[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-hogwarts-john-wick":3,"chapter-hogwarts-john-wick-hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-408":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},1646192,2109,"Chapter 408 408: 408: I broke the trial","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-408",408,"\u003Cp>The mist had almost swallowed the entire fortress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because of the magical barrier, it couldn't seep inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the main gate had already been breached.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was only a matter of time before the terrifying black-clad army poured in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ten mages who had been sent out were being surrounded and hunted by the Nilfgaardian troops, their magic nearly spent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From atop the wall, John watched as the witches were chased through the chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He noticed streams of chaotic particles surging toward the shattered gate. His duty was to guard the wall—technically, the gate wasn't his concern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then he heard a voice calling to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"John, I need you at the gate.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Yennefer. In the end, she had decided to trust him.. Even though they'd known each other for less than a single night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, there weren't enough hands left to hold the line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John glanced down toward the gate, then leapt from the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It looked like an act of suicide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black-clad soldiers spotted John and charged toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without even glancing their way, John flicked his left hand, sending a shockwave that blasted them off their feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He strode straight to the gate, striking down every soldier who tried to approach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mist was drawing closer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And when he looked carefully, he saw that it wasn't just mist—it was a person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chaotic particles drifted constantly from the figure's body, whose face was gaunt and lifeless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A white robe hung over a frame that looked more like a skeleton than a man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That figure walked with deliberate, steady steps toward the gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John didn't reach for his wand. Instead, he drew his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The runes along the silver blade shimmered faintly as he lifted his gaze to the approaching figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Nilfgaardian mage seemed to sense him as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mage spread both hands, and the mist surged forward, rolling toward John.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John whispered to his sword, \"Tell me… is it you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The silver sword trembled faintly, as if it were alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John smiled knowingly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flicker of flame burst from the blade—Woosh! as though a fire dragon slumbered within it, carrying a power that could rend the heavens and shatter the earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the seventh rune ignited, the sword finally revealed its true nature to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A low, guttural whisper rose from John's throat—ancient, draconic, and incomprehensible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>||I am the fire dragon.||\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the words fell, flames surged along the silver sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mage's mist had already reached him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From within the rolling fog, fire tore free—forming the shape of a flying dragon that dove straight into the mage's body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Nilfgaardian mage reached out toward John, his skeletal face twisted with unwillingness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The White Flame… will cleanse the world!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that final, bitter roar, the mage perished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the center of the mage's brow, a thin red line split open—flames burst forth from within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crimson fire engulfed his entire body, consuming him completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A rectangular box with jagged, tooth-like seals fell from his remains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John stood alone beneath the city gate, sword in hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blood-red light sank into the blade, igniting the eighth rune.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The flames subsided.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sword's appearance changed—as if the dust of ages had been washed away, revealing its true, intricate form beneath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Silverwick Sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was what the silver sword truly looked like.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John ran his fingers across the slot where a gemstone was missing, a hint of emotion flickering in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The white wolf appeared once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Standing in the mist, its icy blue eyes fixed on John, baring its fangs in challenge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John tightened his grip on the sword, as his eyes slowly turned pale grey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Looks like you're part of the trial too.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped forward slowly, one measured stride after another, approaching the white wolf.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tell me—who are you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tip of the Silverwick Sword touched the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wherever it passed, golden flames trailed behind, leaving a burning mark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the sea of white mist, a line of gold cut through like fire tearing the heavens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yennefer, overseeing the entire battlefield, caught sight of this scene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"John, come back,\" she called his name, trying to summon him back to the defenses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his mind gave no response.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"John!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After calling several times in vain, Yennefer turned to the others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Triss—hold the gate!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Triss received the order and hurried to the gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She saw the golden flames on the ground—flames that refused to fade, burning endlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Eternal Fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"John! Come back!\" Triss shouted at the top of her lungs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But John kept walking toward the white wolf, as if he hadn't heard her voice at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Night passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ciri stepped out of the house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside, the world was shrouded in thick mist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through the haze, she saw a white wolf.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It looked the same as the one she'd seen yesterday—yet somehow, it wasn't.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She froze, whispering, \"What is that?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes… what was it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was the second person able to see the white wolf.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From it, she felt a presence unlike anything she'd known.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't a monster, nor was it an animal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was something unspeakable—like a harbinger of calamity, draped in white frost, as if it sought to devour the entire world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wave of immense terror struck Ciri's heart. Her breathing quickened, and her vision turned pale and blindingly white.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was as if endless snowflakes were filling her eyes—burying her alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A spark of flame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Golden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Burning eternally upon the earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It melted the storm of frost before her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ciri gasped for breath, collapsing where she stood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chaos flooded her mind; the Elder Blood within her stirred, and she began to murmur words in an ancient, forgotten tongue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John saw winter itself. Endless white dust blanketing the entire continent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That scene was like—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An eternal freeze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his mind surged memories of that thing he had once brought into the world beyond the Gate of Things\u002FWorlds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Box of Eternal Ice—frozen forever—the White Frost descends.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scenes flickered and shifted endlessly. From within the mist, John heard a voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Know this—The Wolf's Blizzard approaches, the time of the sword and axe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Time of the White Frost and White Light, the Time of Madness and Disdain, Tedd Deireadh, the Final Age.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The world will perish amidst ice and be reborn with the new sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reborn of the Elder Blood, of Hen Ichaer, of a planted seed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A seed that will not sprout but burst into flames!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such is destiny!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice was strangely familiar—something he felt he had heard before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gray-white hue completely engulfed his eyes, though his consciousness remained clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike the usual trance brought by prophecy, this sensation was… different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A strange clarity amidst chaos, as though his mind had stepped into a primordial age.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chaotic particles coiled around him, drifting close—yet none dared enter his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John looked at the White Wolf, his voice grave as he murmured, \"The Age of the Frost Wolf and the Howling Snow.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Golden flames ignited along the blade of his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So that's why it's been feeling more and more real,\" John murmured. \"The blood of a witcher… has allowed this world to find me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Child of Surprise of this world.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced at the golden fire burning on the Sword of Silverwick and muttered to himself, \"Destiny, huh.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ninth trial—The White Wolf before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The calamity of this world, and also its destined fate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Child of Surprise who once defied the destiny of magic… now arrives in this realm to bear destiny once again.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John slowly lowered his sword, his expression cold. \"So they're treating me like a pawn.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just like before—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stregobor and Renfri.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They too had forced John to make a choice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now, this world was doing the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he failed to complete the trial, he would never be able to return to his own world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His classmates, his friends, his family—All would remain forever out of reach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he killed the White Wolf, he would bear the curse of calamity—becoming the vessel of the White Frost, leading the disaster away from this world and into another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To call it killing was wrong—it was more like a sacrifice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I see… so the so-called trials should've ended long ago.\" John lifted his head toward the battlefield, where life itself was as fragile as paper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Accept fate?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he wouldn't be John Wick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gripped the witcher's medallion and tore it from his neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As it came loose, a magic circle of lines and rings shimmered into view in his palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Planting the Sword of Silverwick into the ground, John brought his hands together with a sharp clap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The medallion began to shift rapidly in his palm.. Melting into a pool of silver light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He caught the glowing liquid in his left hand and drew his sword with his right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then John pressed his palm against the ninth rune engraved on the blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heat seared his skin, burning even through the hide of a dragon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bit by bit, the silver medallion sank into the sword's body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When John released his hand, the spot of the ninth rune was filled with silver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John said coldly, \"Don't think you can control me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slytherin would not be swayed by anyone else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The world would bend for him instead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The White Wolf gradually vanished, and with it went the witcher's medallion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John imprinted a circle in his left hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It meant that Yadani the Witcher was dead. Here, in this world, he existed as John Wick, a wizard of Hogwarts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A man unbound by rules.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John slowly sheathed the Sword of Silverwick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He exhaled a long, heavy breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The final trial, huh.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having forcibly broken the ninth trial, only the last one remained before he could return to his own world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked back. Triss was summoning vines to seal the city gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A group of Nilfgaardian soldiers were chasing the witches, closing in not far from him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Coral, come back! Don't linger!\" Yennefer's voice rang out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John looked over. The witch was in grave danger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing John return to normal, Yennefer connected with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"John, go save her!\" Yennefer's voice echoed in John's mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Coral's steps faltered. She saw one of their male wizards being attacked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had to help him, even as Yennefer's voice in her mind nearly screamed itself hoarse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Coral raised her hands to cast a spell, a soldier in black armor swung his sword down at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her arm was severed, and with it, the spell was interrupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yennefer closed her eyes in pain—she couldn't save her companion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the soldier advanced, ready to torment Coral to death, he raised his weapon—and to his horror, the sword in his hand disintegrated into dust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn't the only one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nilfgaardian soldiers near the city gate found their weapons turning brittle and fragile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A ripple of white light spread outward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John raised his hand and swung his wand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since he had abandoned his Witcher identity, John no longer needed to follow those rules.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze swept over the battlefield—he was still missing the final trial.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Nilfgaard would serve as the final period.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His expression was cold. In his eyes, these soldiers were now nothing more than chips in his game.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He strolled toward the outskirts of the city, his voice ringing out like a chant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Black soldiers, remember this moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those who stand before the army;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the Lord of the Stars, the maker of Johnny Silverhand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The King of Green Glass, the new sovereign of the magical world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One who has endured eternal freeze, the wielder of the golden flame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The second to forge a magical stone, the one who touches the Gate of Things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jovonovich's Yadani.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Black soldiers, remember this man.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The one who will pierce the Black Army… John Wick.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice reverberated across the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the last word fell, thick black clouds rose into the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John soared into the air, reaching above the city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised his wand, and a white bolt of lightning shot into the heavens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thunder transformed into a massive white sword, plunging into the heart of Nilfgaard's territory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The earth was torn apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black forces were shattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flash of black lightning streaked through John's eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body greedily absorbed the surrounding magical energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The once-pressing Nilfgaardian army came to a halt, all eyes fixed on the dark-haired figure hovering in the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>________\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>o(*￣▽￣*)ブSupport and Read 12 Chapters ahead: Patreon\u002FDragonel\u003C\u002Fp>",2088,"2026-06-06T11:45:53.362Z",1,"novelbin.me","73ab2818878e375b4f424a3ab55c19f0483ebfacaa91a28133e17c129e86f9fd","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-409","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-407",577,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-john-wick-cover.jpg"]