[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-hogwarts-john-wick":3,"chapter-hogwarts-john-wick-hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-271":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},1646055,2109,"271: The Golden Cup and the Horcrux","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-271",271,"\u003Cp>John stepped into the Lestrange family vault and dismissed the goblin who had brought him there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't touch any of the treasure recklessly. Ancient families usually set up anti-theft measures, such as curses or enchantments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Raising his right hand, a silver ring extended to cover his entire forearm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John picked up a silver goblet and examined it for a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hmm.. There's a curse on this. Just touching it would set it off.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, John had the foresight to be cautious. His eyes turned into vertical pupils, allowing him to see the magical traces on the goblet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fiendfyre Curse and a Duplication Curse.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After identifying the enchantments, he curled his index finger and tapped the goblet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The magic on it deflated like a leaking balloon and completely dissipated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Casually setting the exquisite silver goblet back down, he continued exploring the vault.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ancient Lestrange family had collected a great number of treasures—they were like magpies, fond of anything shiny.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gold chains, gold goblets, silver cups, crystals, pelts and horns from various magical creatures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In here, Galleons were practically the least valuable item. John strolled through as if it were his own warehouse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Standing before a shiny suit of armor made by goblins, John stroked his chin. \"This size… looks like it was made for a troll. But if it's for Hagrid, I guess it could work too.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John's silver hand brushed over the armor, and the enchantments on it vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stuffed the armor into his small handbag, thinking it might make a good gift for Hagrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just imagine it—Hagrid's size paired with this armor, and you'd have a mobile tank fortress on legs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Taking down the fake Sword of Gryffindor, John dispelled its enchantments and examined it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Goblin craftsmanship, but the details fall a bit short. It lacks the true Sword of Gryffindor's unparalleled sharpness.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He flicked it with a finger. The ringing sound lacked the crisp clarity of the real sword—it had a dull undertone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Made of mithril, embedded with gemstones. If I sold it, it'd easily fetch over 5,000 Galleons.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smiling slightly, John shoved the sword into his handbag. Might as well take it—waste not, want not.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Continuing through the vault, he found several other valuable magical artifacts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These magical items had lasted for hundreds of years, clear signs they were the work of master alchemists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, John's gaze locked onto a golden cup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This cup was smaller than the others and much more refined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that wasn't the point. The key detail was the mark John saw on it—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The emblem of Hufflepuff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hufflepuff's artifact?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a thought, John took down the cup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His silver hand stroked over it as he muttered to himself, \"No enchantments on this?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He examined it closely, trying to find something unusual about the cup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At last, he discovered it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His expression grew unusually serious and strange. \"A Horcrux?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Didn't expect a surprise bonus. John looked at the cup, a smile curling on his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hufflepuff's Cup... Voldemort, your ambition really knew no bounds.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He recalled what he'd read inA History of Hogwarts—records of the four founders' heirlooms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sword of Gryffindor, Slytherin's Locket, Ravenclaw's Diadem, and Hufflepuff's Cup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Voldemort, ever arrogant, had used the founders' relics as Horcruxes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now that he thought about it, aside from Gryffindor's sword, the rest really were Horcruxes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Add in the Locket... the Diadem must be one too.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke to himself, a low hissing whisper sounded in his ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Parseltongue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Voldemort's Horcrux was still trying to influence him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John glanced at it, then casually stuffed Hufflepuff's Cup into his pocket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Opening his small satchel, John began his looting spree.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything he could take, he stuffed in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the blink of an eye, half the vault was empty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other half? Either it wasn't worth the trouble or John simply couldn't be bothered to haul it out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I actually have an idea.\" Narrowing his eyes at the remaining treasure, a cold smile played on John's lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He summoned the goblin. The goblin froze for a moment at the sight of the half-empty vault.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shrieked, \"How did you take so much?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What, I need your permission to take money from my own vault?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John shot the goblin a cold glance, and a wave of pressure descended on him, making terror flash across the goblin's face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No businessman liked goblins. They were far too greedy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John had the goblin close the vault door, and they left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he walked out of Gringotts, John glanced back at the goblin and asked, \"I almost forgot—what's your name?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ragnok, Mr. Lestrange.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragnok watched the man who claimed to be a descendant of the Lestrange family walk away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the makeup on his face was removed, John put on his silver mask.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd made quite the haul today. Since the Lestrange family was so generous, John didn't mind returning the favor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Get me the materials and start recruiting alchemists. The bar's not high—just need ones who can make explosives.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John smiled faintly. Hopefully, the Lestranges would enjoy the gift he was preparing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps a vault full of explosive Galleons would bring them great joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tommy knew John had his own plans and didn't pry further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Did George and Fred pick a location?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Glancing at the report Tommy had brought, John saw that under Silverhand's angel investment division, the Weasley twins had already selected a spot to open their joke shop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Send someone to investigate. Those two may be full of tricks, but the fact they got scammed by Ludo still raises concerns.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just thinking about how the twins got swindled during the Quidditch World Cup made John doubt their business sense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He admired them, sure—but he wasn't running a charity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silverhand Angel Investment had its own dedicated evaluation team—people John had poached from other companies at great expense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Combining factors like location and product popularity, the team would assess and rate each venture's potential.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After finishing with those matters, John casually asked, \"Did Mundungus bring the money?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tommy shook his head. \"Not yet. But all the wizards he's close with have already been tapped. I heard he's even considering stealing cauldrons.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Heh~ Foolish man,\" John sneered. \"Tomorrow's his deadline. If he can't come up with the money, we'll make him pay another way.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We won't let him think he can escape. I'll find him no matter what.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John already knew Mundungus wouldn't be able to scrape it together. As a representative of Johnny Silverhand's specialty store, the guy had been riding high for too long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd offended nearly everyone he could.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one wanted to lend him money anymore, and even fewer were willing to cross Johnny Silverhand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When John left the Johnny Silverhand shop, the sun was already starting to set.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He apparated home, a book on theFidelius Charmin hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as he approached his front door, he noticed a crowd had gathered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They looked casual, but each of them had something bulky under their jackets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John stepped forward. A tall man tried to stop him, but another long-haired, pale-skinned man quickly intervened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Young Master Wick,\" the long-haired man said respectfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John asked, \"And you are?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Young Master, we're Mr. Wick's subordinates,\" the man explained while signaling the others to tone it down a bit, as if afraid they'd scare John.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Subordinates?\" John thought of his father's current identity. Wasn't he always against bringing these people home?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back inside the house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John saw his father in the middle of explaining things to Mrs. Wick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What did you promise me? Are you seriously starting to see yourself as one of those underground bosses?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Just hear me out, dear. I didn't want to either, but that black-haired man might come looking for me again.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That wizard? And just because of one person, you brought thirty armed men to surround the house?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I didn't want to, but I was scared he'd hurt you… hurt John.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Standing quietly in the doorway, John listened to the whole exchange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes grew cold and sharp. So that's how it was—there was a wizard out there trying to harm his family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who was it?\" His voice was colder than ever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The arguing couple froze. A flash of panic flickered in Mrs. Wick's eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watson stiffly turned his head toward his son.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John remained calm and asked, \"Why would that wizard do such a thing? Where is he now?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"John…\" Watson tried to defuse the tension, maybe by cracking a joke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tell me.\" A storm brewed in John's eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watson muttered, \"I really don't feel like much of a father right now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faced with his son's questioning, he had no choice but to answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hmm.. Grimmauld Place?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John finally pieced everything together and took a deep breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Watson had only been targeted with a Memory Charm because he happened to witness a wizard in action.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And here John had been imagining some kind of blood feud or revenge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What's that wizard's name?\" John recalled hearing a few hints in the storyWatson the Car God... It seemed the man had been engaged in some kind of organized activity, and Watson had heard his name mentioned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watson thought for a moment and said, \"I think the other wizard called him… Sirius Black?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>___________\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Read 12 Chaps ahead:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Patreon: Dragonel\u003C\u002Fp>",1548,"2026-06-06T11:45:53.361Z",1,"novelbin.me","f1669b0072e8a97e82c20206ddb29a569c1aac6060af04fd4abb1bf119fe73b3","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-272","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-270",577,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-john-wick-cover.jpg"]