[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-hogwarts-john-wick":3,"chapter-hogwarts-john-wick-hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-293":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},1646077,2109,"293: Playing With The Zouwu And Hagrid’s Whereabouts","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-293",293,"\u003Cp>Forbidden Forest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A huge furball dropped from the sky and landed heavily into a pit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The area around the pit was smooth, worn down by who knows how many such impacts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The massive Zouwu came crashing down from above, clutching the furball in its paws as it bounded up to John, clearly wanting to play.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John used a Summoning Charm to grab the furball and tossed it far into the distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mane on the Zouwu's neck lit up, and its body disappeared into a spatial tunnel, reappearing at the furball's landing point to catch it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back and forth they went like this, with the Zouwu growing more and more excited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John rubbed his sore arm and said helplessly, \"That's enough for today.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Purr—rr~\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Zouwu purred and nudged its head close to John.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John patted its big head, signaling he was about to leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Stop bothering the Thestrals so much. They don't even dare come near here anymore.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thestrals lived in the Forbidden Forest too—mostly used during the school term, but otherwise roamed freely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Zouwu loved scaring them; some would get so spooked they'd attack, and that's when the Zouwu would take off running.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such a masochistic personality—it was exactly like a giant cat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since Hagrid was temporarily away, John had to return and take up the task of taking care of the Zouwu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though, truth be told, even letting it roam freely wouldn't be a problem; the Zouwu could very well fend for itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But a creature this big, if left unchecked, could easily stir up trouble for the other inhabitants of the Forbidden Forest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don't go near the centaurs—their tempers are awful.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Patiently warning the Zouwu, John used a bit of mental magic to soothe its unease about parting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Basil stood atop a tree, and down below, Tom was trying all sorts of ways to climb up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One bird, one dog—they'd been stuck in this stalemate for two hours.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally annoyed beyond endurance, Basil lifted a wing and knocked down a wild fruit, smacking it square on Tom's head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tom got even angrier, barking furiously as she tried to scramble up the tree.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her paws scratched at the bark, leaving gouges and shredded wood in her wake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"All right, time to go.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a whistle, John called back the two troublemakers locked in their standoff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Basil fluttered down to perch on John's shoulder, while Tom circled him excitedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Zouwu looked back at John with every step it took, unwilling to leave. John waved at it with a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then, a young Thestral trotted up to John, its pupil-less eyes staring straight at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John stepped forward to inspect it and, noticing a feather beginning to grow, exclaimed in surprise, \"It's rare to see a Thestral feather at your age.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He patted the young Thestral on the head, then had Basil fly to Hagrid's hut to fetch some meat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bloody raw meat was placed in front of the Thestral—this was the price for the feather.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an unspoken agreement between John and the Thestrals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Taking the meat with it, the young Thestral returned to its herd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today was Care of Magical Creatures class.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Standing in for Hagrid, Professor Grubbly-Plank brought along a group of Bowtruckles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These were magical creatures skilled at unlocking things, and on the black market, they were extremely valuable and hard to come by.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hogwarts is like a treasure trove—always full of unexpected surprises.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A twig-like little creature stood in John's palm, as if playing the role of a real stick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry, however, wasn't in a good mood. He was desperate to learn where Hagrid had gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While the others were picking out food for their Bowtruckles, Harry asked Professor Grubbly-Plank—but was met with a firm response: \"I don't know.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That made Harry a little angry—once again, he was being kept in the dark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Malfoy walked past him, there was a cold glint in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry glared back defiantly. Hermione and Ron exchanged a look—they both knew they had to keep Harry from doing anything reckless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They quickly stepped in to block the intense stare-down. Hermione tried to reason with him, \"If something happened to Hagrid, Dumbledore would definitely know.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ow!\" Harry yelped. He'd been gripping the Bowtruckle too hard, and it retaliated with a sharp scratch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione's words did nothing to improve his mood. He still had detention—with that annoying pink toad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The greenhouse doors to Herbology class swung open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fourth-year students began filing out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luna and Ginny came out together—they had class at the same time today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A farting sound came from Luna's pocket, and a Crumple-Horned Snorkack popped out… of John's pocket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hand happened to be inside his pocket at that moment, and he suddenly felt a weight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grabbing hold of the creature, John pulled it out. Malfoy instantly became alert.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Weighing the Snorkack in his hand, John squinted and said, \"You've gotten heavier. And a bit bigger, too.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Crumple-Horned Snorkack was about to dive back into John's small bag, but upon hearing that comment, it let out a loudmooin protest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John figured it probably had something to do with the amount of magical energy it had absorbed. He mused thoughtfully, \"Maybe I should give you something else to eat.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You don't grow just by eating fruit, after all—and John wanted to see whether the Snorkack could evolve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pulled a dragon fruit from his bag and had the creature balance it on its horn. With another fart sound, the Snorkack vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Remembering the armor he'd taken from Lestrange, John mentioned it briefly to Malfoy and the others, then headed to Hagrid's hut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing had really changed since he'd last been there. Hagrid hadn't even bothered to fix the broken windowpane.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John pulled the massive suit of armor from his bag and gave a wave of his wand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The towering pieces of armor assembled themselves neatly and stood on a rack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After setting everything up, he left a letter for Hagrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise, Hagrid might think some giant troll had stayed in his hut and left behind a full suit of armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Well… technically itwasarmor John had modified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Noticing some remnants in the fireplace, John narrowed his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What remained was a corner of parchment—apparently part of a letter that hadn't fully burned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reached out, and the last surviving scrap of the parchment floated gently into his palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hmm..\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John held the corner of parchment between his fingers, deep in thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry had been given detention for talking back to the Inquisitor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was nothing even Professor McGonagall could do about it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ministry of Magic had clearly decided to step in and \"reform\" things. The other professors weren't in a position to argue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, it might not be such a bad thing—just as Professor Flitwick had said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, even someone like Trelawney, who was more of a fraud than a real teacher, had been hired by Dumbledore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Granted, Trelawneydidhave the Inner Eye, but the conditions under which it was triggered were a complete mystery. Most of the time, she just relied on psychological tricks in her lessons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only someone like John, who actually had talent in that area, could learn anything from her. The rest of the students were left completely confused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Couldn't Dumbledore have just kept her at Hogwarts without making her a professor?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did shehaveto teach?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps Dumbledore wasn't cut out to be a headmaster—many of his decisions showed little consideration for the students' future.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now that Umbridge had been installed as a counterbalance to Dumbledore, she held considerable authority at Hogwarts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She could assign detentions, enforce writing punishments, deduct points, and more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Harry's detention—while unfair—was, technically speaking, perfectly legitimate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor McGonagall, even as Deputy Headmistress, couldn't do anything to change it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What she didn't expect, however, was that Umbridge's detention wasn't as simple as it seemed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Five o'clock arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry stepped into Umbridge's office.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since she wasn't an official professor, a new office had to be arranged for her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thankfully, there were plenty of spare rooms at Hogwarts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Harry entered, he saw dozens of decorative plates featuring cats of various colors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each cat wore a different colored bow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry felt a wave of nausea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had hoped Umbridge would let him attend Friday's tryouts for the Quidditch goalkeeper position, but she had flatly refused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because Harry would be spending the whole week in detention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Umbridge said in a sugary voice, \"You're going to write a few lines for me, Mr. Potter. Oh no, not with your quill.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stopped him just as he was about to pull out his own quill, and instead handed him a long, thin, black quill with an especially sharp tip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I want you to write:I must not tell lies,\" she said softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry asked, \"How many times?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how many, as long as he could still make the Quidditch tryouts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Keep writing until the words are etched into your heart,\" Umbridge said in her sickly sweet voice, her expression unreadable. \"Begin.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry had thought detention might involve something harsher—turns out, it was just copying lines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He asked for ink, but Umbridge told him he wouldn't need any.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the magical world, anything was possible. So Harry didn't question it further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He picked up the quill and started to write. Bright red ink, like blood, appeared on the parchment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he finished the first line, Harry hissed in pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A matching line had appeared on the back of his hand, as if carved in with a blade, crimson and vivid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words faded quickly, but the sting lingered. Harry looked up at Umbridge. And saw that toad-like face, twisted in a revolting smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Keep writing,\" she said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>__________\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Read 12 Chaps ahead:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Patreon: Dragonel\u003C\u002Fp>",1628,"2026-06-06T11:45:53.361Z",1,"novelbin.me","ac84af7039fd49c7dbb371279acc90f5cfcbff8bf312535dfb20b614c150e855","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-294","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-292",577,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-john-wick-cover.jpg"]