[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-hogwarts-john-wick":3,"chapter-hogwarts-john-wick-hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-385":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},1645969,2109,"Chapter 385 385: 385: The blood of the Witchers","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-385",385,"\u003Cp>Under the training of royal wizards bought by the crown with great wealth and the lords who raised them, those adopted children gradually walked different paths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After drinking the new potion, everyone reacted differently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some became strong and brutal like bears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some became sensitive and swift like cats.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some carried venom in their blood, dark as serpents.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some gained the unity and skill of wolves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They each bore distinct traits, and over the years, new categories appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The legion seemed as if it would only grow stronger, but suspicion from the crown and rejection from common folk led to its destruction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They began leaving the kingdom, wandering the lands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those who encountered them gave them a name—witch hunters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In some places, they were called demon hunters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In essence, they belonged neither to wizards nor to Muggles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The side effects of that potion caused the legion to dwindle, leaving only a few of different bloodlines who still carried on the work of slaying magical creatures, taking in the forsaken children of chance to pass on their legacy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sometimes they also played the part of witch hunters—for not all wizards were kind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tunnel finally came to an end, and John had seen the whole of that history.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood in silence for a long while. At the end lay a vast chamber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There, his grandfather and John's uncles were already waiting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His grandfather smiled warmly, kindly. \"Yadani, you've seen that history, haven't you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking across at the gathering, John realized that aside from his mother, all of the Jovonovich children were present.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From his small bag, he drew out the vial of potion—the same substance those people once drank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind his grandfather loomed a castle, built within the heart of the mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Jovonovich are witch hunters?\" John spoke the answer aloud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His grandfather only smiled, beckoning him closer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For an instant, John thought perhaps they had discovered he was a wizard, and his grandfather meant to hunt him down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But on second thought, that seemed unlikely, so he simply walked forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The aged grandfather led John into the castle. At its heart stood a spring, and beside the spring, a sword was embedded deep in the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John recalled the murals' tale of the spring's sorcerer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, that sorcerer could never have lived so long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is our origin—and the Jovonovich line is about to end.\" Grandfather sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the castle, John could see old, timeworn weapons. Once, this had been the domain of witchers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, all they could do was remain hidden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His uncles, too, fell into silence. They were likely the last generation of witchers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A tall silver wolf appeared within the castle, settling gracefully by the spring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It padded over to stand at Grandfather's side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Once, we traded with a sorcerer and gained extraordinary power. But that power came bound with a curse.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Among the witcher schools, only the wolves had the strength to unite all. I once had another wolf—but she abandoned the role of alpha.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grandfather moved to a tall chair and sat, his hand stroking the silver wolf's head as he spoke in a daze. \"I once thought everything would end… until your birth brought me a joy I had never known.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes fixed on John, his voice trembling. \"You are a child of accident, Yadani.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alpha?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A child of accident?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John frowned, not understanding why he was being told this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aleksei stepped forward and explained, \"Great power comes with a vicious curse. That curse is the severing of bloodlines.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your mother—my sister—she was once one of the Jovonovich. And yet, you were born.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wait… are you saying you're not Grandfather's children?\" John looked up at his uncles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By that logic, didn't that mean Grandfather had no children at all?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grandfather nodded. \"The Jovonovich have never passed on through blood, Yadani.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You are the only one.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John froze. So he really was, in every sense, a child of accident.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He quickly asked, \"Then my mother—what about her?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"She was once the best among us, the leader of the Silver Wolf line,\" Sergei said with a sigh. \"But then she fell in love with a foreigner, and for that, she gave up everything.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Cough, cough.\" John choked at the word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Foreigner?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His father didn't even get a name in this story—how pitiful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Back to the point,\" Grandfather looked at John, the kindness in his voice replaced by solemnity. \"Yadani Jovonovich, are you willing to accept yourself?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just him—his uncles were all watching too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some of them looked eager, others worried.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Ding, challenge mission unlocked: Bloodline Awakening. Reward: +1 free attribute point, Blessing: Leader]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing the mission prompt, John fell silent for a moment before asking, \"I want to know—what exactly is a witcher's task nowadays?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a wizard, the idea of being sent to hunt wizards himself was… problematic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I understand your concern, child.\" Grandfather shook his head. \"You carry magic in you, don't you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, his uncles had already noticed this the last time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grandfather smiled faintly. \"We are not old relics. The witchers' very origin was inseparable from wizards.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"In Jovonovich history, what mattered most was clearing away the monsters that plagued the villages—not school-going wizards.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he said this, Grandfather even winked, giving John the strange illusion he was facing Dumbledore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe it was just that old men enjoyed teasing the young. John hesitated briefly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The witcher line was on the verge of extinction, and his grandfather had laid out both the pros and cons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The potion carried the power to awaken bloodline strength, but also placed a tremendous burden on the body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gain and loss went hand in hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After thinking it over, John finally met his grandfather's expectant gaze—and slowly nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grandfather smiled. \"In the presence of the Silver Wolf, Yadani Jovonovich, son of Jovonovich, shall undergo the Trial of Grass.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As his words fell, John saw the spring at the center begin to churn as if boiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a while, the water stilled again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John stepped closer, a strange pull rising in him, as though urging him to jump straight in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Drink the potion, Yadani,\" Grandfather said softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John took out the vial, gripping it tightly in his hand. He glanced around at his uncles, then finally pulled out the stopper and drained it in one go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first nothing happened, but as the seconds ticked by, pain and searing heat spread through his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grandfather stepped down, moving toward John with his uncles gathered around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John's vision swam, his balance faltering before he steadied himself with effort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My child, Yadani—you are the Unexpected Son. The family's bloodline passes on through inheritance and succession.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man cut his palm, bright red blood dripping into the spring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other uncles did the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the elder's blood flowed into the spring, it took shape—forming into a silver wolf.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sheriozha, Valery, and Boris's blood turned into a brown bear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alexi and Igor's blood became a snake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Andrei's blood took the form of a lion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anton and Rieg's blood became a blood-red cat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Valentin's blood turned into a griffin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The blood of Jovonovich protects Yadani. The blood of the Witchers washes away all misfortune and curses.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As more blood poured in, the spring turned crimson.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John, his mind clouded, stepped toward the water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All nine uncles knelt by the spring, pressing their hands to their hearts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grandfather watched John walk forward step by step, his voice drifting into something almost ethereal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let blood and fire forge your strength—step forth as your true self, Yadani.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Silver Wolf carried a bottle in its jaws and laid it before Grandfather.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grandfather took it, uncorked it, and poured the black liquid inside into the spring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he drew the sword resting beside the spring, gripping it with both hands, his expression solemn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the watchful eyes of the half-kneeling Witchers, Grandfather's sword came crashing down against the stone at the edge of the spring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sparks burst forth, scattering into the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment they touched the blood-red waters, they ignited into roaring flames, setting the entire spring ablaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The uncles remained solemn, not flinching even in the face of fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John stepped fully into the spring and sank beneath the surface. The flames seared against his body, yet they could not harm him, nor could they wake him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His consciousness sank with the waters, slipping into a hazy blur.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything before his eyes began to shift, and his body itself was changing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood-colored waves washed over his vision like a baptism, and slowly, his awareness returned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Along with it came voices, indistinct at first, then gradually clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It sounded like someone was calling his name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yadani Jovonovich.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grunt.. He slowly raised his head, his blurred vision sharpening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before him stood a castle—but there was no one around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John's eyes snapped open. He was lying in the spring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The difference was that everything around him was shrouded in gloom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He rose to his feet and glanced outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Grandfather? Uncles? Anyone?\" he called tentatively, but there was no reply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the spring, the sword was still there, though now thick with dust, as if no one had set foot here for a very long time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John wanted to check how much time had passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But just as he reached for his satchel, he froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sound was drawing closer and closer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lifted his head. A dark shadow burst in from the tunnel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next instant, a gaping maw snapped open right before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>________\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>o(*￣▽￣*)ブSupport and Read 12 Chapters ahead: Patreon\u002FDragonel\u003C\u002Fp>",1589,"2026-06-06T11:45:53.361Z",1,"novelbin.me","7b657264d88f108f8cff0183e15cd9ed639434afe71f24f2d9d1c6622ae6b9e8","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-386","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-384",577,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-john-wick-cover.jpg"]