[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-hogwarts-john-wick":3,"chapter-hogwarts-john-wick-hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-253":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},1646037,2109,"253: Reward and Hunting","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-253",253,"\u003Cp>A scruffy, overweight, balding man returned home. The tense expression he had worn all day finally eased when he saw the tiny, rundown apartment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Setting down his toolbox, he rummaged through the cabinet until he found a nearly empty bottle of tequila.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He twisted the cap off. Just as he was about to drink the last mouthful, a knock sounded at the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His nerves instantly tensed. He hurriedly grabbed the wand from the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who's there?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Carefully inching toward the door, he called out cautiously, \"Who's out there?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence. As if someone had simply knocked on the wrong door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He swallowed hard and peeked through the peephole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pitch black.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strange. Did it get dark this early today?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He squinted, trying to see more clearly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, he froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't darkness—it was the tip of a black wand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Terror spread across his face. A spark of white light flickered at the wand's tip—Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The door exploded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The powerful blast sent the man flying backward. His wand tumbled to the floor, landing by the shattered doorway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A heavy-soled leather boot crushed the fallen wand, snapping it in half.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The intruder was clad in a black trench coat, a cowboy hat pulled low over his face, and three bloody, severed fingers hanging from his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This signature look belonged to Finger Man Oakes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A notoriously ruthless dark wizard—he would sever a finger from his victims as a keepsake after killing them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three wizards had already fallen to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man's courage shattered completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Please… please spare me!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cold sweat soaked his back as he scrambled forward, crawling to Finger Man Oakes' feet, begging for his life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I swear, I'm not a Death Eater anymore!\" he sobbed, tears and snot streaming down his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oakes sneered. He pulled a short knife from his belt and sliced open the man's left sleeve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dark Mark was exposed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oakes flicked his trench coat aside, revealing the silver scythe emblem stitched inside. His lips curled mockingly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You know what this means.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The… the Star Disciples?! You joined the Star Disciples?!\" The man shrieked in terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A feverish glow appeared in Oakes' eyes as he murmured in intoxicated reverence, \"Only under His Lordship did I finally understand what true power means.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man collapsed entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had thought pleading might work, that if nothing else, he could offer up his wealth in exchange for his life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Star Disciples didn't care about that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They didn't care about anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They reveled in slaughter. They were merciless killing machines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man knew there was no escape. A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes—he was going to make a last-ditch effort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He jerked his head up, ready to strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before he could act, a wand was already pressed against his forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oakes' mocking gaze sent a chill down his spine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Shame you're not one of the elites on the list… but might as well deal with you while I'm at it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oakes pulled a parchment from his pocket, scanning a long list of names until he found the man's. Then, he read it aloud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hope Cliff—guilty of using magic to harm and rape at least three Muggles, resulting in the confirmed death of one.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Under the ruling of the Constellation Court, the Star Disciples have been authorized to carry out your execution.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oakes spoke like an official executor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After finishing his declaration, he smirked, his voice dripping with mockery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sweet dreams~ Bombarda Maxima.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hope's head exploded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flesh and blood splattered in every direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some landed on Oakes, but he remained unfazed, calmly brushing it off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With his short knife, he peeled away the intact Dark Mark from the man's left hand. Then, he severed a finger as a keepsake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a casual wave, he strolled out the door, adjusting his coat, never once looking back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blind Pig Pub.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a pub located at the junction between Knockturn Alley and Diagon Alley.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because of its unique location, it had become a gathering place for all sorts—good, bad, and everything in between.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether it was smoke from cigarettes or steam from hot food, a hazy mist lingered under the pub's dim orange lights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gloomy establishment was packed with drunken patrons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A red-nosed wizard downed a large mug of beer, glanced around, and leaned in like he had some juicy gossip to share.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hope Cliff is dead.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face showed lingering fear as he spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You lot should've seen how gruesome it was.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Cliff? Wasn't he the one running that plumbing business? How'd he end up dead all of a sudden?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A lanky wizard at the same table was visibly shocked. After all, deaths weren't exactly common these days—not like in Voldemort's time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing that he had exclusive news, the red-nosed wizard immediately puffed up with pride and declared loudly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bet you didn't know—Hope Cliff was a Death Eater!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bloody hell, and here I thought he was just some honest bloke! My wife even hired him to fix our pipes last time!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wizard wearing a green hat to his left cursed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No wonder my pipes kept clogging every other day. My wife insisted on calling him specifically—turns out he was sabotaging us!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was clearly a wizard with a story.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lanky wizard, annoyed at being interrupted, shot the green-hatted man a glare before eagerly asking,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So how did he die? Did the Aurors catch him?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If the Aurors had found him, he'd have been lucky.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The red-nosed wizard glanced at his empty glass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lanky wizard understood immediately and signaled the bartender for a full refill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The red-nosed wizard took a satisfied gulp of beer, slammed his mug onto the table, and his face darkened with fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He was found by the Star Disciples. I live right next door to him—I heard everything clearly.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Those Star Disciples are hunting down Death Eaters everywhere. They could show up anywhere at any time. Merlin's beard, if I were a Death Eater, I'd be scared to death by now—don't you think so, Benson?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Noticing the wizard across from him had turned deathly pale, the red-nosed wizard frowned in concern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey, you alright? Want me to walk you home?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"N-No, I'll head back myself.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Benson wobbled as he stood up, his legs shaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then, a man in a tailcoat suit was led into the bar by the owner of the Pub.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The suited man walked straight to the blackboard covered in bounty posters and pinned up a new one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their table was close enough to the board that the red-nosed wizard caught a glimpse of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He immediately yelled out in shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Merlin's beard! Reporting a Death Eater gets you 200 Galleons, and killing one gets you 500? That's like free money!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His outburst caught everyone's attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they read what was written on the notice, the entire bar fell into stunned silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The green-hatted wizard muttered skeptically,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That has to be fake. Who would actually do this? If they can't pay up, they'd be making fools of themselves.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as his gaze lowered and landed on the silver scythe emblem at the bottom of the notice, he shut up instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the mark of the Star Disciples.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The red-nosed wizard, still buzzing with excitement, grabbed Benson's sleeve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Benson's face turned even paler.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man in the tailcoat smiled, letting out a soft, gentlemanly chuckle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If any of you are willing to provide information and assist us, we would be most grateful—just like right now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd was confused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still smiling, the man in the tailcoat turned his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment his gaze landed on Benson, who was still being held by the red-nosed wizard, Benson's scalp went numb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Panic surged through him as he violently pried the red-nosed wizard's hand off and bolted for the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strangely, the tailcoat man didn't move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Benson was about to reach the exit—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man suddenly appeared at the doorway like a ghost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A red beam of light shot from his wand—Benson collapsed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire bar fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The red-nosed wizard was still standing there, hand frozen mid-air, as if his brain hadn't caught up yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tailcoat man casually pulled out a pouch of 200 Galleons, placed it on the table, and smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thank you for your cooperation.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The heavy clink of coins against the wooden table snapped everyone out of their stupor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All eyes darted between the two identical men standing before them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The skinny wizard's voice trembled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"T-They're Star Disciples.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The red-nosed wizard followed his gaze.. His legs gave out, and he collapsed onto the floor with a thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peeking from beneath the collars of the two men's coats—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A glint of silver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A silver scythe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were the Ashbourne twins—members of the Star Disciples.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And at that moment. The same thing was happening all across the country.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even in the most remote corners of the world, the Death Eaters were being hunted down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some were so terrified that they turned themselves in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They preferred Azkaban over being targeted by these lunatics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one knew where the Star Disciples had come from.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All they knew was that these people were once notorious Dark Wizards—and they were merciless toward Death Eaters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially those still loyal to Voldemort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were hiding for their lives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many had tried using the Dark Mark to summon their comrades—only to fall into carefully laid traps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They suffered heavy losses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The result?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even when the Dark Mark lit up again, no one dared to respond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Voldemort was furious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dark Lord himself was forced to hunt down his own Death Eaters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was humiliating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when he finally arrived at Macnair's home—Macnair was gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his place?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pile of freshly skinned human flesh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blackened Dark Marks carved from Death Eaters' corpses, carefully arranged into a message.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do you like my gift?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Voldemort had never been so humiliated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he couldn't afford to expose his weakness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had to regroup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a single flick of his wand, he obliterated the entire building.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, he Disapparated—disappearing into the night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mysterious Star Disciples continued their relentless hunt for the Death Eaters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John gently stroked the head of his black long-eared owl, Riddle, while listening to the latest battle reports.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tommy arrived to inform him, \"Old Barty had come to visit.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His intentions were crystal clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was running for Minister of Magic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John smirked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So Barty's finally starting his campaign, huh?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He closed the book in his hands, flipping it absentmindedly before muttering—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Send him a gift.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, almost to himself, he added—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I told you, I always settle my accounts.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>______\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Support and read ahead at-\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Patreon: Dragonel\u003C\u002Fp>",1780,"2026-06-06T11:45:53.361Z",1,"novelbin.me","c493ddf48056339c552aa80fd4cc39ad9c9b2ca6721d57ab5303991d56b7b8a4","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-254","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-252",577,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-john-wick-cover.jpg"]