[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-hogwarts-john-wick":3,"chapter-hogwarts-john-wick-hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-393":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},1645977,2109,"Chapter 393 393: 393: Black-Iron Blood Marquis!!","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-393",393,"\u003Cp>The glowing gem lit up the figure's outline—less a man, more a ghost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the eye sockets of the mask, blood seeped out. Beneath the wizard's robe, what held it up was neither bone nor flesh, but blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John stood there, facing the blood wraith in wizard's robes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes turned a pale gray as he foresaw the outcome of attacking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Physical attacks won't work?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his vision, even when he used a blasting charm, all he managed to do was fling away the creature's robes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was like water slipping through his fingers, impossible to grasp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So John didn't strike. His left hand held his staff, his right gripped his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who are you?\" From their earlier exchange, John could tell this being possessed intelligence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blood wraith seemed surprised by John's patience. It was unlike the hot-headed witcher he expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This tower was built by my ancestor, Dracula,\" the blood wraith said as he slowly advanced toward John. \"And you, witcher, have trespassed into my tower.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he was close enough, the blood wraith bared his fangs—no more pretense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a sudden explosion, his body burst apart, surging into a curtain of blood that rushed toward John.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"As the price, you will pay with everything!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The massive curtain of blood had the power to seep into every pore, to take over another's body—an evil thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But John had already foreseen this move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The same trick would never work twice on a witcher.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And as a wizard, John approved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He drove his staff into the ground. His pupils turned to vertical slits, and from his mouth came an ancient incantation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>||Fiendfyre!||\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the tip of his staff, flames gathered into a massive fireball and hurled into the blood curtain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like cold water poured over a searing iron plate, the blood hissed and sizzled into steam, accompanied by a piercing scream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No—!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How can you use magic?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blood wraith cried out in terror. \"You're not a witcher, you're a wizard!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Never in his wildest imagination did he expect a witcher to suddenly unleash magic right before his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his understanding, witchers relied on swords and various weapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And as a being immune to physical attacks, dealing with witchers should have been effortless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too bad for him, he ran into John, who never followed the usual path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a wizard, John wielded his staff, letting the flames burn ceaselessly until the blood wraith was roasted and evaporated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sight left John's uncles utterly speechless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was their first time seeing a blood wraith, but their witcher instincts told them one thing—To defeat such a creature, the price would have been devastating!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And most likely, they would have been killed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not because they lacked strength, but because they had encountered a natural counter to their kind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blood wraith was like water, immune to physical strikes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every attack a witcher relied on was useless against it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But John didn't play by those rules—on the surface a witcher, yet secretly armed with magic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the blood wraith's greatest downfall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Underestimating an opponent leads to defeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To make sure the blood wraith was truly dead, John even burned its robes for good measure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But beneath the table, a drop of blood slipped away, creeping toward the bookshelf.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Impossible… I am a Blood Marquis. How could I die so easily?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blood let out a resentful growl. It had waited so long, and at last it had found a chance to escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To enter this place, it had sacrificed its body and sealed off its way back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A witcher's body had given it hope of returning to its peak—but John's single fire curse had destroyed everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It refused to accept this. It was immortal. As long as it survived, once the wizard tower opened again, there would still be a chance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that thought, the Blood Marquis crept closer to the base of the bookshelf.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Using it as cover, he would finally be safe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Survival was within reach—when a red-hot blade pierced straight into the drop of blood, cutting off every possibility of escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The searing heat evaporated it in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John withdrew his sword, thinking, This thing could still move even with just a single drop of blood… what on earth was it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was nothing in his knowledge that recorded such a creature. Perhaps it was a curse, something like a bloodborne curse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the blood evaporated, a streak of red light appeared out of thin air and sank into his blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The third rune lit up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John froze. To him, aside from being a little strange, this thing had been finished off with just one fire spell. Maybe it was just some kind of \"mini-boss.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fact that the third rune lit up all at once meant this was at least a trial boss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Too weak,\" John muttered. He felt even Malfoy could have handled it easily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fifth floor that had lit up remained unaffected by the battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its glowing patterns pulsed, guiding John in a certain direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The staff, huh?\" He sensed that everything was tied to the staff in his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Following the light, the bookshelves parted to either side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John ventured deeper, and a few of the books caught his attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hmm.. These are runes.\" He raised his hand and summoned one of the books.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside, runic script was recorded. More than that, as the shelves shifted, they formed into a great formation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Runes were ancient symbols, so their appearance here wasn't surprising—but it did spark John's curiosity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the center stood a pedestal of crystal joined with black stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On it was a socket, shaped to fit the staff he carried.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having reached this place, John naturally wouldn't just walk away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He set the staff onto the pedestal and drew his wand, staying alert.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the staff was set into place, the crystal burst into light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beams from countless gems twisted together by some unseen force and streamed into the head of the staff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At its head was a gray-white diamond-shaped stone. After absorbing the gems' energy, the stone projected a mark onto the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mark quickly shrank, transforming into a silver key-shaped necklace in the form of the number \"8,\" floating in midair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John used his wand to pull the key necklace down. As he did, the surrounding glow faded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What's this key for?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As an alchemist, his first instinct was to examine it closely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within the key was a kind of unlocking magic. Unlike Alohomora, this was a protective enchantment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Something like the Fidelius Charm's Secret Keeper,\" he concluded, before slipping the key into his pocket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The place being protected could only be found by using this key.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And if it warranted such heavy safeguards, chances were it held something valuable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pulling the staff free, John watched as the bookshelves shifted back into place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The glowing traces on the floor confirmed his suspicion: this wizard tower was a massive magical amplifier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its exact purpose, though, could only be revealed once John traversed the entire tower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He continued upward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reaching the sixth floor, he found himself in a garden, lush with greenery. Interwoven paths crisscrossed the space, forming a labyrinth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After some time navigating it, John finally emerged and reached the seventh floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Here, a school was hidden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike Hogwarts, this place gave off a suffocating atmosphere, with everything perfectly uniform.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several classrooms looked as if they'd been conjured by a Copying Spell—each one exactly the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The way up was concealed above a pool, in which lay the bodies of long-dead eels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The eighth floor held countless star models, each glowing star drifting through the air, simulating the universe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room itself seemed as vast and boundless as the cosmos. John walked back and forth, yet found no entrance to the ninth floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stopped—and footsteps echoed in his ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The instant they neared, he spun around and caught the dagger aimed at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Heh~\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a twist of his right hand, he wrenched the ornate blade away and pressed it to the attacker's throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Apparently unprepared for John's swift reaction, the intruder went rigid. On their long, pale neck, goosebumps rose under the cold touch of steel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John fixed his gaze on the figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her golden hair fell like silk; gray-blue eyes and pale skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a short, startled breath, the woman fixed her gaze on John.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who are you? Why are you here? How did you get in?\" Three questions in a row—she sounded furious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John's expression went cold. \"Those are the questions I should be asking. Who are you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Being the second person to appear in the wizard tower, John naturally wasn't going to let her slip by unexplored.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wanted to retort, but the chill of steel at her throat made her relent. \"I'm the owner here—Emily.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Owner?\" John eyed her skeptically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His doubt stung Emily. She snapped, \"It will be, sooner or later.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emily noticed the sword on John's back and then the staff in his left hand; her face changed instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You pulled out the gray-crystal staff?\" she barked. \"You stupid marmot, you'll unleash the Black-Iron Blood Marquis!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If that happens, the whole city will be plunged into disaster.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Calling John a marmot set his face dark. Had she not realized their situation?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Emily seemed to give up on subtlety. \"Great—now that the Blood Marquis can find us, we'll die here. Where did you even come from, you reckless fool!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John: (╬▔皿▔)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>________\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>o(*￣▽￣*)ブSupport and Read 12 Chapters ahead: Patreon\u002FDragonel\u003C\u002Fp>",1588,"2026-06-06T11:45:53.361Z",1,"novelbin.me","73261744152ee084c37f006fb0841c877957b481e4a8e386e5ac4a47173fa22b","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-394","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-392",577,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-john-wick-cover.jpg"]