[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-hogwarts-john-wick":3,"chapter-hogwarts-john-wick-hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-333":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},1645917,2109,"Chapter 333 333: 333: Basil and the Horse","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-333",333,"\u003Cp>The villagers of Little Hangleton still referred to the house on the hillside as the Riddle Manor, even though it had long been uninhabited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the past, it had been the grandest and most imposing building for miles around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, the manor was damp and desolate, left abandoned for years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ivy clawed its way up the entire structure, tiles were missing from the roof, and the windows were boarded shut—like something terrifying had been sealed inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, it was indeed terrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The manor's former residents—the Riddle family—had been found dead in the house by the maid. Their bodies were ice-cold, still dressed in their dinner clothes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the time, people believed it was the work of the gardener. Little did they know it was vengeance from a major figure in the wizarding world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kim walked up to the grand mansion, which still faintly retained traces of its former grandeur.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alohomora.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Click—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The front door swung open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His shoes, damp with muddy soil, stepped onto the wooden floor, which creaked with an unsettling screech that made one's teeth ache.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lumos.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tip of his wand lit up and cast light on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were drag marks—like a large snake had slithered through here at some point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soil had already dried out, though due to the recent damp weather, the edges were still slightly moist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kim's eyes shifted as he searched through the rooms of the manor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw a corpse—no, a skeleton. The body had already decomposed into bare bones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He's been dead for a year.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lifting a strand of white hair with his wand, he identified the remains as belonging to an elderly man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He was killed by magic,\" Kim said with certainty. This old man had died under a spell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A glimmer of excitement flashed in his eyes, but his expression grew more cautious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the tracks at the entrance to the ones inside, every trace indicated that something had once been here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The item might be here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He began checking every place in the room that could be opened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the time of death to the point of decomposition into bones, the windows had remained sealed. The lingering stench clung to the air like maggots boring into his nostrils.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the foul odor didn't make Kim retreat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, the excitement in his eyes gradually faded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, he had searched the entire house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stumbling, he leaned against a table, despair clouding his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Nothing... huh...\" His throat was dry, and he ran his fingers through his disheveled blond hair, his expression on the verge of collapse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had walked every inch of the place with hope, searched every patch of ground with anticipation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in the end, he had found nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body trembled slightly. He had been holding on to a sliver of hope, allowing himself to imagine—just maybe—he could still find it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That hope had been shattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bloodshot eyes, he swung his wand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every window in the house shattered with a loud crash. He stood against the gusting wind, his greasy blond hair plastered to his skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had fallen into a state of paranoia, madness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that state, he walked to the window and spread his arms wide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as he was about to take the next step, he froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes were locked on something below—a white stallion had appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The horse tilted its head slightly, then began walking in a certain direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gave chase, pursuing the white figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Branches scratched fine cuts across his skin, but Kim paid them no mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Following the stallion, he was led to an even older manor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This place was at least several centuries old, and the ancient building exuded a chilling, mysterious aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It sat nestled between two steep hills, half-hidden in the tangled maze of gnarled trees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moss covered the manor's stone walls, making it appear even more decrepit than the Riddle House.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But unlike the Riddle House, the age of this place came with a sinister feeling that made one instinctively avoid it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stallion stopped here and stood calmly on the side lawn, leisurely chewing on the fresh grass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kim walked up beside it, reaching out to stroke its smooth, silken coat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was probably a free-roaming horse from Little Hangleton, drawn here by the lush grass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pushing through the thick nettles surrounding the house, he reached the manor's entrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A chilling eeriness seeped from the building, as though some decaying ghost might crawl out at any moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through the misty windows, he could see nothing inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He opened the door and stepped in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You wish he were alive, don't you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The one who tricked you—he never had that kind of power.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If he were strong enough, that great fire would never have happened.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Put it on. It can fulfill all your desires.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Go on, seek it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the moment he stepped into the house, a voice like a whisper to his soul began accompanying him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn't tell whether it was real or a hallucination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes, right there. Open that box.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice guided Kim, leading him to a box.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pitch-black box etched with intricate patterns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kim slowly opened it, revealing a black gemstone ring inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Put it on. You should know what this is.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes, you've seen it before.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"In that book.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"All regrets will be made right.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Put it on.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The whisper of the soul continued in his ears. Kim reached out and carefully picked up the ring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black octahedral gemstone gleamed with a glassy luster. Kim's heart felt like a small boat drifting into a vast ocean.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the midst of a violent storm, the little boat rocked wildly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He struggled internally, and before his eyes appeared the image of a black-haired scruny figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That voice told him—as long as he wore the ring, he could undo everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew, with absolute certainty, that it couldn't be wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ring approached his finger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I just want to see you one more time,\" Kim murmured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as he was about to slip it on, he felt a push against his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ring slipped from his hand, clattering to the ground. Kim stumbled back several steps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Neeeeigh~\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The white horse outside let out a cry, and Kim quickly turned to look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was as if the horse had accidentally eaten a prickly weed and neighed in response.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kim reached out and covered his badge, which vibrated slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a group message.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked down to search for the ring, and for a brief moment, it seemed he saw a pair of greedy, unwilling eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Picking up the ring, he placed it back into the box, took the box with him, and left the house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The white horse had finished grazing and was heading toward the direction of the Little Hangleton villagers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kim stood there watching for a while, a little dazed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment, the horse seemed to have turned into someone—but when he looked carefully, it was still just a white horse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Was it you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He asked the question without knowing why, though he was certain it would receive no answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lowered his head to look at the ring that still tried to influence him. Taking a steady breath, he composed himself and resisted its pull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned to glance back at the old mansion. The ancient house behind him looked like a lurking, crouching beast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its pitch-dark interior seemed ready to drag people into it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kim waved his wand, and a loud crack echoed from the spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a while—The wind blew, slamming the open door shut with a loud bang, as if no one had ever been there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John was going through the newly delivered batch of items.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His expression didn't change much, but those familiar with him could tell he was in a foul mood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His complexion looked paler than usual—sickly pale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if he were ill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No Horcrux,\" he muttered, tossing aside the junk Mundungus had stolen and delivered as payment for his debts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even when paying back debts, Mundungus didn't dare to steal too frequently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could only scavenge through the Black family's trash bins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sirius was a proper prodigal—he'd nearly thrown away everything that belonged to the House of Black.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sometimes, Mundungus even had to be careful of that old house-elf Kreacher, who would fight him over the trash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mundungus had already made two deliveries to pay off his debt, but they were all trivial junk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John had Tommy subtly hint to Mundungus that some of the seemingly worthless items from old families might actually be antiques.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"These aren't worth the debt.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These items made John very dissatisfied, and he slashed the price significantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He even issued a warning: if Mundungus dared to bring more of this trash trying to pass it off as valuable, he wouldn't even get interest next time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Basil had gone off to the owlery again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Recently, there weren't as many tasks requiring Basil, and it needed an outlet to burn off energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, Basil was well-behaved—at least, John hadn't yet received any complaints about someone's owl being beaten to death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As an unusually powerful owl, Basil's usual playmates were Tom, who could cripple a wizard with a single bite, and the big cat Zouwu, who could slap several wizards into the ground with one paw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So when John saw Basil return, he was a little surprised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Basil didn't look as neat and tidy as usual—some feathers on its wings had been lost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet that face still bore an air of arrogance, as if it had just won a glorious battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John began to wonder whether Hogwarts even had an owl capable of matching Basil in a fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>_________\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>o(*￣▽￣*)ブSupport and Read 12 Chapters ahead: Patreon\u002FDragonel\u003C\u002Fp>",1628,"2026-06-06T11:45:53.361Z",1,"novelbin.me","1342d0c4d227be8d1b204743a1378f9a4b9981df365045aecb21453323250eb5","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-334","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-332",577,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-john-wick-cover.jpg"]