[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-hogwarts-john-wick":3,"chapter-hogwarts-john-wick-hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-371":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},1645955,2109,"Chapter 371 371: 371: The tide had turned(?)","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-371",371,"\u003Cp>Can a person truly return from death?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The answer was yes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone had done it before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Voldemort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had used dark magic to create six Horcruxes for himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unless every Horcrux was destroyed, he could never truly die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what about John?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The poison Voldemort had used on him had no antidote. He had even considered using it on Dumbledore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a poison of certain death. Even with Horcruxes, one could not regain a body again so quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise, Voldemort himself would not have needed to wait over ten years to be reborn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>None of it made sense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could someone who had already died still be alive?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Voldemort found it hard to accept.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had struggled so desperately, just to claw his way back to life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A student—no matter how vast his influence, that could be explained as external.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But how could someone so young possess such power?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Voldemort fixed his gaze on John, not even sparing Dumbledore a glance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone present reacted differently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry was stunned and bewildered. Hermione's shock mixed with delight. Luna looked as though it was only natural.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bellatrix's body was frozen stiff, while Lucius hurried to Voldemort's side to show his loyalty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drogon and Lupin pulled apart, each bearing new injuries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sirius burst out at last, having finally found the way through the endlessly turning atrium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Constellation Society members all removed their masks, one by one revealing their young faces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John raised his brows slightly and said, \"The situation seems pretty clear, Tom.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Voldemort glared at him darkly. With the Constellation Society, the Order of the Phoenix, and that old monster Dumbledore all gathered here, he was caught between a rock and a hard place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet suddenly, he began to laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You truly are talented, John Wick.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His cold, sharp voice praised John.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But you seem a little too arrogant.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Voldemort sneered. \"Do you think the Order of the Phoenix alone can defeat me?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your followers are all locked up in the Department of Mysteries,\" John replied with feigned surprise. \"Do you really think you still have a chance?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You want my life?\" Voldemort screeched. \"Even if I die, I will return again!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore set aside his questions about John's mysterious resurrection. Calmly, he said, \"Simply taking your life would not satisfy me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He cast a look of quiet pride toward John, as though fighting side by side with him brought him genuine joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I am Lord Voldemort!\" Voldemort shouted. \"I will not die here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised his wand and fired a bolt of green light at Dumbledore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore lifted his wand, flicked it aside, and dodged the attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Voldemort immediately turned his aim on John instead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, he intended to go after the easier prey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I've done what you could not, Tom.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John's expression remained calm as he raised his sword and cleaved through the incoming red light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore followed close, the tip of his wand flickering with tiny flames, casting them like a fisherman's line to ensnare Voldemort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even without Apparition, Voldemort could still fly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He soared upward—only for two owls, one black and one white, to dive from the sky, their sharp talons tearing through his robes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Furious, Voldemort leveled his wand at the blur of white, ready to cast a spell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But from below, a silver flash shot upward, streaking past him and cutting off his incantation. He glanced down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John had leapt into the air, sword gripped in his right hand. With his left, he swung his wand in a powerful arc.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thunder~!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lightning crashed down toward Voldemort, forcing him into a rapid fall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silver light flared—Voldemort caught himself, breaking his descent, twisting swiftly aside to evade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John could see it: seventy percent of Voldemort's strength was fixed on guarding against Dumbledore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seizing the moment, John unleashed a Summoning charm. Voldemort's body jolted midair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swooh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John raised his sword high and drove downward, looking down upon Voldemort from above.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is beyond your reach. You're a coward, Tom.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Neyaaa!!\" Voldemort forced the weight of his fall to vanish. Lucius rushed forward to aid him—only to be hooked and hurled away by Dumbledore's fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he dropped, Voldemort whipped his wand, a jet of green light streaking past John, grazing close before vanishing into the clouds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gripped the Silver Wick sword, light flaring from his boots as he plunged downward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade swung, sharp steel carving arcs of silver. Voldemort raised a Shield Charm, blocking the strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lifted his hand, unleashing an ancient spell. A gust of wind hurled John off balance. Voldemort's wand came up, ready to release the Killing Curse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Dumbledore's spell struck, the ground sinking beneath them, forcing Voldemort to turn and counter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once again, he dragged a witch's statue in front of him as cover. Dumbledore sidestepped the curse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John had already recovered from his stumble. The Silver Wick sword burst into flame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Cut through the thorns!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Voldemort's robes billowed—he summoned serpents, venomous bodies lashing toward John.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The flaming blade cleaved them apart, the stench of charred flesh filling the hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Master, let me help you!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucius, breaking free of his restraints, flung a spell at Dumbledore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without even glancing back, Dumbledore sent a house-elf statue forward to block it, then seized Lucius in its grasp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucius howled and thrashed. John cast him a brief look, then turned away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because in truth, he was waiting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rhythm of the attacks slowed, and John looked as if he were running out of strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While Dumbledore pressed Voldemort, John drifted toward the edge of the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From time to time, he flicked out a couple of spells—Voldemort brushed them aside with ease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry realized that in a battle like this, he couldn't intervene at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sense of frustration welled up inside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What stung even more was the thought that John, someone his own age, was able to fight there while he could only stand and watch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione, meanwhile, had no time to notice Harry's feelings. Seeing her best friend alive and well before her, her emotions surged and tumbled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who is he?\" Harry noticed someone's gaze fixed on him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned and saw, beside Percy, a man with golden hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The way he was being watched made Harry deeply uncomfortable. In that man's eyes, he seemed to be nothing more than something useful—a tool.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sirius's sudden arrival pushed the unease aside for now. Supporting him, Harry asked, \"Are you okay, Sirius?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'm fine,\" Sirius answered with a strained smile, clutching his left ribs. \"Might have broken a few, though.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Glancing toward the fierce clash ahead, Sirius muttered in disbelief, \"That's a student?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That's John.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh..\" Sirius subsonically clutched his rib.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if John wasn't the one directly holding Voldemort at bay, just being able to trade blows in that battle was an extraordinary feat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it were anyone else rushing in, they'd only become a burden to Dumbledore, unable to help at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why isn't Voldemort running?\" someone asked in confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry thought for a moment before answering, \"The Dominion Charm. Back in the graveyard, I saw it—it's some kind of magic that prevents Apparition.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That's brilliant! This time we can finish Voldemort for good!\" Ron shouted excitedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just him—Harry thought the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In their eyes, with Dumbledore there, Voldemort's defeat was certain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Lupin's heart was heavy. He had never imagined that the student could actually be Johnny Silverhand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Johnny Silverhand he knew was never that simple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze fell on John, who lingered near the edges of the fight, contributing only in passing. There was a probing look in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right now, the situation looked overwhelmingly favorable. As long as Dumbledore defeated Voldemort, everything would be over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the more so because reinforcements had yet to arrive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once everyone gathered, not even Voldemort could escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything seemed to be moving in the right direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could it really go this smoothly?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Dumbledore, wielding the Elder Wand, was locked in battle with Voldemort, John suddenly stopped and stepped out of the fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked over to the Constellation Society and said, \"Time to get ready.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the Ministry's atrium, the fireplaces embedded in the walls suddenly flared to life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the next instant, ten beams of light shot straight toward Dumbledore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone's expressions changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the flames within the fireplaces, Death Eaters began to emerge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Voldemort knocked aside Dumbledore's spell and sneered, \"Dumbledore, your end has come.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore turned his head, watching as ten Death Eaters stepped out from the fire. Just as the spells were about to strike him, he swung his wand in a sweeping arc. A goblin statue rushed forward, arms spread wide, shielding him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The barrage blasted dents and craters into the statue's body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Voldemort actually had a backup plan!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed his past failures had finally taught him caution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sacrificing a few insignificant pawns to lure the Aurors away—Dumbledore, now you're the cornered beast.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Voldemort, those who followed him were nothing more than tools to be discarded at will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They weren't even deemed worthy of bearing the Dark Mark—yet Voldemort's true elites had all followed him into the Ministry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a flick of his wand, he freed Lucius from the grip of the house-elf statue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"One of my loyal followers escaped his cage, brought me intelligence, and offered me a strategy.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Voldemort's gaze turned toward one of the Death Eaters who had just arrived. \"Barty Crouch Jr.—you've done well.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the group, Barty Crouch Jr. stepped forward without a word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Barty Jr.?\" Dumbledore's expression finally shifted at the sight of the young man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had been present at that trial—had seen Barty dragged away, then later read of his supposed death in Azkaban.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, here he stood, alive and breathing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could this be?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sirius, too, vaguely remembered the young man's wails echoing through Azkaban, and seeing him now struck him as utterly impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tide had turned. Offense and defense had switched hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>________\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>o(*￣▽￣*)ブSupport and Read 12 Chapters ahead: Patreon\u002FDragonel\u003C\u002Fp>",1669,"2026-06-06T11:45:53.361Z",1,"novelbin.me","fd6ae3e6851ead57e1d40278156ef810ffc70f5d3312daf689835e6d62112bb9","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-372","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-370",577,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-john-wick-cover.jpg"]