[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-hogwarts-john-wick":3,"chapter-hogwarts-john-wick-hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-305":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},1645889,2109,"Chapter 305 305: 305: The Red Lion and the Green Snake","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-305",305,"\u003Cp>Since third year, this was the first time in a year that the two sides faced off again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slytherin versus Gryffindor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These two fated rival Houses, like their founders of old, stood in stark contrast—red against green.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Montague led the team out of the locker room, and there had been significant changes to their lineup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In addition to a change in captain, there were new Beaters as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Goyle and Crabbe were playing as Beaters for the first time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry was busy comforting Ron.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slytherin's two Beaters were also first-timers—they would be nervous, maybe even scared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They might fly in the wrong direction, accidentally hit their own teammates with the Bludgers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were dumb. With their level of brainpower, they'd probably have trouble remembering which goalpost was theirs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least, that's what the Gryffindors were thinking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In reality, while the two were indeed nervous, they weren't as terrified as expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the contrary, they felt incredibly honored.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To represent Slytherin in such a fated match—what could be more glorious?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malfoy gave each of the two big guys a kick from behind, then said with pride and malice, \"Aim for Potter's head. Got it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two hulking boys nodded furiously, while Montague led the team in warm-up exercises.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They'd learned this from Malfoy, who'd heard it came from Muggles. Doing this helped warm up the body and supposedly reduced the risk of injury from collisions during the match.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They honored it as a miraculous Muggle method.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gryffindor's team also walked out. Malfoy cast an arrogant and disdainful glance at Potter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When his eyes shifted to their new Keeper, Ron Weasley, Malfoy made a throwing motion, and Crabbe knowingly mimicked missing a save with an exaggerated lunge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron's face turned green, then purple with anger. Harry nudged him from behind and said, \"Ignore them. Let the game do the talking.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The nervous Ron nodded. He'd never had much confidence in himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tried not to look over at the Slytherin side—but in the end, he couldn't resist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw Goyle and Crabbe, those two towering figures, slam into each other like bulls, then flash him a menacing grin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron quickly turned his head away, feeling like he was about to be crushed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd completely forgotten that he was the Keeper, and the Beaters wouldn't even be aiming at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Quidditch match, resumed after a year's break, filled the entire stadium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whistles, shouting, singing… a cacophony of noises roared like a massive, chaotic sound system.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both teams lined up on either side of Madam Hooch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Madam Hooch looked as brisk and sharp as ever. Angelina and Montague shook hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two captains 'cordially' squeezed with all their strength during the handshake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tension crackled in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry noticed that the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Professor Oz Hilled, was also in the stands—seated right next to Professor McGonagall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lee Jordan was once again the match commentator, though this time he wasn't quite as unfiltered as before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was because Ernie Macmillan was watching his mic like a hawk, and Snape was death-staring holes into his back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry thought that if he were Lee Jordan, he'd probably never want to commentate again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mount your brooms,\" said Madam Hooch, raising her whistle to her mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a sharp blast of the whistle, fourteen players shot into the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Angelina shouted, \"Watch their scoring ability!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Facing Slytherin, who had better equipment, Gryffindor needed to stay alert on defense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Bludgers flew wildly around the pitch, while Harry and Malfoy soared to the highest point, their eyes scanning in all directions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Angelina took the lead, seizing the Quaffle first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But very soon, Crabbe swung his bat and slammed a Bludger straight into Angelina, causing her to lose possession of the Quaffle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Montague swooped in to catch the dropped Quaffle and teamed up with his fellow player Warrington for a passing maneuver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two passed the Quaffle back and forth like twin daggers slicing through Gryffindor's defense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Bludger whizzed past Montague's scalp—he dodged hastily, nearly falling off his broom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Gryffindor Chaser seized the opportunity to snatch the Quaffle back. Just as a smile spread across his face, Warrington came charging in from behind and slammed into him, knocking the Quaffle loose again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Angelina rushed to grab it, but Montague had already recovered and, taking advantage of his broom's superior performance, snatched it away a split second earlier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>George aimed at Montague and struck a Bludger his way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as it was about to hit, Goyle barreled in front of Montague and knocked it aside with brute force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Montague, looking fierce and aggressive, charged toward the goal—where only Ron was left standing all alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His Nimbus 2001 surged ahead, leaving everyone behind. He took aim and threw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And... swoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Quaffle went in!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron visibly paled. Montague pumped his right fist in the air, breaking the tie and taking the lead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry had been so nervous for his best mate that he didn't even realize he'd been zoning out in the air for a whole minute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Angelina's roar brought him back to his senses. He hurriedly began scanning for the golden Snitch—just in time to see Malfoy suddenly dive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry instinctively dove after him—both of them riding Firebolts with vastly superior performance, their speed like twin bolts of lightning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry's eyes scanned the air nonstop, desperately trying to spot the golden Snitch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Maybe Malfoy's faking it...\" The thought flashed through Harry's mind, a sliver of doubt forming when he didn't see the Snitch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Malfoy continued charging forward recklessly, and Harry had no choice but to follow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two of them looped around the pitch once, then Malfoy dived again. Harry stayed close behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were practically plummeting toward the ground. Just as they were about to make contact, Malfoy yanked his broom upward with both arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then did Harry realize—there was nothing ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a Wronski Feint!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too late to brake, Harry struggled to pull his broom up. His feet still scraped the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two long skid marks were left in the turf before he finally pulled up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a Bludger slammed into his broom, throwing him off balance—he nearly crashed straight into the Ravenclaw stands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He even caught a glimpse of Luna in the crowd, wearing that lion's-head hat the size of a real lion, and that serpent scarf that looked like a real snake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He finally regained control, and glared furiously at Crabbe, who'd hit that shot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crabbe smirked mockingly, while Goyle swung his bat around with exaggerated bravado.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Slytherin scores, seventy to ten.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lee Jordan's voice sent a chill down Harry's spine as he realized Slytherin was employing a brutal new tactic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Montague, Warrington, and Pucey—the three Chasers—charged at the Gryffindor side like a three-pronged trident.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, the two Beaters locked onto the Bludgers, seizing every opportunity to send them hurtling toward Harry, giving the Weasley twins no opening to strike back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry was hounded constantly by both Bludgers, flailing about midair in an uncharacteristically chaotic fashion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And on top of that, he still had to keep an eye out for the Golden Snitch—and for Malfoy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under pressure from all three fronts, Gryffindor's supposed ace, Harry, was now left floundering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Slytherin scores again, one hundred to twenty.\" Lee Jordan's voice rang out, heavy with frustration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Angelina had no answer to the Trident Formation. Due to their gear disparity, one-on-one marking was impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had no choice but to assign two players to deal with the most troublesome of the bunch—Montague, whose savage plays had already caused their Keeper to fumble several times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Potter!\" Malfoy called to Harry, diving again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry hesitated for one second. He wasn't sure if this was another Wronski Feint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then—within that one second—his hawk-like reflexes caught a glint of gold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Snitch!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry immediately gave chase. But with equal broom models, in a straight-line sprint, the one who started first had the edge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malfoy flew ahead, Harry giving chase right behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two of them closed in steadily as the Golden Snitch darted up, down, left, and right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry shouted inwardly, pushing his speed even higher.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malfoy, sensing the presence drawing closer behind him, let a smirk curl on his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two of them surged toward the Snitch—Practically shoulder to shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malfoy veered in sharply, delivering a body check to Harry's side, making his shoulder throb with pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These kinds of minor fouls were notoriously hard to catch, even with a referee present.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The struggle grew more intense, and the Golden Snitch dipped lower again, prompting both of them to dive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh no—oh Merlin—Slytherin scores! One hundred and twenty to twenty!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry heard the announcement and knew—if he didn't catch the Snitch now, he'd be repeating the same loss as last time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Golden Snitch is mine!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Accelerating again, Harry felt like his Firebolt was about to catch fire, growling as he pushed forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Malfoy mirroring his move—arm outstretched in the same posture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze dropped slightly, catching sight of the badge hanging on Malfoy's chest, reflecting the light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just that one glance dazzled Harry's eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two of them collided mid-air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>________\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Read 12 Chapters ahead: Patreon\u002FDragonel\u003C\u002Fp>",1538,"2026-06-06T11:45:53.361Z",1,"novelbin.me","ba8df131a12c797c2673c4d69654fc8c16c6500ac8e5e81f9cc9d12077a136c9","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-306","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-304",577,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-john-wick-cover.jpg"]