[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-hogwarts-john-wick":3,"chapter-hogwarts-john-wick-hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-405":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},1646189,2109,"Chapter 405 405: 405: Ciri","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-405",405,"\u003Cp>The silver sword guided John on his way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After some days of travel, he finally emerged from the Blue Mountains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Along the road, he slew more than a few magical creatures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of them was a mantis-like beast with an unusually high resistance to magic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His time at Kaer Morhen had yielded plenty—witcher combat techniques and their special potions had benefited him greatly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In alchemy too, he could feel his own progress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fusion of witcher alchemy with wizarding methods gave him a sense of foreboding—by the time he left this world, he might well reach Level 7.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had reforged his Meteor Boots, granting him the ability to fly, though he still preferred to ride on horseback.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boro, after the long winter, had grown somewhat lazy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John suspected the stallion had taken a liking to Geralt's mare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Guess I'll give you a chance to make your dream come true someday,\" John said, patting Boro's neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Using mind magic, John sent his thoughts to Boro, rousing the horse's spirits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He replaced Boro's horseshoes so the stallion wouldn't injure his hooves on the rocky roads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A column of soldiers marched past them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This continent is heading for war,\" John murmured, his eyes darkening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was now in the Kingdom of Lyria.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Along the way, he had heard troubling news—a place called Cintra had been attacked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A massacre had claimed the life of the Lioness of Cintra, its queen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some southern kingdom had somehow gathered the strength to strike so fiercely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>War was always cruel. That never changed—whether in his original world or this one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Witchers stayed neutral, never taking part in wars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John, though not a witcher in the strictest sense, kept to that same neutrality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At times, he even paid out of his own pocket to buy information about magical creatures from war orphans. Though he always insisted it was merely a transaction, the people remembered him as a generous traveler.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His reputation seemed to improve as he journeyed on—the Black Witcher, Yadani, now carried a touch of mercy in his name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John watched the soldiers march off, his thoughts drifting back to his time with Geralt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I remember… Geralt supposedly has a child of surprise in Cintra,\" he murmured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paused for a moment, then drew his silver sword and examined it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The seventh rune, earned during his long journey of slaying magical creatures, was only a shade dimmer than the first six.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Well, I don't really have a destination anyway. Might as well head that way and take a look.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Riding with his sword on his back, he occasionally encountered bandits taking advantage of the chaos. Without exception, they became part of the growing legend of the Black Witcher.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Starting from Redania and passing through the Blue Mountains, John's path was eventually traced by certain watchful eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among them was a sorcerer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stregobor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His legs had been severed by the mutant girl, Renfri, and his body left grievously injured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But sorcerers had far more resilient constitutions than ordinary men. He had managed to flee and return to the Brotherhood on the Isle of Thanedd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There, he recounted his ordeal to the other mages.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a twist—he presented himself as the victim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And claimed that the Black Witcher, in league with the mutant girl, had committed heinous crimes in Blaviken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They intended to slaughter an entire city.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Stregobor said this, the sorcerers present felt a surge of indignation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mutant girl, reviled as a monster, and the witcher, likewise treated as a monster—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Together, they had crippled the esteemed Master Stregobor, severing both his legs and his hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is an abomination,\" said a dark-skinned sorcerer who seemed to hold considerable standing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stregobor, using an illusion to conjure the image of hands and feet for himself, let the corners of his mouth curl upward at the remark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he quickly suppressed the pleasure it brought him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I propose we prepare ourselves and rid the world of that devil of a witcher.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He leveled his accusations against the Black Witcher, placing John in opposition to the Brotherhood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only he knew what truly occupied his thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That witcher, capable of wielding powerful magic, was far more worthy of study than the mutant girl, Renfri.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was convinced it was a curse—an extraordinary curse that had forged an extraordinary witcher.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gathering began to deliberate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We need to focus on preparing for Nilfgaard,\" one sorcerer countered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They're no different,\" Stregobor said arrogantly. \"Both are butchers—both slaughtered an entire city.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Nilfgaard is the greater threat. They're recruiting sorcerers and plotting a war of unprecedented brutality.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The witchers won't intervene,\" another sorcerer replied. \"They remain neutral.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sorcerers of the Brotherhood exchanged glances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the arrogance inherent to their kind kept them from taking a mere kingdom seriously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, behind them stood the entirety of the Northern Kingdoms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That attitude left one of the sorceresses present quietly deep in thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John knew nothing of the sorcerers' quarrels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had seen firsthand the devastation this war had wrought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"These sights,\" he thought, \"will one day be recorded in history books, but no written account could ever convey the true impact.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had left Lyria and was now tossing down a freshly killed deer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was for a merchant's family—the father was away, leaving behind a woman with her children.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As John dropped the deer, the daughter glanced nervously at the sword strapped to his back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Could you tell me if there have been any monsters in the area?\" John asked the girl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl didn't quite look like a farmer's child.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had a high forehead, neatly arched brows, and a wide spacing between her eyes that gave her a striking charm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her hair was white.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John glanced down at her hands—slender, delicate fingers, far too refined for someone raised in a place like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't dwell on it. He had already decided that before heading to Cintra, he would light the seventh rune.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Out here in the wild, a deer was often worth more than gold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John dropped the carcass of a deer at the doorway, startling the woman inside the house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kristida saw the stranger and at first thought he meant harm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In times of war, there was no shortage of men who did terrible things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She instinctively grew wary of John, but relaxed a little when she understood he was proposing a trade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a widow with children, it was only natural to feel nervous at the sight of an armed man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If you're looking for monsters, there's a reed marsh not far from here,\" Kristida said. \"Three corpse-eating wildcats have been lurking there.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the mention of corpses, the little girl beside her shivered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John gave a short nod. \"If that's true, then our trade will be a pleasant one.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at the woman and added, \"I'll need someone to guide me there.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kristida looked a little uneasy. She clearly didn't want to go out with an armed stranger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then, the girl John had first questioned spoke up. \"I'll take you there.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ciri,\" Kristida said to her adopted daughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The white-haired girl showed a resolve far beyond that of an ordinary child. \"I'll guide you, but you have to give us the deer first.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Of course,\" John replied, glancing at the girl who looked about the age of a first-year Hogwarts student.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For all his composure, John himself wasn't yet sixteen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He held out his hand to her. \"I hope you don't mind sharing a horse with me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Of course not.\" Ciri clasped his hand, and John helped her up into the saddle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kristida still looked worried, but Ciri reassured her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let's go.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ciri reached out and took the reins. John loosened his grip, letting her guide Boro.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ciri had ridden horses before, but none had been as steady as this one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they passed a narrow trail, part of the embankment crumbled with a loud crack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the horse showed no fear—didn't even turn its head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That surprised Ciri. She asked curiously, \"What's this horse's name?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Boro.\" John kept his hands well away from the girl, doing his best not to get too close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Boro?\" Ciri called the name tentatively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Boro didn't react at all, leaving her rather frustrated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He's deaf, so he can't hear you,\" John said casually. \"How much farther, Ciri?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ciri looked ahead, a little displeased at his dismissive tone. \"Just past that bend.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fair enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John felt he might as well get off and walk—staying in that one posture just to avoid brushing against Ciri was starting to strain his back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ciri noticed, a bit surprised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She knew she wasn't plain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, she had volunteered to guide him only because of the deer he'd brought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since fleeing Cintra, she had been taken in by Kristida, whose kindness and fairness she deeply appreciated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Helping this traveler was her way of repaying that kindness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, seeing John's restrained manner, she let go of the annoyance she'd felt at his earlier tone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We're here.\" Ciri pulled on the reins, bringing the horse to a stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John dismounted and looked ahead. Before them stretched a dense reed bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the sun dipping low, long shadows reached into the reeds, and crows cawed harshly overhead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The place felt eerie and foreboding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ciri got down from the horse, trying to keep her composure, but she still edged behind John and whispered, \"Those three carrion cats started prowling around here three days ago.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John noticed human bones scattered among the roots of a nearby tree, gnawed clean.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Stay behind me,\" he told her, drawing the sword from his back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ciri felt a surprising sense of safety looking at his broad back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They stepped into the reeds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John lightly tapped the blade against the ground, sending out an invisible ripple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Ciri could react, John spun around, seizing her shoulder and pushing her down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flash of silver swept over her head, followed by a chilling, bloodcurdling screech.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A single drop of blood landed on her ear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Turning slightly, she caught a glimpse out of the corner of her eye—a blood-red feline, as big as a lynx, hung impaled on John's sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had been stalking them silently the moment they entered the reed bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If not for John's swift reaction, the creature would have torn out her throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>________\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>o(*￣▽￣*)ブSupport and Read 12 Chapters ahead: Patreon\u002FDragonel\u003C\u002Fp>",1731,"2026-06-06T11:45:53.362Z",1,"novelbin.me","f70c7b2713913e8e0b47296c0111cb50774c6ec3e66e7c19e665f52d72b7dbfb","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-406","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-404",577,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-john-wick-cover.jpg"]