[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-hogwarts-john-wick":3,"chapter-hogwarts-john-wick-hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-386":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},1645970,2109,"Chapter 386 386: 386: I Entered the Trial","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-386",386,"\u003Cp>A moment later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John sat by the spring, lost in thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Did I just… travel through again?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The unfamiliar castle made him wonder if he'd somehow crossed over once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze fell on the massive wild boar he had just killed, its sharp tusks severed cleanly with a single stroke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sword he used was the one by the spring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised his hand and pressed lightly toward the boar, sending its body flying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Magic still works. That's at least some good news.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Ding, Challenge Mission: Dream Trial. Reward: Free Attribute Point +1]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The task appeared, but with no clear objective.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If John guessed right, this had to be the work of that so-called trial.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything here felt far too real. If he hadn't just been startled by the boar, he wouldn't have instinctively grabbed the sword and cut it down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brushing the dust off as he stood, he glanced down at the spring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its water was crystal clear, giving no sign of being a way back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which means, as the name suggested, he had to complete the trial before he could return.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, his satchel was still with him. Opening it, he checked inside—nothing was missing, but there was a problem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His protective charms, rings, and the like had all turned into mere trinkets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He picked up a Ring of Strikes, only to find its magic completely gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Walking over to the boar, John pulled the sword free from its body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He examined it closely. The blade was etched with patterns that looked like some kind of runes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the boar's corpse, threads of crimson light seeped into the sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The runes glowed brighter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were ten such runes in total.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John flicked the blade with his finger. It seemed to be a silver sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a gesture, the scabbard embedded in the ground flew into his hand. He slid the sword back in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Was that thing just now… 'experience points'?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The whole thing felt suspiciously like leveling up from killing monsters. Slinging the sword across his back, John figured this so-called trial was essentially about hunting down magical creatures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Walking along the tunnel, he noticed the murals on the walls had vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The smooth stone looked as if no murals had ever existed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he first arrived it had been night, but stepping outside now, he was met with a world of white snow, and he fell into thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A gust of cold wind swept past. At the mouth of the cave were traces of animal activity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most likely left by that boar from before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snow was drifting into the cave, the temperature dropping sharply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John lifted his hand, catching a snowflake. The icy touch was indistinguishable from reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through the swirling snow, someone was struggling closer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before they could reach him, John watched the figure collapse stiffly into the snow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He froze for a moment, then cast a Summoning Charm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A trail was dragged across the snow as the figure was pulled toward the cave entrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John's eyes fixed on the person—or rather, on their clothes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not modern attire, but coarse, roughly made linen, the kind commoners wore in some bygone era.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air grew colder and colder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The heavy snow was shifting toward a full blizzard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cave entrance offered no shelter from the wind, and the person he had dragged inside was turning pale and blue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John had no choice but to carry them into the castle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the doors shut behind him, the interior felt all the more eerie and oppressive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some parts were badly decayed, and faint drafts whistled through the gaps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finding a chair, John raised his hand and shattered it into wooden strips with magic, piling them up for firewood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a point of his finger, flames flared to life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The temperature began to rise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Rennervate.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He cast the spell, rousing the person back to consciousness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as soon as they woke, they scrambled backward in terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Monster!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eh..? Monster?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John's brows furrowed. That was a rather rude way to treat the man who had just saved your life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Realizing his reaction had offended John, the man dropped to his knees in terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At last, under John's questioning, he explained the truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fear came from the legends of the mountains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This place had always been shrouded in mystery, said to be home to terrifying beings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man himself was a hunter. He had gone up the mountain to hunt but was trapped by the snowstorm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unknowingly, he had wandered here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From him, John learned the current time—more precisely, the current world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a society structured like a medieval kingdom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Villages were often plagued by raids, and on full-moon nights, werewolves slaughtered villagers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, this was no technological society.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it was just as clear that danger was everywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gravest threats came from magical creatures—and from a few infamous wizards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man's name was Parker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing that John showed no hostility, Parker gradually lowered his guard and finally got a good look at the so-called \"monster.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was very young.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Parker noticed the slain boar, his jaw dropped in astonishment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You killed this?\" Parker asked respectfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For someone powerful, no matter the era, respect was instinctive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Catching his eager expression, John said casually, \"What's the problem?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Honored sir, I hope you might help us deal with the werewolves.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Afraid John might refuse, Parker quickly added, \"Of course, our village will offer proper payment.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John considered his current confusion. Perhaps going to the village wasn't a bad idea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he agreed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside, the snowstorm gradually ceased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Parker led the way, guiding John down the mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After reaching the village at the foot of the mountain, John could confirm it—he had indeed arrived somewhere else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This village was completely different from the Jovonovich estate. It wasn't very large, and John could see a number of people moving about.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They all stared curiously at the outsider.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John noticed their clothing—it resembled medieval garb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Parker led John to a house that looked a bit wealthier than the rest and knocked heavily on the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a while, the door opened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An old man stepped out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bent with age, the elder was surprised to see Parker alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Parker, you're still alive?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Village chief, I've brought a friend. He's willing to help us deal with the werewolf problem.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John noticed the chief's face change at the mention of werewolves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chief looked past Parker. John stood there, his clothing completely out of place in the setting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After studying him for a moment, the chief said disapprovingly, \"Parker, your friend can't help us.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Panicked, Parker quickly argued, \"Village chief, this friend killed the great boar on the mountain—he has tremendous strength.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That big boar?\" The village chief looked surprised, but still shook his head skeptically. \"Young man, I've seen too many like you. They all thought they could handle that monster.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Plenty of adventurers had come seeking to slay the werewolf. Without exception, every one of them had died.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John chuckled lightly. \"In that case, adding me to the list doesn't seem like much of a problem.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chief hesitated, then finally shook his head. \"I don't want to see you throw your life away.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John stared at him for a moment, then nodded. \"Fair enough. They say good advice fills the belly—so I'll mind my own business.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That made Parker panic; the last thing he wanted was to end up with his throat ripped out by a werewolf someday.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John gave him a look, signaling him to keep quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chief smiled in relief and was about to offer hospitality to this traveler from afar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But John wasn't interested—he left directly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Parker hurried after him, opening his mouth several times along the way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I know what you want to ask,\" John stopped, speaking casually. \"When the werewolf shows itself, I'll step in.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But you…\" Parker looked shocked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don't have to listen to the chief.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't like some game quest—he didn't need to formally accept it in order to act.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John planned to wait until the werewolf appeared to see for himself—and also confirm the exact requirements of the trial.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Parker was a bit confused, but obediently led John back to his home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From his small satchel, John handed Parker an emerald ring, telling him to sell it and use the money to buy him a set of clothes and some local currency.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now that these gems no longer held any magical power, they were better off exchanged for cash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he had underestimated their value. Parker returned with clothes, but the gem remained unsold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one in the village could afford it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This kind of thing would only sell in a proper town,\" Parker explained. Out of his own pocket, he had bought John a set of clothes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing that, John took back the gem and changed into the clothes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At last, he no longer stood out from the villagers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stayed in the village for two days, waiting until the night of the full moon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Parker hid inside his house, trembling, while John heard the sound of a wolf's howl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Straightening his clothes, he picked up his sword and walked outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the full moon stood a gaunt, skeletal werewolf, upright on its hind legs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a wizard, John naturally knew that werewolves were once human.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He fixed his gaze on the spot where the creature had appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was still a rope around the werewolf's neck—clearly, it had broken free from its restraints.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At its feet stood the village chief's house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John slowly drew his sword, and the werewolf noticed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wonder if a bite from the werewolves here spreads the curse the same way,\" John muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By then, the werewolf was already charging at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>________\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>o(*￣▽￣*)ブSupport and Read 12 Chapters ahead: Patreon\u002FDragonel\u003C\u002Fp>",1635,"2026-06-06T11:45:53.361Z",1,"novelbin.me","5b532c51ebf419642f33de7fdb4abc5df4175506a8a2ae0325dd35b0beff8ade","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-387","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-385",577,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-john-wick-cover.jpg"]