[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-hogwarts-john-wick":3,"chapter-hogwarts-john-wick-hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-354":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},1645938,2109,"Chapter 354 354: 354: The Shrieking Shack and the Mysterious Shadow","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-354",354,"\u003Cp>o(*￣▽￣*)ブSupport and Read 12 Chapters ahead: Patreon\u002FDragonel\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>_________\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Shrieking Shack was dim and gloomy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The grotesque, twisted wallpaper told tales of a werewolf that had once lived there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John walked through the shack, arriving at the room where he had previously discovered the Boggart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since the cabinet had been moved, a gap had been left behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't step inside. Instead, he stood at the threshold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Turning away, he headed to another room. He was certain someone had been inside the Shrieking Shack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The layer of dust on the floor was thinner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stopped in front of a door. Moonlight happened to spill into the room, and through the shadows on the floor, John could tell someone was inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was a door between them. He didn't open it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tell me—what should I do?\" he asked, voicing his doubt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moon slipped behind a cloud, and the shadow vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John stared at the gap beneath the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, a slip of paper slid out from underneath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John picked it up and glanced at it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Life through death.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at the handwriting, then at the door again, but still didn't push it open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned and went downstairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze was drawn to a box.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked over and picked it up, then turned to glance deeply behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed like there was a figure standing there—faint, blurry, and unrecognizable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he walked out of the Shrieking Shack, he had a box in his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Returning through the tunnel, beneath the Whomping Willow was a raised stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He removed the stone, revealing a small vial no larger than a thumb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the moonlight, the blood inside glowed a vivid red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The starlight in the Constellation Society was just as beautiful as it was outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the day the Constellation Society was founded to now, this massive alchemical machine had never once stopped operating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Starlight shone down onto the round table beneath the dome.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The round table split open, revealing the armory below.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bubbling cauldron seemed as though it would never rest, and the thick smoke drifted back and forth between appearing and vanishing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John descended the stairs and approached the cauldron.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The liquid inside continued to boil—it still seemed to be missing one final ingredient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John slit his wrist, letting his blood drip into the cauldron.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boiling liquid rapidly cooled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He opened his other hand, channeling a surge of magic into it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The liquid in the cauldron split to either side, transforming into two red dragons spiraling within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The red dragons pulled out a vortex, and as the liquid spun, that white smoke rose once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, John drew his wand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a vacuum, the wand absorbed all the rising white smoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The red oak wand began to turn translucent, and John's right hand was enveloped in silver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised the wand high, and the stars on the dome above burst into radiance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The starlight converged into a dazzling beam that shot down from above.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mana crystals, which had been absorbing magic day after day, now unleashed their power—producing a force a hundred times greater than before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fine cracks appeared on the translucent wand as John was hit by an immense surge of power, the pallor of his face flushing with color.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His Adam's apple bobbed as he forced down the blood that threatened to rise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the crushing pressure of the overwhelming magic, his entire body was nearly engulfed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A low growl escaped his throat as he gripped the wand tightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Celestial Shift.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wand visibly bent, like a bamboo rod being forced to yield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even a slight movement turned into a prolonged struggle of strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The red dragons within the cauldron showed signs of unraveling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John began to grow anxious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His breathing quickened, and with great effort, the massive beam of magic slowly moved toward the cauldron.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wand clung to the immense power, bending to an alarming degree.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, the magic made contact with the cauldron.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside, the red dragons roared as if brought to life by the shock of power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John was nearly spent. The moment he let go, the wand was flung from his hand, shooting straight into the armory wall like a spear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But John couldn't relax just yet. Forcing his body upright, he stood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With both hands cupped as if holding a crown, a magnificent coronet began to take shape in his palms beneath the radiant, rainbow-like starlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gazed at the coronet and placed it upon his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed like nothing had changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet in the depths of his mind, he felt something new take root.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wisdom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those who chase it may never find it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those who let go have long possessed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that moment, John looked at the cauldron, and his movement was perfectly timed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His silver-covered fingers jabbed into the red dragon's body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like popping a balloon, the red dragon burst apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reached into his pocket and opened a vial containing powder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fiery red powder fell in, calming the restless liquid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And finally—just a trace of the wizard's mysterious essence.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John began to chant, his voice like a hymn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That mysterious substance—was emotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tiniest trace of it gathered between his fingers, smaller than a speck of dust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As it fell into the cauldron, the magic-brewed liquid evaporated in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The brilliant pillar of magic abruptly ceased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cauldron, no longer held steady by pressure, broke free and was flung into the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When it hit the ground, a massive cloud of smoke erupted from it, blanketing the entire Constellation Society.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't hot—more like a mist, cool and slightly damp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even John couldn't see through it. Moving forward through the white haze, he found the cauldron, still mostly intact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sharp, clear splitting sound rang out. Right before John's eyes, the cauldron split in two down the middle and toppled over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As it hit the floor, the impact shattered both halves into countless pieces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Well, it's definitely not intact anymore,\" John muttered, and with hope and anticipation, stepped up to where the cauldron had been.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could hear his heart pounding in his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The discomfort in his body seemed to ease at that very moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At last, he finished crossing the not-so-long distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With an anxious heart, he began carefully picking up the scattered shards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was like digging for gold in a perilous mine—each motion slow and cautious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, when he lifted a triangular piece, he caught sight of a crimson glint beneath it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mist gradually dispersed, and under the starlight, that flash of red shimmered clear and bright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John picked it up, and the moment he truly felt it in his hands, he finally believed this wasn't all a dream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It worked.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Haah.. It.. haha.. Really worked!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though he'd anticipated this result, John couldn't help but burst into laughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He staggered to his feet, his body covered in dust and grime.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The armory was in ruins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in his hand, he gripped that object tightly and raised it high.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking around at the wreckage, he let out a wry smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thank Merlin for magic.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took off the crown on his head, and it dissolved into starlight, vanishing from his hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a bit of searching, he found his wand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The red oak wand was embedded in the wall, and it took John quite a bit of effort to pull it out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, the wand itself was sturdy and resilient—otherwise, he would've needed to find a new one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leaving the armory, he noticed that the mist had seemingly taken root in the Constellation Society.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Well, guess it can be the Society's permanent weather.\" John raised his wand, and the mist floated upward toward the dome.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The once-brilliant starry dome now had a few cloud-like patches drifting across it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once all the mist had cleared, John felt far less exhausted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps it was the mood uplifting both body and mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He even had the urge to go wash up in the Prefect's Bathroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was, after all, quite a mess right now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No sooner said than done—he headed for the Prefect's Bathroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enjoyed a nice, long soak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when he looked down, he saw his body covered in dense, black veins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned his head to look the other way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was a mirror there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So it was just an illusion,\" said his reflection in the mirror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in the reflection, the black veins on his neck had already spread up to his cheeks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He rubbed his brow, his throat itching, and coughed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Black blood splattered across the floor as he coughed up mouthfuls of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On that pale face of his, the black markings grew even more distinct.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They made him look utterly terrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After cleaning up the black blood, he heard a noise coming from the bathwater.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Turning around, he saw Moaning Myrtle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"John?\" Myrtle, who usually ogled boys with shameless glee, was now staring blankly at him and the black blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She froze for a moment, then floated over and asked, \"Are you dying? If you are, can you become a ghost afterward?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at Myrtle—who didn't seem sad in the slightest—John couldn't help but choke on his own frustration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You could've at least tried to comfort me instead of cursing me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There's a subject at Hogwarts that both wizards and Muggles can learn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But they share one thing in common—learning it is absolute torture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one understood this better than Malfoy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To this day, he still didn't get why he had to memorize the details of the Goblin Rebellions of the eighteenth century.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when exams came, all were equal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under Marchbanks' supervision, they returned to the Great Hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"John, didn't sleep well last night?\" Malfoy couldn't help teasing when he saw John's complexion. \"Worried you'll forget everything? I totally get that.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh, and aren't you hot? Wearing a collar that high?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John shot him a glare and retorted sarcastically, \"You better think carefully about where exactly the Goblin Rebellion of the eighteenth century broke out.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that reminder, Malfoy tried to recall—and tragically realized he couldn't.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…I'm doomed.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wailed in despair. John laughed heartily, then broke into a fit of coughing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It sounded bad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malfoy frowned and was about to ask something when the call came: \"Examinees, enter.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1722,"2026-06-06T11:45:53.361Z",1,"novelbin.me","be7d3d7855920cc25ea3d65deca298156775ae97071a313fd8fc480109b4f30b","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-355","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-353",577,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-john-wick-cover.jpg"]