[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-hogwarts-john-wick":3,"chapter-hogwarts-john-wick-hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-383":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},1645967,2109,"Chapter 383 383: 383: Searching for the Secret","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-383",383,"\u003Cp>London's recent bout of extreme weather had drawn quite a bit of attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, the government stepped forward to issue a statement, reassuring citizens to put their minds at ease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Life in London returned to its usual routine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the airport.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Wick family waited in the departure lounge. In this day and age, anyone flying had to have a bit of money to spare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watson glanced around to make sure no one was watching, then pulled something out of his pocket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John looked over—and was stunned to see that his dad had brought along a Golden Snitch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What was even more surprising was how quick his dad's reflexes were.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He let go of the Snitch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment it fluttered up, his dad snatched it right back out of the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over and over again, his father kept at it, showing off to John with all the pomp of a peacock displaying its feathers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"See? After a year of practice, I can catch it now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They couldn't exactly bring broomsticks on the plane, but sneaking something like this through still gave a certain thrill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John couldn't help clapping at his dad's sharp reflexes. And then…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Can I see it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Of course.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watson, completely unsuspecting, handed the Golden Snitch over without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John promptly slipped it into his satchel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eh..?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watson froze, his expression stiff. He hadn't expected that after finally getting the chance to show off, he'd lose so thoroughly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He still had a trace of smugness on his face that hadn't had time to fade, making the defeat sting even more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the light drained out of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John felt eyes on him. He turned his head to see a little boy, no more than six years old, staring at the Snitch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy tugged at his mother's sleeve, trying to make her see the flying ball.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mother only replied, \"Oh, my dear, you look more like a ball yourself.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When it was time to board, nothing unusual happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sitting on the plane, John was struck by a strange feeling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I've flown so many times, but somehow sitting on a plane still feels unnatural.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he wanted, he could Apparate straight there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the plane had been in the air for a while, John heard a commotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze shifted to his father's hand, which was sneaking into his satchel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two locked eyes in silence. John's expression stayed calm as he turned his attention toward Mrs. Wick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Between mother and son, there was an unspoken understanding. Watson was dragged back to his seat by the ear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There's a fight breaking out over there.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once his father was gone, John listened carefully to the noises.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their family was in first class, where there were only a handful of passengers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But economy class was different—crowded and chaotic, disputes were normal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the racket didn't sound like an ordinary argument.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before long, the quarrel escalated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Screams and furious shouts rang out one after another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A man with a gun burst into first class, pointing it at a flight attendant. \"Nobody move!\" he shouted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John's expression cleared. \"So it's a hijacking.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No wonder there'd been such an uproar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hijacking? Well, that's nothing to worry about.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After securing the flight attendant, another man rushed in, flustered and panicked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What do we do now?\" Unlike the first, he was anything but calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first hijacker, however, was steady. \"We've already planted bombs on this plane. If you don't want to die, you'd better cooperate.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John raised his brows in surprise. Bombs too? So this had been planned well in advance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he was thinking it over, he caught sight of his father sneaking around, clearly intending to ambush the hijackers with a one-against-two takedown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The second hijacker, jittery and scanning the cabin, spotted Watson's movement. His nerves snapped, and he shouted, \"Don't move!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watson froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd been mid-crawl, and now he was stuck in an awkward pose—unable to move forward, unable to back out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The second hijacker's shout drew the first one's attention too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John sighed helplessly. His father really must have been a Gryffindor at heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why did he feel the need to get involved in everything?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now John would have to clean up the mess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tapped his finger lightly against the window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A ripple of invisible magic spread outward, mapping the entire situation inside the plane back to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aside from the two hijackers in the cabin, there was a third one outside keeping watch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The flight was carrying quite a few Russian passengers—some of them were even cursing loudly in Russian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the hijackers leveled his gun at Watson, ready to make an example out of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sigh..\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John picked up the pencil tucked between the pages of his book.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His steps made no sound at all. The moment the hijacker's lips curled into a cruel smile, the pencil moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hijacker jerked, as if something had ..bitten into him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The plane landed safely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hijackers, however, didn't fare so well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Police cars arrived—and Watson was taken away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He now had to explain why a pencil was lodged in the hijacker's eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bombs, as it turned out, were fake. Those three idiots had probably watched too many movies and thought they could blackmail the government like that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John waved at his father, wishing him luck in explaining his \"heroic\" deed in a foreign country where he didn't speak the language.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mrs. Wick set foot on her homeland again, looking far happier than before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Watson being taken away didn't dampen her spirits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An old Santana pulled up at the airport entrance. Out stepped her uncle, Seriozha.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My dear sister, and my beloved Yadani!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seriozha embraced his sister and John warmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He clapped John hard on the shoulder and boomed, \"Look at our Yadani—you've grown into a man!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not once during the whole reunion did Seriozha ask about his good brother-in-law, Watson.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watson from somewhere: So love really does fade, huh?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They piled into the Santana, and Seriozha drove them toward the Jovonovich estate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes—estate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Jovonovich family had once been true lords, and the village they were heading to lay within their domain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After leaving the airport, the road carried them straight into the village.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Santana rolled to a stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mrs. Wick stepped out and gazed at the buildings with a face full of nostalgia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the village, the largest building was the church, followed by the Jovonovich family home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John looked up and spotted two crows perched atop a tree.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Those are the old man's pets,\" Seriozha said, noticing John's gaze. \"Do you remember? You once used those crows for target practice.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John was stunned. Those crows were still alive? He had been a child back then—nearly ten years had passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crows spotted John, let out a harsh caw, and took to the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John stepped into the Jovonovich house and came face to face with his grandfather.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man looked to be in his seventies or eighties, his chin covered by a thick, white beard like a tuft of wool.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Father.\" Mrs. Wick shed her usual elegant demeanor and hurried over, nestling against the old man's side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He smiled warmly, patting her arm with a gentle hand as he sighed, \"Look at you, my daughter. The head wolf of the Jovonovich clan has finally returned to her homeland.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he turned his gaze to John, his eyes alight with emotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yadani, my child.\" His face broke into a broad smile as he opened his arms. \"Let your grandfather have a good look at you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John wasn't a kid anymore, but he still felt a little awkward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John stepped forward, and his grandfather pulled him into a firm embrace. \"You look like you've endured plenty of hardship, but you've truly transformed from a boy into a man.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Grandfather,\" John said softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His grandfather's arms were strong, steady.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Jovonovich fear no hardship. Are you ready, Yadani?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his grandfather's eyes, John saw something deeper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a question—was he prepared to accept his bloodline?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Once you accept it, there's no turning back. Alexei told me you already have the strength to bear the history of the Jovonovich.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though aged, his grandfather carried himself like a snow wolf, brimming with authority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John thought for a moment before nodding. \"If possible, I want to know.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to uncover the truth about that vial and what the Jovonovich bloodline truly meant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His grandfather looked pleased and welcomed both mother and son inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John saw his two aunts again—they were just as before, still fond of calling him Little Yadani.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Jovonovich held a feast to welcome the Wick family's return.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Halfway through, Watson finally arrived, dragging a heavy suitcase and stepping out of a police car.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mm, it was Andrei who opened the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Seriozha dragged Watson off to drink two bottles of vodka with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time night fell, Watson was already sprawled on the bed, not moving an inch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Out in the courtyard, two crows perched on a tree.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two shadows swooped down—one black, one white—John's owls landed on the opposite branch, locking eyes with the crows in a tense stare-off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tom bounded out, circling the tree with her tail wagging.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, John was taken away by his uncles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their destination was the place that held the history of the Jovonovich.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the secrets would be revealed there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>________\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>o(*￣▽￣*)ブSupport and Read 12 Chapters ahead: Patreon\u002FDragonel\u003C\u002Fp>",1579,"2026-06-06T11:45:53.361Z",1,"novelbin.me","7a48fff85e713be6dde7dbd7a7c58c99f1c39f4ac164e2b0f71510ef28513eec","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-384","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-382",577,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-john-wick-cover.jpg"]