[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-hogwarts-john-wick":3,"chapter-hogwarts-john-wick-hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-367":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},1645951,2109,"Chapter 367 367: 367: John… remember our promise. Come back","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-367",367,"\u003Cp>\"Daphne.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daphne opened her eyes, not knowing when she had fallen asleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps it was from being too heartbroken, or maybe because too much had happened today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was in the Constellation Society Chamber, and it felt as if she had just heard John's voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She glanced around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dull thud against the table drew her gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There, a bottle sat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She walked over and picked it up. Inside, a crimson liquid swirled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The starlight on the dome above brightened. Daphne reached out her hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In her palm, the starlight condensed, forming into a small crystal vial.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at the two bottles now before her, she suddenly remembered what John had whispered in her ear that day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"When two shades of red appear, you must mix them together.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She tightened her grip on the bottles, uncorked the crystal vial, and poured the faintly fragrant blood into the other bottle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Red merged with red, swirling like a vortex, condensing and scattering within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The searing heat burned a layer of skin from Daphne's slender fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Urg..\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She did not let go, gripping the bottle tightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through the crystalline surface, the blood within seemed to blaze like fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gradually, the burning shape shifted, condensing into a beautiful bird.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ghosts of Hogwarts seemed to have been touched by sorrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a single one could be seen today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On ordinary days, they were never this quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Slytherin candles had not gone out. The students wandered outside, each holding a candle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Round and round they walked in circles, as if mourning the passing of their king.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After death, everyone would come to love you.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Gryffindor set aside old prejudices—for his bravery had once won over the lion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hufflepuff recalled how sometimes that boy could be found in the kitchens, where the house-elves sang his praises.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ravenclaw lowered their lofty pride, sighing for his wisdom and talent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snape stood at the doorway, his expression shadowed and unreadable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor McGonagall walked over, words catching in her throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wreath after wreath was laid out in the entrance hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Snape's thoughts were also pulled elsewhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Dumbledore already knows. He's gone there,\" Snape said calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>McGonagall, of course, knew where. What she hadn't expected was that at such a moment, Harry would be the one in trouble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So she asked, \"Aren't his friends coming?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John Wick's friends—this was the second blow for them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>McGonagall feared most of all that these children might not be able to bear it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snape's face was half-hidden by his hair, his tone even. \"They're staying in that room.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The existence of the Constellation Society was no longer a secret. Everyone simply acknowledged that mysterious room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just like the Room of Requirement, it was another of those hidden pieces that made Hogwarts what it was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Years later, perhaps some reckless young wizard would stumble upon that room, learning of the Constellation Society that had once been part of Hogwarts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The centaur Divination professor, Firenze, came out, his heart heavy with confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What he had read in the stars—this was not how it was meant to be.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this only proved that even the most skilled centaur could have a day of miscalculation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor McGonagall sighed. \"Lift curfew for tonight. Let this be the last day.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They should have left the school not long ago, but no one had.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So curfew could be loosened for just one day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I imagine our caretaker will find it agreeable as well.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor McGonagall looked toward the entrance hall, where Filch was clutching Mrs. Norris, lost in thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mrs. Norris was unusually quiet today, her fluffy tail brushing gently against Filch's arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He cradled her and walked back to his office.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without the Weasley twins around, there was no longer any fear of dungbombs being hurled inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room was much tidier now. Chains and shackles, which he tended to daily, still hung neatly in place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On his desk sat two boxes. He walked over and opened them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wonderful.. he's even sent you a bundle of cat food, and me a new suit,\" Filch said to Mrs. Norris.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the room lay a new tailcoat and packets of cat food.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only one who would send gifts to Hogwarts' universally disliked caretaker, Argus Filch, was that boy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was also the only time in all these years he could open a box without worry and eat what was inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only one who had ever treated a Squib as an equal was that boy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Filch set Mrs. Norris down and poured her a bowl of the cat food.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sat there, holding the box with the tailcoat inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For some reason, he suddenly felt as though he couldn't hold himself together any longer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a Squib shamelessly clinging to life in a school of magic, he had lived despised by all, hating the wizards who could wield magic, wishing he could torment them in return.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What kept him going was the faint hope that \"maybe one day, in a magical school, I might suddenly learn magic.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had long grown used to being hated by the students, living only with the companionship of his cat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then, a student appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From his very first year he caused trouble, got himself into detention, and never once feared him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would groom Mrs. Norris, share dried fish he had brought with that cat everyone else despised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At Christmas, the only gift Filch ever received came in a box signed with that student's name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy had brought ice cream—his favorite flavor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he had seen Filch's letter confessing he was a Squib, he hadn't sneered or spread it around the school.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He never mocked him for overestimating himself by training his body—how could a Squib ever compare to a wizard?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, he gave him, for the first time, the feeling of using magic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a pair of shoes, enchanted with strange magic, that let a Squib run faster than a wizard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would lend him a hand, rather than deliberately tossing filth in the corridor just because the loathsome caretaker was there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That student still broke the rules, but by then, Filch no longer minded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the contrary, running into each other at night and pretending not to see one another became its own sort of amusement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then, suddenly, it was... all gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From now on, there would be no gift boxes delivered at Christmas, no Mrs. Norris returning from a visit with her fur soft and smooth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was he really supposed to go on, spending his days locked in a battle of wits with those \"rotten students\"?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was tired.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All at once, unbearably tired.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Filch looked at the chains and shackles he had once dreamed of using to punish students.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, they felt meaningless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a furious yank, he tore them down, sending them clattering to the floor in a crashing heap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After smashing everything down, he simply lay there on the floor, letting things be, whatever they might.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Great Hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, it was completely empty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Except for John, lying amidst the flowers, not a soul was there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one dared disturb the eternal rest of Slytherin's king.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Daphne's hand, she gripped the blood-red potion tightly, its scorching heat making it feel as if her palm might melt away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She walked up to John, tears brimming in her eyes, and gently stroked his cheek.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Remember our promise, John,\" she whispered, lifting the vial to his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A black owl and a white owl flew into the hall, perching by his peaceful face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were like Huginn and Muninn from the old myths, ever by his side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daphne poured the entire vial into John's mouth, then stepped back, pressing her hands together with a devotion she had never felt before. \"Please, John… remember our promise. Come back.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The liquid slid down John's ravaged throat, seeping into a stomach left almost unrecognizable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within the black blood, a trace of red appeared, igniting a spark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In barely three seconds, it flared into a wildfire, engulfing his entire body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The flames spread outward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First his body, then the coffin, then the staff table, and finally, the entire Great Hall...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Death Chamber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry stared at the archway, certain now that the voice was coming from within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But why?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why did his scar hurt so badly?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could Voldemort be inside?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He edged closer to the archway. The tattered veil swayed soundlessly, looking soft, almost beckoning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Harry was about to touch it, a furious shout rang out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Harry, get back!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His arm was yanked sharply, someone dragging him back with force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked up—Sirius.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sirius had rushed forward, braving the risk of Bellatrix's curse to reach him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mist began to clear, and Harry's mind snapped back into focus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood streamed down Sirius's nose as he dragged Harry toward the exit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, a jet of red light shot toward them. Sirius shoved Harry aside, tumbling onto the dais himself, ducking the spell with a laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That's not your best, cousin!\" he jeered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry saw Bellatrix's manic grin—then another streak of light struck Sirius square in the chest, cutting his laughter short.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"NOOO!!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sirius reeled backward, the smile still ghosting his lips, but his eyes blown wide with shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry lunged, desperate to grab him, but it was too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sirius's body arched into a graceful curve as he fell, in Harry's eyes unbearably slow, slipping back into the tattered veil that hung from the archway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That once-handsome face, now gaunt and worn, was etched with a mixture of fear and surprise—yet when his gaze met Harry's, it softened into release, into relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"James...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The hell you James-ing for?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind the veil, firelight flared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thwack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A boot slammed hard into Sirius's ribs, hurling him back out through the arch, his body flying more than ten meters across the chamber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>________\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>o(*￣▽￣*)ブSupport and Read 12 Chapters ahead: Patreon\u002FDragonel\u003C\u002Fp>",1654,"2026-06-06T11:45:53.361Z",1,"novelbin.me","f8d2e49a7445a623b0c43785c2b86fe66f39cc9c8c51a4416b76fd4365643a0a","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-368","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-366",577,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-john-wick-cover.jpg"]