[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-hogwarts-john-wick":3,"chapter-hogwarts-john-wick-hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-406":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},1646190,2109,"Chapter 406 406: 406: Let's just call it fate","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-406",406,"\u003Cp>\"Grab my cloak.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John gave a low command, lifting his left hand to fling the blood cat's body aside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His pupils narrowed into slits, and in the darkness came two sharp, infant-like cries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He cast a heightened sensory spell, trying to locate the remaining blood cats.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Creatures like these couldn't be heard unless seen with the naked eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Their fur can even block detection.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John narrowed his eyes. The one that attacked earlier had revealed itself only because its tail brushed against the reeds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ciri clutched the hem of his coat, keeping close behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Looks like I made a mistake,\" John said quietly. \"I should've sent you away.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don't underestimate me,\" Ciri shot back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John unfastened his bearskin cloak and threw it over her shoulders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This cloak has some defensive enchantments. It won't keep you from dying outright, but it'll stop you from being burned.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Burned?\" Ciri froze for a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John's gaze swept quickly through the reeds. Since he couldn't find them, he'd simply force them out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He drew his wand. \"Incendio!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ancient incantation rolled off his tongue, making Ciri freeze for a moment—something about it stirred an inexplicable sense of familiarity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she understood why John had said she wouldn't be burned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flames streamed from the wand's tip, spreading through the reeds until the whole field became a sea of fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reeds, being highly flammable, caught instantly, blazing out of control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From within the inferno came another round of piercing, agonized screeches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John immediately locked onto the sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised his left hand—an invisible shockwave burst forward, obliterating every obstruction in front of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A blood-red cat, its fur mottled brown and crimson, was exposed. Purple light flared along the engraved patterns of John's boots.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Ciri could react, John vanished. The next second, an ear-splitting, infant-like wail tore through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John's kick shattered the creature's bones; his sword followed, slicing clean through its head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The second blood cat fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ciri's face lit up with relief—but before she could even breathe out, she felt a deadly chill rise from behind her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as the chill of death closed in, Ciri instinctively stepped forward—only to gasp in pain as heat seared through her back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A deep claw mark had torn across the bearskin cloak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She turned sharply and saw a blood cat, its entire body wreathed in flames, hissing in fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before it could lunge again, a streak of silver flashed through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The silver sword pierced straight through its neck, pinning both the creature and the flame to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John strode over and lifted the edge of Ciri's cloak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The claws hadn't penetrated the bearskin, but the force of the blow had shredded the back of her clothes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's fine,\" John said, pulling her to her feet. \"Your clothes just took some damage.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ciri hurriedly reached back, feeling the torn fabric with trembling fingers. Her face fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the same outfit she'd worn when she escaped from Cintra—one of the last things that still connected her to her home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Reparo.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ciri looked up in surprise at the soft murmur.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where John's wand pointed, the shredded fabric began knitting itself back together, good as new.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a kind of magic she had never seen before—not even from the court mages.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After repairing her clothes, John cast a sensory charm to make sure no more monsters were nearby, then extended his hand toward Ciri.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ciri blinked in confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My cloak,\" John said, gesturing for her to return it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ciri took a deep breath. For some reason, she suddenly found him irritating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gratitude she'd felt a moment ago vanished without a trace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time the blood cats were dealt with, night had fully fallen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John had successfully lit the seventh rune.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He started back toward the house with Ciri—there was no way he would let her walk alone in the dark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, though, he didn't mount the horse. Instead, he let Ciri ride while he led the way on foot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What's your name?\" Ciri asked after a moment, curiosity getting the better of her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And why do you go around killing monsters?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's… a kind of mission,\" John replied casually, leading the horse along the narrow path. \"My name is Yadani.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yadani?\" Ciri repeated, frowning slightly. The name sounded oddly familiar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though night had fallen, John moved as if it made no difference to him at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two of them made their way toward Ciri's foster mother's house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sudden wolf's howl—\"Awooo—!\"—made John stop in his tracks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked up. Under the moonlight, a white wolf stood in the distance, its fur glimmering faintly with silver light as it gazed in their direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What is that?\" Ciri asked, eyes wide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A kind of sign,\" John said quietly. He could feel it—somehow, his time here might be coming to an end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ciri didn't understand what he meant by \"sign,\" and the white wolf vanished soon after.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When they arrived back at her foster mother's home, Cristida finally let out the breath she'd been holding upon seeing Ciri safe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Traveler, why don't you stay the night here?\" she offered warmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grateful for the deer meat John had brought, Cristida insisted he rest for the night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was a kind woman—after all, she had taken in Ciri as her own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John was about to refuse when he noticed Borro staring toward the stable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Following his gaze, John saw freshly pulled carrots lying there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alright, I'll pay for them.\" John pointed at the carrots. \"One gold coin for the lot.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cristida was about to refuse, but John had already set the coin down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He placed the carrots in front of Borro, who began crunching away contentedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cristida's son came out then, and when he saw John carrying a sword, his expression grew wary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Cristida told him about what John had done, he turned to Ciri, still skeptical.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He really killed those three monster cats?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ciri nodded. Once he heard that, the boy's eyes filled with admiration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reached out, wanting to touch John's sword—but John simply advised, \"Best not to.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy withdrew his hand reluctantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cristida cooked the venison with red wine, turning it into a rich, savory dish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The aroma filled the air, making everyone's mouths water—even Ciri, who hadn't eaten anything this good in days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the children devour the food so eagerly, Cristida felt a quiet pride.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John washed his face outside before coming back in, wiping away the dust of travel and revealing a youthful face beneath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three of them were momentarily stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John's composure often made people forget just how young he was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How old are you?\" Ciri couldn't help but ask.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fifteen.\" John wiped his hands, then used his fork to spear a piece of venison and pop it into his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cristida instinctively glanced at her son—John was about the same age as him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He really didn't act like an ordinary boy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chewing his food, John said vaguely, \"I'll pay for the dinner as well.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ciri found it strange—every word out of his mouth seemed to revolve around payment and transactions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the mention of money, Cristida's son's eyes lit up. \"Do you need your horse washed?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That's a good idea,\" John said with a faint smile. \"If your work satisfies me, I don't mind paying.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cristida's husband had been a merchant, and their son had clearly inherited that business-minded streak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hurriedly wolfed down the rest of his venison and dashed out to the stable to fetch the cleaning tools.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under his care, Borro snorted contentedly as the dust was washed off his coat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whatever resentment the boy had once held toward his mother for bringing home an orphan girl disappeared after that hearty meal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't dislike Ciri—he just hated the added burden she brought to the household.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After finishing his venison dinner, John wiped the corner of his mouth and, out of habit, took a gold coin from his satchel and set it down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cristida looked a little helpless. She tried to persuade him to take it back—after all, the venison had been his gift; she had only cooked it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ciri, meanwhile, found herself growing even more curious about him. John was unlike anyone she had ever met.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside, Cristida's son was still diligently washing Borro.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then, a blazing fireball streaked across the night sky like a falling star, crashing into a fortress in the distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire family froze, staring upward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cristida whispered softly, \"Nilfgaard.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That fireball was the first signal—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—signifying that the war had officially begun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John watched the fireball descend. Suddenly, his silver sword trembled faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He drew it, seeing the runes along the blade flicker to life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"War, huh?\" he murmured under his breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ciri noticed what was happening and, almost without thinking, asked softly, \"You're leaving?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John paused, then nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had a feeling—that this war might be the sign it was time for him to go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sheathing his silver sword, John pulled a pouch from his satchel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was heavy—a full bag of gold coins. He set it down on the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If his guess was right, he wouldn't be able to take these things back with him anyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Better to leave them behind for this family than let them vanish into nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cristida was stunned by the gesture, her eyes wide at the sight of so much gold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let's just call it fate,\" John said with a small smile. He snapped his fingers, and from the stable, Borro came galloping out, slipping free of the boy's grip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John raised his hand, and in an instant, the horse's damp coat dried completely. Then he swung himself onto the saddle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced at Ciri, a strange sense of familiarity tugging at him—as if the girl carried something special within her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From his satchel, he tossed her a ring. \"Use this to protect yourself and your family,\" he said with a faint smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And with that, he turned his horse and rode away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ciri instinctively caught the ring and ran after him, calling out, \"Yadani!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But John was already gone, leaving Ciri standing there, a quiet ache in her chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>________\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>o(*￣▽￣*)ブSupport and Read 12 Chapters ahead: Patreon\u002FDragonel\u003C\u002Fp>",1704,"2026-06-06T11:45:53.362Z",1,"novelbin.me","ac41ec36b75772f172abf8a4cc20e58795d993564f4ae55c68fcde47e296b954","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-407","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-405",577,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-john-wick-cover.jpg"]