[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-hogwarts-john-wick":3,"chapter-hogwarts-john-wick-hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-337":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},1645921,2109,"Chapter 337 337: 337: The Centaur Professor and Test Tube","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-337",337,"\u003Cp>\"Our Divination professor's just… gone like that?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron looked utterly dazed—he was still half-stunned by Johnny Silverhand's sheer wealth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry nodded stiffly. He was still replaying the image of those six Firebolts in his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He remembered how back then, when he'd first received a Firebolt, he was overjoyed like a little kid—and even ended up in a cold war with Hermione because she had told Professor McGonagall about it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Since when did Firebolts become so cheap...\" he muttered to himself, feeling like none of it was real.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione, on the other hand, thought Trelawney leaving was actually a good thing. After all, she had been labeled untalented by Trelawney and had dropped the class because of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Professor McGonagall used to say Divination was a rather imprecise subject, so she didn't seem too upset about it either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lavender and Parvati, however, were worried. Sure, it was great that Professor Trelawney had found a new job—but that meant they no longer had Divination class where they could slack off and gossip while still earning decent points after blabbering some made-up divination!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luckily, Dumbledore stepped in and resolved the issue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He actually brought in a centaur.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which instantly sent Umbridge into a fuming rage. So that's where Dumbledore had been during his \"late arrival\"—he'd gone to fetch a centaur!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Parvati, who had just been moping about not having Divination anymore, was immediately captivated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who could blame her—this centaur was gorgeous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Light golden hair and eyes as blue as the sea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Firenze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When John saw Firenze make his entrance, he noticed a distinct hoof-shaped bruise on the centaur's chest—clearly, there had just been a centaur skirmish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Working for humans… with the pride centaurs carry, that must've been rough,\" John muttered to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After giving the scene a final glance, John decided he'd had enough of the spectacle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned and walked away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Umbridge's overbearing tactics produced immediate results—soon, all the rebellious students had gone quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were thinking: If Umbridge can fire a professor just like that, what's stopping her from expelling students?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malfoy had gone off for Quidditch practice. Montague, not wanting to go down as the most disgraceful Slytherin captain in history, had started going borderline insane.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Malfoy occasionally wondered if Montague was treating his team like human beings at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John opened the reply letter Basil had brought back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It said that Trelawney had already gotten herself completely drunk in the Inverted Divination Pavilion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, Tommy was utterly baffled—he couldn't understand why John had gone out of his way to open an entire Divination pavilion just to support Trelawney.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If she were someone with truly powerful divination abilities, then maybe that would make sense. But Tommy couldn't see what was so amazing about Trelawney.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was it just because she was the great-granddaughter of a famous Seer?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John gave a small smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, it wasn't that simple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He poached Trelawney because he knew she genuinely had ability—the famous prophecy about the Chosen One had come from her, after all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Trelawney did have talent. That much, John could confirm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, once her abilities were triggered, she herself wouldn't remember a thing—so to others, she looked like a fraud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, she had once taught him how to divine. The Inverted Divination Pavilion was simply a way for John to keep her around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It looked like a pavilion for seers, but in reality, there wasn't even a second divination teacher inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were just a lot of crystal balls. If Trelawney happened to go into a trance and make a prophecy, it would be recorded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for keeping one more person on the payroll?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With his current wealth, John could probably fund all of Hogwarts if he wanted—why would he care about a little extra expense?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He burned the letter and knew Dumbledore would likely try to read into his motives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't mind. After all, his intentions were clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Opening his calendar, John circled a date in red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at the time he still had to wait, he thought for a moment and then wrote a new letter to hand to Basil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Have Riddle deliver this to Barty Sr.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Basil nodded, took the letter, and flew off. Tom ran over to rub against John's leg. John grabbed the dog's mouth and pried it open to take a quick look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tom's teeth had started to look a little strange. If you looked closely, you could see they'd become somewhat elongated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a row of sharp sawteeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tom blinked innocently, letting John inspect her mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No signs of serious rejection.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John let the dog down and rubbed his chin thoughtfully. \"Maybe it's time to find you a test subject.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tom stuck out her tongue in an attempt to flatter him, only for John to dodge away in distaste.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a good mood, John played around with Tom for a bit before heading to the Slytherin common room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He picked up a cup from the table out of habit and took a sip of water, his gaze casually drifting toward a third-year boy reading a book in the lounge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That boy was Pansy's little boyfriend—quite popular among the third-years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astoria had gone off to watch Malfoy's Quidditch training, and Daphne had followed along to keep an eye on her little sister.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Astoria did anything reckless, Malfoy would be the one to suffer for it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, what kind of older sister would beat up her younger sibling? Malfoy was the only one anyone could reasonably beat up!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A moment of silence for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John finished the water and casually set the cup down before standing up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body swayed a little, as if he were experiencing a bout of low blood sugar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don't even know when I'll get to eat tasty food.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Muttering to himself, John walked out of the common room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By lunchtime, John saw Pansy and Daphne approaching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don't let that guy touch my stuff again,\" Daphne snapped, while Pansy repeatedly apologized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John noticed the plate of food Daphne brought and quietly averted his gaze. \"What happened?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's that rude, uncivilized boyfriend of Pansy's,\" Daphne huffed as she sat down. \"He touched my kitchenware.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John raised an eyebrow. \"What was he doing in the kitchen?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pansy spoke sheepishly, \"He's into photography… wanted to take pictures of house-elves at work.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So you brought him to my designated space?\" Daphne glared at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bound by numerous unequal treaties, Pansy didn't dare argue and could only apologize on her boyfriend's behalf.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daphne was fuming—the kind of mad that couldn't be pacified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No one is allowed to touch my kitchenware! That's specifically for making meals for John!\" Daphne raised her voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pansy poked Goyle, gesturing for him to help plead their case.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Goyle poked Crabbe, and Crabbe poked Malfoy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though he and Pansy had been childhood friends, Malfoy still gave it a shot—he flipped his hair and said to Daphne, \"For my sake, yeah?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Scram!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Righty-o.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He forgot… he didn't have any \"sake\" to begin with.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astoria, still annoyed over that boyfriend's two-timing drama, had no intention of stepping in either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alright, Daphne,\" John said, \"just sit down and eat.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daphne obediently sat down, and Pansy quietly gave a thumbs up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So much for being \"impossible to appease\"—turns out it just depended on who was doing the appeasing!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This only made Astoria more determined. If her sister remained unattached, then wouldn't the Greengrass family never know peace?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After finishing the meal Daphne had prepared, John gracefully dabbed his mouth with a napkin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Draco, come by the Constellation Society after lunch.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tossed that out to Malfoy before standing to leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as he got up, he accidentally knocked over his cup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Normally, John's reflexes would've caught it before it hit the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this time, the cup hit the floor—and John stared at his own hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"John?\" Malfoy looked up at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's nothing.\" John waved it off, picked up the cup, set it back on the table, and walked out of the Great Hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore's gaze followed John, eventually settling on that cup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snape had also noticed something. With a probing look in his eyes, he too stared at the cup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Constellation Society.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John held a test tube, giving it a gentle shake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blood inside mixed with a clear liquid, swirling until it finally settled at the bottom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He set it down just as Malfoy walked in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I need you to do something for me, Draco.\" John turned toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malfoy was fiddling with his hair. Hearing this, he started working in some hair gel and asked, \"What is it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Write a letter to your mother.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…Huh?\" Malfoy's expression turned oddly bewildered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John gave him a sideways glance. \"Just tell her—when exactly is Mr. K scheduled to meet again?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mr. K?\" Malfoy looked completely confused. \"When did my mum start knowing someone like that?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You're not your mother—it's not strange that you don't know him.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John said to Malfoy, \"Make sure you write it yourself. Once she replies, let me know.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Alright,\" Malfoy agreed reluctantly, then asked with a frown, \"Voldemort's at my house—he'll probably check my letters.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your mother will handle it,\" John reassured him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malfoy wrote the letter and sent it out via owl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Malfoy left, John turned to glance at the test tube again. The liquid inside had turned black.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at the test tube with a meaningful expression and said softly, \"Sometimes, the simplest plans are the most effective.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he hid the test tube—making sure no one could ever see it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>_________\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>o(*￣▽￣*)ブSupport and Read 12 Chapters ahead: Patreon\u002FDragonel\u003C\u002Fp>",1603,"2026-06-06T11:45:53.361Z",1,"novelbin.me","bcb2367154f50bf4528fb57ca6116012a4c80e33046292901c704b9cd7a930dc","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-338","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-336",577,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-john-wick-cover.jpg"]