[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-hogwarts-john-wick":3,"chapter-hogwarts-john-wick-hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-355":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},1645939,2109,"Chapter 355 355: 355: Unexpected Situation","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-355",355,"\u003Cp>Today was the final day. No more morning exams—this one was scheduled for the afternoon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once this subject was over, everyone would finally be free.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Results would be delivered by owl to each examinee in July.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John stepped into the examination hall, taking the same seat as before. His eyes landed on the back of Goyle's head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marchbanks flipped the hourglass over, signaling the start of the exam.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the students turned over their papers, quills began scratching softly against the parchment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone just wanted to finish as soon as possible—so they could collapse into a good, long sleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stifling summer heat, combined with the dizzying exam questions, made a bead of sweat drip from a student's nose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He fumbled to wipe it away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John didn't rush to start answering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, he looked around the room with what almost seemed like reluctant affection. He saw Goyle scratching his head, completely stumped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malfoy was raking his fingers through his hair, as if he could shake the answers loose from his scalp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione was seriously and meticulously measuring the spacing between her words and lines with a ruler.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry seemed spaced out—probably because a large bumblebee outside the window kept banging its head against the glass, making a constant thudding noise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron was different—there was a kind of calm surrender in him, as if he were leaving all the answers to fate regardless of whether they were right or wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John couldn't quite explain how Ron managed to wear an expression that was both confident and guilty, lucky and uncertain, all at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daphne dipped the quill John had given her into ink and focused on writing her answers on the parchment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As top students, both Hermione and Daphne only paused occasionally to think.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The others, however, racked their brains for answers that wouldn't come, eventually giving up and resorting to guesswork.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John took it all in—every different face, every reaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he began to write.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His pace was slower than usual. After every few lines, a cough escaped his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't loud, but in the quiet Great Hall, it echoed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marchbanks shifted her gaze to John. She had already found herself impressed by this boy more than once during her invigilation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Maybe just a mild flu,\" she thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though it wasn't flu season, Marchbanks didn't dwell on it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John's coughing wasn't disturbing anyone else, so she let it be.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Minute by minute, time passed. An hour later, John put down his quill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes scanned over the questions and answers one by one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did wand legislation help facilitate or merely allow for better control over the goblin rebellion of the eighteenth century?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In what ways was the Statute of Secrecy violated in 1749, and what measures were taken afterward to prevent similar incidents?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Please elaborate the...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at the answers below each question as if admiring a work of art.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neatly written in flowing round script on the parchment, the dried ink gave the page a unique elegance, like a poet's verse rather than an exam sheet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Placing his quill beside the parchment, he let his thoughts go blank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soft scratching of quills across parchment actually had a lulling effect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For those with weaker willpower, it could be incredibly draining.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John closed his eyes and let the sensation wash over him for a moment, then slowly raised his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that instant, every examiner in the hall turned their gaze toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The closest was Professor Tofty. His eyes moved to John, and his voice rang out, firm and full of authority, \"Wick, what's the matter?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tofty's voice brought the rustling of quills to a halt. Students looked up and turned their heads toward John.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John answered honestly, \"I'm feeling a bit unwell.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If it's just a little discomfort, you'd best tough it out,\" Tofty advised. \"The exam's nearly over.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He thought John would obediently sit back down, but John had no such intention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I think I need to head to the hospital wing, Professor.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John's response left Tofty somewhat disappointed—he felt the student didn't even have that much patience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though John had demonstrated a level of talent during the exam that had astonished him, at this moment, Tofty's expression darkened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fine, fine. I hope it's really because you're unwell, and not because you're trying to sneak off to the hospital wing to find a hidden copy of A History of Magic. Students have tried that trick before,\" Tofty said grumpily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John looked at him, a smile tugging at his lips as he chuckled softly. \"You don't have to worry about that.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tofty was about to walk over and collect his parchment, his footsteps heavy—but suddenly he stopped in his tracks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That annoyed expression on his face turned into one of horror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I think you might have to escort me there, Professor,\" John said, as black veins spread across his face and black blood began to seep from his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was like something out of a horror film.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He smiled calmly. \"If you could hurry, that would be great.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Black blood poured from his mouth, not a trace of red in sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Get him to the hospital wing, now!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tofty let out a terrified shout. \"Hang in there, kid!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ink on Daphne's quill dripped onto the parchment, but she didn't react.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malfoy stared blankly in that direction, his brain seemingly frozen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Great Hall was deathly silent, the only sound was the panicked footsteps of Tofty and a few other examiners rushing out with John.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sit down and continue the exam!\" Marchbanks, with her wealth of experience, finally stepped up to command the room, urging the other students to resume the test.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But after that incident, most were clearly distracted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daphne tried several times to pick up her fallen quill, but no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't manage it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wave of panic had seized her entire body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then came the sound of a chair crashing over—it was Malfoy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't care about the exam anymore and bolted after the group.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he wasn't alone. Nearly all the Slytherin students stood up as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sit down!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daphne knew—this was the moment she had to uphold her promise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a sharp command, the Slytherin students froze in place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daphne forced herself to stay calm. \"Keep going with the exam. John's fine—this kind of thing is nothing to him.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Slytherin students recalled all the things John had done in the past. One by one, they sat back down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All except Malfoy—he couldn't hear anyone at that point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marchbanks waved her wand and collected two exam papers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When she saw John's, she couldn't help but sigh—it looked like a work of art.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malfoy's, on the other hand, was only half-finished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry's mind was a mess. He had been trying to think of the answer to question ten.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd just remembered that the first Confederation meeting was held in France.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then, he heard John request to go to the hospital wing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And after that—his face veined with black, the black blood—it all left Harry completely shaken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to say, That's John Wick—how could something be wrong with him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But… but that scene kept replaying in his mind like a film.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if it had been just a regular student—if it had been Malfoy, even—it would've been impossible to forget.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry forced himself to focus on the exam again. The soft scratching of quills filled the Great Hall once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sand in the hourglass kept trickling down, and Harry silently counted the grains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gradually, something began to change in the hourglass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The endlessly falling sand formed a dim, cool corridor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Department of Mysteries!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry found himself walking through it, his steps firm and resolute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He seemed to be in a rather good mood, even breaking into a light jog now and then.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black door opened just like it had the last few times, and he stood once again in that circular room filled with many doorways.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without hesitation, he strode across the stone floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He passed through the second door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Patches of light flickered, just like the ones reflected from the Pensieve onto Snape's office walls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strange ticking and beeping sounds echoed in the room, but he didn't stop to investigate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There wasn't time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He passed through the third door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A room full of shelves and glass spheres appeared—just like the last time he'd entered. It looked like a vast cathedral.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked steadily between the shelves, stopping in front of Row Ninety-Seven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he turned left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He continued deeper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the end of the aisle, something animal-like was writhing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dim lighting in the room made it impossible to clearly see what it was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then, as the protagonist of the dream, Harry spoke in a cold, shrill voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn't believe that voice had come from him—there wasn't a trace of human kindness in it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Go fetch it for me. Now!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Take it down. I can't touch it—but you can.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He ordered the dark figure on the floor, and when it didn't move, he cruelly pulled out a wand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That pale, slender hand raised the wand and mercilessly uttered a spell known for its agony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Crucio!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The creature let out a scream of pain and collapsed, writhing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Dark Lord is waiting.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man on the floor trembled violently, clearly in agony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And when he lifted his head, he revealed a face Harry knew all too well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sirius Black.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>________\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>o(*￣▽￣*)ブSupport and Read 12 Chapters ahead: Patreon\u002FDragonel\u003C\u002Fp>",1592,"2026-06-06T11:45:53.361Z",1,"novelbin.me","19054c0586543908caa20b064091bce47f05b10f7c04395c4f1fc35a28cb5a12","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-356","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-354",577,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-john-wick-cover.jpg"]