[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-hogwarts-john-wick":3,"chapter-hogwarts-john-wick-hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-350":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},1645934,2109,"Chapter 350 350: 350: Voldemort's Rage, Silverhand's Scheme","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-350",350,"\u003Cp>Wiltshire, Malfoy Manor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The white peacocks that once wandered the manor grounds were nowhere to be seen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The interior of the manor remained lavish—opulent furniture, marble fireplaces, and gilded mirrors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The purple wallpaper in the drawing room added a touch of aristocratic splendor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, that sense of grandeur had been replaced by something cold and sinister.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mist lingering throughout Malfoy Manor hadn't lifted for an entire year.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one knew just how many truly evil beings lurked within these walls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucius Malfoy sat at the right end of the long table, stiff with fear. Lippy, going by the alias \"Drakon Geng,\" had managed to secure one of the seats.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Death Eaters who had escaped from Azkaban had returned to their master—but now had to endure the oppressive presence of Voldemort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dark Lord was in a foul mood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And everyone could see it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was in a dangerous state, and no one wanted to be the one to provoke him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not even Biber Jaster, his most fanatical supporter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They all kept their heads bowed, not daring to look at his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who can tell me,\" Voldemort said, his voice cutting through the silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned his gaze to Lucius. \"Lucius, tell me—what is the most important thing we must do?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucius trembled slightly. He swallowed hard, his voice quivering. \"Master, we need to go to the Department of Mysteries… to retrieve that item.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You're wrong, Lucius.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucius jolted violently. The fear hadn't even fully surfaced on his face before Voldemort continued, \"That item can only be retrieved by Harry Potter. What we need is Harry Potter.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every Death Eater in the room listened in utter silence as Voldemort spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then his voice turned suddenly irritable. \"And that damn Johnny Silverhand who keeps getting in our way!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He's like a cockroach crawling out of a sewer—I constantly feel the urge to crush him.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The killing intent in Voldemort's voice was suffocating. Lucius, seated closest to him, felt like he could barely breathe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But,\" Voldemort said abruptly, the rage vanishing from his tone, \"once we get that item, we can crush that cockroach.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The strategic goal was set: seize the item in the Department of Mysteries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But how to lure Potter there?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That—Voldemort had an answer to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned his eyes to the only person present who wasn't a Death Eater.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Narcissa, I need you to carry out a task for me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the gaze of those cold, serpentine eyes, Narcissa felt a chill run through her body. But she wasn't Lucius.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She nodded slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The meeting was dismissed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucius cast a worried glance at his wife. Narcissa felt a flicker of warmth in her heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You must be careful,\" Lucius said in a low voice, gripping her hand. \"Don't ever defy the Master.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Coward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Narcissa shot her husband a sharp glare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After speaking, Lucius glanced back at Voldemort, then quickly walked away with obvious unease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Narcissa had to remain calm. She stepped forward respectfully, ready to follow Voldemort's instructions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But just as Voldemort was about to speak, his expression suddenly changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Narcissa wasn't sure if she was imagining it, but she thought Voldemort seemed to lose consciousness for a brief moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he came to, Voldemort staggered and gripped the edge of the table for support.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My Lord?\" Narcissa looked over at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flicker of confusion and suspicion flashed in Voldemort's eyes. He could feel something leaving him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This.. is the second time!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His expression darkened, shifting unpredictably—even he didn't know what was happening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was unprecedented. Too sudden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His first thought was of the Horcruxes—but no, this wasn't right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if something had happened to a Horcrux, it shouldn't feel like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What exactly had happened?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Cup… who is it?!\" A rare trace of unease crept into Voldemort's voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He still didn't know who had taken the cup from Gringotts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To think that he, the great Dark Lord, would feel this way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People were supposed to fear Voldemort—he wasn't supposed to feel fear himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The feeling had lasted only an instant. But when he came back to himself, a glint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes as he looked at Narcissa.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone had seen him in that moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His first instinct was to kill them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Narcissa wasn't just Lucius's wife—she was also Bellatrix's sister, and more importantly, a crucial piece in the plan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fuu~ Deep breath..\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Voldemort buried the killing intent, his expression calm as he beckoned Narcissa forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He whispered a secret plan into her ear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Narcissa's expression remained unchanged throughout. But as she left the sitting room, a strange look flickered across her face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What a coincidence…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that moment, Narcissa felt a sense of absurdity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Johnny Silverhand and Voldemort were using the exact same plan—it was almost too much of a coincidence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John slowly regained consciousness, sitting up while rubbing his forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tommy hadn't shown up—he never let anyone enter this place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first thing he did after waking was take out his pocket watch to check the time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"One night's passed, huh.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His throat itched, and he broke into a fit of violent coughing until he finally hacked up a mouthful of black blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared at the dark stain, calculating something in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Very cautious… this way, by the time it's discovered, it'll already be too late to save me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John remarked with interest, \"This one's got more brains than Crabbe and Goyle combined.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe it was because Voldemort had split his soul too many times—he no longer quite lived up to the brilliance a Dark Lord was supposed to have.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, he had once pushed the Ministry of Magic to the brink. In some areas, Voldemort wasn't so clueless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the surface, it had been Crabbe and Goyle who, as Death Eaters, tried to poison John. But in truth, there was a third party involved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A double-layered strategy. When it comes to underhanded schemes like this, you're pretty decent, Tom Riddle.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with a sleeve, John cleaned away the blackened stain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cup lay on the ground. When he picked it up again, that chilling, evil presence was gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hufflepuff's Cup,\" John murmured, fingers running along its surface. \"Something left behind by Helga Hufflepuff shouldn't be ordinary.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He extended a silver finger and lightly tapped the cup, closing his eyes to feel it out carefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A moment later, he opened them again, a flicker of surprise in his gaze. \"This craftsmanship is on par with Godric Gryffindor's sword. Just like Ravenclaw's diadem, it contains a unique magic of its own.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stashing the cup away, John had now collected two of the four Founders' relics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The remaining one—Slytherin's locket—should be at Number 12, Grimmauld Place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the Horcrux situation becoming clearer, a faint smile tugged at John's lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tom Riddle, I think we'll be meeting very soon.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time John emerged from the chamber, it was already midday the next day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the lavender garden, the black long-eared owl Riddle was lounging with its eyes closed, clearly enjoying the peace. Beside it was Basil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment Basil saw John, it flapped its wings and flew over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John took the envelope from its beak and opened it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flicker of pleasant surprise appeared in his eyes. After reading the letter, he burned it to ash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tommy walked into the garden. Seeing John, he finally let out a breath of relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sir,\" Tommy said respectfully, \"Barty Crouch Sr. is here to see you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hah~ Well, what a coincidence,\" John said with a smile as he adjusted his clothes. \"I was just about to go looking for him.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised a hand and swept it across his face—a silver mask appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now transformed into Johnny Silverhand, John turned to Tommy. \"Prepare some refreshments for me. The ones you sent to Oz Hild last time weren't bad.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tommy, unusually, flushed slightly and coughed. \"Those snacks were... purchased with my own money.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If you hadn't bought them at ten percent of the ingredient cost, I might have actually complimented you,\" John said, shooting him a sidelong glance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tommy fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was afraid that if he kept talking, his salary might be next on the chopping block.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he arrived at the study, Barty Crouch Sr. was already seated, his short gray hair immaculately combed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah~ My friend Barty, I haven't had the chance to congratulate you yet,\" John said as he stepped into the room and shook his hand, smiling. \"The most beloved Minister Crouch of the past two decades.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Barty chuckled heartily, clearly in a great mood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After John sat down, Barty didn't bother with small talk. \"I'm here on official business this time. The Ministry of Magic needs repairs and renovations in quite a few areas.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"From what I've heard, the Ministry doesn't currently have the budget for that,\" John said, hands folded beneath his chin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That was true,\" Barty acknowledged. \"But since we cut back on equipment maintenance costs—and thanks to a few forgetful souls suddenly remembering to pay their taxes…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was obvious that those \"forgetful souls\" weren't really forgetful—they were just scared of being audited by Barty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thanks to that, the Ministry now had a bit of extra cash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least Barty didn't have to keep staring at the Fountain of Magical Brethren wondering when he could tear it down and sell it for parts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, the moment Barty mentioned plans to renovate the Ministry, something flickered in John's eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a subtle, persuasive smile, he said, \"Barty, I have a suggestion that could save you a great deal of money.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Barty's expression shifted with interest as he looked at the ever-enigmatic Johnny Silverhand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>_________\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>o(*￣▽￣*)ブSupport and Read 12 Chapters ahead: Patreon\u002FDragonel\u003C\u002Fp>",1626,"2026-06-06T11:45:53.361Z",1,"novelbin.me","1f403f766eb961dd53c59f382d2ffb014cabd32a9f152db7934df27d2ef2366f","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-351","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-349",577,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-john-wick-cover.jpg"]