[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-hogwarts-john-wick":3,"chapter-hogwarts-john-wick-hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-260":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},1646044,2109,"260: Arabella Figg And Letter from the Ministry","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-260",260,"\u003Cp>Harry swore he'd never felt this strong before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dudley, that big fat lump, was practically draped over half his body, putting all his weight on him—Harry's teeth were chattering from the strain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't like Dudley, sure, but not to the extent of just watching him die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That creepy black thread from earlier had made his whole body feel off—like it was pulling him into an endless abyss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fear that came straight from the soul surged through him, and it was unbearable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then, heavy footsteps came thundering toward them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Startled, Harry instinctively raised his wand, spinning to face the direction of the sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The motion jerked Dudley upright, who promptly landed on his backside with a thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry thought the person from the shadows was coming out—but the reality was far more unexpected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Mrs. Figg, the eccentric old neighbor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She appeared before them, gasping for breath, her salt-and-pepper hair spilling out of a hairnet, and a mesh bag clinking loudly from her wrist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry instinctively tried to hide his wand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don't bother hiding it, you silly boy!\" Mrs. Figg screeched. \"What if there are more of them nearby? Oh, IswearI'm going to kill Mundungus Fletcher!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What?\" Harry asked in confusion—he had no idea who Mundungus Fletcher even was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he'd ever been to Knockturn Alley, then maybe he would've known.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That guy who'd haggle over a single Knut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He left!\" Mrs. Figg said furiously. \"He said hefelta gaze that scared him. That coward ran off from just a hunch! Unbelievable.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And now, Dementors! Good thing I had Tibbles keep watch and report to me. Oh, we don't have time to stand around, Harry—we've got to get you back right away. IswearI'm going to kill Mundungus Fletcher!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But…\" Harry trailed off. The strange cat-loving Mrs. Figg knowing about Dementors? That surprised him almost as much as the Dementors themselves. \"You're a witch?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry suddenly remembered the black threads from before. With suspicion, he asked, \"Was that you just now?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'm a Squib. Mundungus knows all about this stuff—how couldIpossibly help chase off Dementors?\" Mrs. Figg shook her head. \"He ran off on his own, left you completely unprotected. I even warned him beforehand!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So this Mundungus has been following me all this time? Wait, Apparition?\" Harry recalled the loud bang from earlier and immediately connected the dots.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Exactly! Thank goodness I had Tibbles hiding under a car. And thank Merlin John Wick didn't fatten him up too much,\" Mrs. Figg screeched. \"But by the time I got to your house, you'd already gone! Oh, what's Dumbledore going to say?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She grumbled as she turned to tell Dudley to get up already.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You know Dumbledore?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry hadn't expected Mrs. Figg to know Dumbledore. In his shock, he instinctively glossed over the mention of John.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Of course I know Dumbledore—who doesn't know Dumbledore?\" Mrs. Figg said. \"Now hurry up and get moving. Iftheycome back, there's nothing I can do.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She urged Harry to leave quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry was still spooked by those black threads. Dragging Dudley along, he hurried back toward Privet Drive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the way, Mrs. Figg kept telling him not to put his wand away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Forget theStatute of Secrecy—they'd already used magic, so punishment was probably coming anyway. The most important thing now was staying alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry couldn't help being curious about Mrs. Figg. Out of breath, he asked, \"Why didn't you ever tell me you're a Squib? I came to your house so many times. Why didn't you say anything?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt like he didn't knowanything—not even that his neighbor was a Squib.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How much else was he still in the dark about?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mrs. Figg actually felt quite sorry for Harry. But Dumbledore had made it clear—just keep an eye on him, say nothing more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She even had to pretend to dislike Harry, afraid the Dursleys wouldn't let him visit her otherwise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the end, she was ranting again about Mundungus. \"That coward! HepromisedDumbledore he'd be on watch duty. Where the blazes did he run off to? How am I supposed to explain this to Dumbledore?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She couldn't Apparate, and now she was panicking over how to report this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry offered to let her use his owl to send word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And at the same time, he knew for sure—those black threads weren't Mrs. Figg's doing. They weren't from that Mundungus guy either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So then… who?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Harry was thinking about it, a sharpcracksplit the air—Mundungus had finally dared to come back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mrs. Figg nearly went for his throat right then and there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mundungus had a miserable look on his face and shouted, \"You havenoidea how terrifying that person is! If he saw me, he'd have killed me!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Dementors! Harry ran into Dementors, you useless coward!\" Mrs. Figg's net bag, filled with tins of cat food, slammed into Mundungus with a loud clatter, making him yelp in pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Eh?\" He stared in disbelief. \"Dementors? What the hell were they doing here?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shielding his head with his arms, he said, \"Well, good thing Harry's okay. You took care of them?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No… it wasn't me,\" Harry said, eyeing this newcomer—so this was Mundungus, then. He added gloomily, \"There was someone there. I don't know who.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That stopped Mrs. Figg in her tracks. She didn't even have the energy to keep hitting him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She urged Harry to head back quickly. Mundungus, pale-faced, bolted off to report to Dumbledore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When they reached Privet Drive, Mrs. Figg didn't follow Harry any further. She had to wait for further instructions, so she returned home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That left Harry, dragging Dudley, to trudge slowly toward the Dursley house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't notice that, up in the unlit attic of the Wick residence, a pair of eyes was watching him silently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Truly a treasure,\" a voice muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John stood by the window, his expression calm and distant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore really had gone all out for Harry—practically charting out every step of his life from beginning to end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A life like that—hard to say whether it was enviable or just plain pitiful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That self-important old man… does he really think he can control everything?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John glanced toward the direction Mundungus had fled, a cold smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mundungus… I've treated you well.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had always turned a blind eye to Mundungus's antics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back then, it was just to keep Dumbledore feeling reassured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now? John had no intention of letting someone plant a nail in Johnny Silverhand's Specialty Shop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over the past while, he'd already had others quietly take over much of Mundungus's responsibilities, systematically cutting him out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mundungus still thought he was being favored—he even started acting like a hands-off boss, with time to spare for Dumbledore's errands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Little did he know, he was standing just a step away from the edge of the cliff, the next gust of wind ready to send him tumbling out of Johnny Silverhand's Specialty Shop for good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I treated you well… it's a pity you don't know how to be grateful.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John really didn't understand—if Dumbledore truly cared about Mundungus, then before John came along, why had he been scraping by in poverty?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Dumbledore's influence and reputation, giving Mundungus a decent job would've been the easiest thing in the world… or maybe Mundungus just didn'tlikeworking?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John was the one who had given him everything—a comfortable house, endless Galleons, and a position of swaggering authority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All that, and it still couldn't buy Mundungus's loyalty?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Humans really are pathetic—eagerly accepting kindness, only to go scurrying back the moment Dumbledore so much as beckons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If he doesn't want it, then fine. Let him go.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John watched as an owl flew toward the Dursley house—it seemed like things were about to get interesting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry had used quite a bit of magic outside of school. John was quite curious to see how Dumbledore planned to protect him this time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a flicker of thought, John's figure gradually faded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had cast a Disillusionment Charm, intent on witnessing the commotion at the Dursleys' firsthand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the Dursley residence—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the couple saw their son looking so sickly and weak, they were immediately thrown into a panic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vernon's usual attempt at good temper snapped. He roared furiously at Harry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What did you do to my son?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all that groveling, he thought things had finally settled down—only for Harry to end up hurting Dudley.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I didn't do anything,\" Harry replied, looking at his now-unmasked Uncle Vernon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two of them quickly fell into another argument—and right in the middle of it, an owl swooped in through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It dropped a large parchment envelope at Harry's feet, then turned with graceful indifference and flew away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry tore open the envelope, and when he read the letter inside, he froze completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dear Mr. Potter,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We have received intelligence that at 9:23 this evening, in a Muggle-inhabited area and in the presence of a Muggle, you performed a Patronus Charm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This constitutes a serious breach of the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery, and as such, you have been expelled from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A representative from the Ministry of Magic will soon arrive at your residence to destroy your wand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>___________\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Read 12 Chaps ahead:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Patreon: Dragonel\u003C\u002Fp>",1540,"2026-06-06T11:45:53.361Z",1,"novelbin.me","03f06a897f4d155faf2ea216b3ea365857280ebe8dc06216a561a5e9c8775396","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-261","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-259",577,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-john-wick-cover.jpg"]