terrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath his calm exterior, madness lurked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore explained, \"John, I have never thought that way.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ahaha.. Yes, you did. Don't lie to yourself, Dumbledore. You know exactly why you withheld the Time-Turner.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John mercilessly tore apart the thin veil that had held their relationship together. Suppressing his disgust, he continued, \"In my first year, when I was threatened by Quirrell, you knew something—but you chose to test me instead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You should have trusted me, but you didn't. Instead, you chose surveillance, sending Mundungus to watch me because you saw my pursuit of magic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You were afraid I would come into contact with forbidden knowledge, so you denied me the Time-Turner that should have been mine. You never trusted me. In your eyes, Slytherins were never to be trusted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moody oppressed Slytherin students—can you honestly say you didn't know? Yet you let him do it because you wanted to see me suffer under it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You saw me as someone else—another failure under your guidance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You feared me. You feared I would become someone else. Someone far more terrifying.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tearing off the mask of hypocrisy, John remained eerily calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"John.\" Dumbledore's eyes widened at his words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not everything is within your control, Dumbledore,\" John said, his expression composed. \"Like Voldemort. Like me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You keep preaching about your justice, your passivity—but what has it led to?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Go play your Savior's game by yourself from now on. I want no part of it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John was tired.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he walked past the desk, he looked at the now discomposed old man and said flatly, \"I won't become the Dark Lord. And I won't become what you expect me to be, either.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Perhaps one day, you too will grip your wand as you are now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His words jolted Dumbledore awake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore looked down at his own hand—without realizing it, he had already tightened his grip on his wand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What frightened Dumbledore even more was the dark thoughts that had momentarily surfaced in his mind toward his student.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Loosening his grip, Dumbledore sighed. \"John, I am truly sorry—for what you have been through, and for your friend.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Heh.. There's no ..need to apologize,\" John said softly with a self-deprecating chuckle. \"You've simply made me understand—this world is a game for the strong.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, he turned and left the Headmaster's office.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether this had been Dumbledore's manipulation or not no longer mattered. He had lost a friend—a loyal friend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he passed by the Sword of Gryffindor, the blade trembled slightly, as if reluctant to let him go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John glanced at the sword that should have rightfully been his. But there was no longing in his gaze anymore—only an icy coldness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked out of the Headmaster's office, still without the Time-Turner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he knew that whatever had transpired here would never be spoken of.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore would not reveal it—John understood him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You could call Dumbledore a wise old man, but one thing about him would never change—he had a mercy he should not have.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter who it was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if that person was once Tom Riddle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At John's age, Voldemort had already dabbled in far more Dark Magic and killed innocents than John ever had.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore should have known that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But unfortunately, his misguided compassion led him to believe that Hogwarts students could change for the better.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And this was the result—Voldemort had used his time at Hogwarts to recruit followers and spread his ideology.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The seeds of the Death Eaters had first sprouted within Hogwarts itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In John's eyes, the rise of the Dark Lord was, in part, tied to Dumbledore's passive approach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But none of that mattered anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Midnight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hogwarts was bustling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Barty Crouch Sr. had not left, nor had Amelia Bones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They all remained gathered at the hospital wing, waiting for an answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An answer that would shape the future of the Ministry of Magic—and the entire wizarding world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John stepped into the Constellation Society with heavy footsteps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Standing at the doorway, he closed his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could already imagine it—the people waiting inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They, too, were waiting for news. A piece of news they refused to believe, one they could only accept if they heard it from John himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fuu...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reopened his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John pushed the door open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment it swung wide, five pairs of eyes locked onto him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daphne Greengrass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fleur Delacour.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Draco Malfoy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neville Longbottom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Percy Weasley.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They waited in silence for John to speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John walked to his usual spot but didn't sit down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, he placed a badge on the table—scarred with the marks of fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that moment, the answer was already clear in everyone's hearts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A muffled sob broke the silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Malfoy. He clenched his teeth, refusing to make a sound, but his reddened eyes brimmed with tears that he could no longer hold back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he wasn't the only one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neville was the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daphne and Fleur's eyes turned red with unshed tears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Percy, the oldest among them, barely managed to keep his emotions in check.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"John, we.. we need to know everything.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice was hoarse, heavy with sorrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John nodded silently and began to recount everything he knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the cave where the Horcrux was hidden to the dangers inside, then to the moment when they captured Peter Pettigrew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Voldemort had returned. Heinrich, in order to protect Cedric, had perished alongside the right-hand man of Voldemort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were more details—ones that only Cedric could tell them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With everything laid bare, the Constellation Society fell into silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That name made it hard for them to breathe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dark Lord—the one who had nearly conquered the entire British wizarding world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His power was as terrifying as Dumbledore's.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sense of helplessness settled over them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, Malfoy's fist slammed onto the table, shattering the silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He growled, \"We have to take revenge!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neville nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daphne and Fleur did not back down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Percy said in a grave voice, \"We need to stay calm. It's the Dark Lord we are talking about—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Heinrich is dead! Dead! Dead! He's Dead!\" Malfoy roared. \"He died because of that man—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His expression twisted in struggle before he finally gritted his teeth and shouted, \"He died at Voldemort's hands!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe once, Malfoy had admired Voldemort, having grown up surrounded by his influence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, he had only one impression of the Dark Lord—an enemy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A group of students talking about taking revenge against the Dark Lord—it sounded utterly laughable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John spoke calmly, \"We will have our revenge—when you're strong enough.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He swept his gaze over everyone and said steadily, \"So grow stronger, until we have the power to stand against those who rule over us.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Get stronger!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That belief took root in their hearts, planting the seed of vengeance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A seed that would drive them forward, pushing them to grow stronger without pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Percy looked at John, trying to read something from his expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John remained composed, but Percy knew...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wizarding world was on the brink of a storm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>_________\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Read 12 chapters ahead of everyone at\u003C\u002Fp>",1630,"2026-06-06T11:45:53.361Z",1,"novelbin.me","01378e8a0c4799f837a678b953c3063c7f79e724dc7e42781826c755e3d73c8b","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-252","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-100",577,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-john-wick-cover.jpg"]