[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-hogwarts-john-wick":3,"chapter-hogwarts-john-wick-hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-395":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},1645979,2109,"Chapter 395 395: 395: The Black Witcher, Yadani","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-395",395,"\u003Cp>For traveling outdoors, it was always best to follow a stream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John set up camp by the water, feeling a pang of nostalgia for his fully automated luxury tent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unfortunately, none of those magical items worked here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a snap of his fingers over the collected firewood, a campfire flared to life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John could push himself to travel nonstop for a day and night, but his horse couldn't.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boro stayed quietly by a tree, grazing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Being deaf had its pros and cons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For instance, it made him prone to ignoring his master's commands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that wasn't a real problem for John, since he could communicate through mind magic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It ensured Boro wouldn't be startled by outside noise and made him even more obedient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leaning against a tree, John wove a bed out of vines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lay there, gazing up at the stars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The monolith, huh.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His thoughts were still circling around the research in Black Hawk Tower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those Independent wizards had treated the monolith as their secret weapon of research—clearly, it wasn't something simple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Dream trials… there really are all kinds of interesting things here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So far, everything John had encountered in the dream trial was completely different from what he studied at Hogwarts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kingdoms, witchers, wizards, the Black Tower, blood fiends, the monolith…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It also gave John the chance to learn things beyond witcher knowledge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like runes, for instance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He opened his satchel, revealing several books written in runes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At Hogwarts, runes were usually just used for translation exams.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as an ancient language, runes held tremendous power within them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These books contained records far more detailed than anything in the Hogwarts library.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't that Hogwarts lacked quality—rather, with runes, the older the sources, the greater the value.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had even found books written by goblins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those could greatly aid his mastery of runes while also refining his alchemy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sky was just beginning to lighten.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John put out the campfire and rode north.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike other witchers, John carried himself with far too much ease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He never lacked money, while the rest of them, thanks to their profession, were so poor they were practically down to their last pair of trousers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wild beasts were common along the stream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Keep moving. Before long, there'll be a small town.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John calculated the distance, estimating it would take another four days to reach it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He studied the map, noting the marked distances and the taverns scattered in small settlements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn't help but suspect that the innkeeper who'd sold him the map belonged to some kind of organization. In a time without communication networks, how could such detailed maps even exist?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he pressed forward, the forest slowly shifted to a greener shade, as though winter were giving way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That day, John stopped to rest. The stream still carried a trace of icy chill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felled a dead tree, the crash startling a flock of white birds into flight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boro was bent over the stream drinking, deafness keeping him oblivious to the noise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John cut the tree into firewood, smoke rising as it burned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He skewered a few fish he'd caught in the stream—he had never been one for eating raw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the fish roasted over the flames, the rich scent of meat drifted out into the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John ate two of them, his appetite sharpened by days of travel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tossed the fish bones back into the stream, a small offering to the little fish that lived there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as he was about to leave, he felt a tremor rippling through the ground from afar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crouching, he fixed his eyes on the pebbles bouncing at his feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he looked up again, a massive bear barreled through the trees, smoke and dust trailing in its wake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its fur was a deep brown, and even the sound of its charge was enough to chill the blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As it drew closer, the sight of its hulking body made the pressure even more visceral.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It stood easily over three meters tall, one massive paw swiping down to snap a tree in half as though it were a twig.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John swung into the saddle without hesitation, urging Boro to race along the stream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The horse's hooves pounded the soil, leaving deep prints behind, while the bear chased relentlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John steered toward the forest, using the narrow paths to push his mount to greater speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the bear simply smashed through trees, cutting straight across in a brutal shortcut, and managed to appear ahead of him on the rugged trail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The beast loomed in front, yet instead of slowing down, John spurred Boro faster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Any other horse might have frozen in terror before the charging bear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Boro, deaf to the roar and crashing trees, only quickened her pace, charging straight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bear raised one massive paw, ready to crush the two small figures beneath it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John drew the sword from his back, its three glowing runes gleaming brilliantly under the sunlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Boro closed the distance, John let go of the reins and gripped the sword with both hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He twisted from the waist, gathering all his strength, and swung.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The silver arc cut through the air faster than the horse, slicing cleanly across the beast's coarse hide just before the paw could land.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood spattered as the bear bellowed in fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"ROAR—!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The strike hadn't killed it—its hide was monstrously tough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bear smashed a boulder taller than a man into shards, sending them hurtling toward John.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John pulled his wand in an instant, casting a Shield Charm to block the barrage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he leapt from the saddle, soaring toward the bear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With his sword reversed in one hand, he aimed straight for its eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The great bear sensed the danger and reared up, both paws poised to crush John into the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John raised his wand, aimed at its legs, and cast the Leg-Locker Curse!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The beast's stance collapsed instantly, its hind legs buckling. It crashed down awkwardly, barely catching itself with its forepaws.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as it lifted its head, the silver blade filled its vision—then pierced through its eye, driving straight into its brain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The agony made the bear thrash violently, and John was flung aside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He twisted midair and landed hard, while the creature staggered, the sword lodged deep in its skull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half a minute later, the bear finally collapsed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The clearing lay in ruin—trees shattered, a dozen or more snapped like twigs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This thing really was stubbornly alive,\" John muttered, stepping forward to wrench the silver sword free.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade had sunk in to the hilt. When he pulled it loose, he noticed the fourth rune along its length was now glowing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Another trial boss?\" He couldn't help his surprise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt as though his trial kept advancing on its own, step by step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Glancing at the carcass, he considered, Maybe I can sell this for some coin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With less than a day's travel to the next town, John took some time to skin the bear before moving on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Castle, by the spring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The forest bear—he's finally faced a proper trial,\" Alexei remarked with emotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among the Jovonovich, quite a few had gone through this particular test, Seriozha included.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most, when facing the bear, preferred to wear it down with roundabout tactics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Charging in head-on the way John did? Other than that reckless brute Boris, hardly anyone ever tried it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A sharp move, though—he knew the bear's weak spot was its hind legs,\" Seriozha praised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The real question is how far Yadani can go,\" Andrei added.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By this point, John had already met the requirements of the dream trial.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Surviving three trials was enough to bring it to an end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if one didn't end it voluntarily, the trial would simply keep going.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Jovonovich were eager to see just how far John could push forward—and even more curious which bloodline path he would awaken to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While they speculated, John finally arrived at a town.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The town was called Blaviken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After entering, John's first priority was to find lodging.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After spending several days outdoors, John needed to replenish his supplies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He left Boro in the stable, then stepped into the tavern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Taverns were always the best places to pick up information—Hogsmeade was no exception.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"..The Tuna Tavern?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at this building, clearly more refined than those around it, John couldn't help but reflect on how plain wizards tended to be.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He still couldn't figure out why the Hog's Head's owner never bothered to clean the place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pushing the door open, the creak was swallowed up by the noise inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John was dressed in a set of black robes he'd bought in Konsang before leaving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That attire made him stand out a little in the tavern, drawing several curious glances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First at the black robes—then at the silver sword, half-visible at his side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A woman noticed it, her hand pausing briefly on her cup before her eyes shifted up to his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John caught that someone was watching him, but he paid it no mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These days of living like a swordsman had given him a bit of wildness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crossing the room, he went straight up to the tavernkeeper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hot food. Nothing cold.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John was still carrying the bearskin he had stripped from the giant bear. He asked, \"Do you know where I can sell this?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tavernkeeper's eyes widened at the sight. \"Good heavens—you killed that forest demon?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Happened to run into it.\" John shrugged, setting the pelt on the table. The tavern instantly fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No need to sell it. If you're short on money, you can claim a bounty for it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A voice, smooth and intoxicating like fine red wine, drifted over. John turned his head to see a woman smiling at him over the rim of her cup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If you don't know the way, I can guide you.\" She lifted her glass. \"Renfri. You must be that man from the stories, aren't you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Black Witcher—Yadani.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>________\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>o(*￣▽￣*)ブSupport and Read 12 Chapters ahead: Patreon\u002FDragonel\u003C\u002Fp>",1672,"2026-06-06T11:45:53.361Z",1,"novelbin.me","981f8a064686d11225ed7b9e9b7cc3e13c971986128e28ba1711cc2c7ae8e1c6","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-396","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-394",577,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-john-wick-cover.jpg"]