[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-hogwarts-john-wick":3,"chapter-hogwarts-john-wick-hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-426":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},1646210,2109,"Chapter 426 426: 426: The Emerald Green Snake","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-426",426,"\u003Cp>Draco was found lying there by a \"passing\" wizard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the time, he was sprawled out flat, arms and legs spread. When he woke, it was in the Silver Cross Hospital.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still dazed, Draco rubbed his face. Not long after, a healer came over, dragging him off for a thorough examination. Later, he was told he'd fully recovered and could leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stumbled over to the counter to settle his bill, still feeling like he'd forgotten something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Whatever,\" he muttered under his breath. \"Whenever I can't make sense of something, John always can.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he mumbled to himself, his turn at the discharge desk came up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What? A hundred Galleons?\" Draco froze. \"I was just lying there! You're charging me a hundred Galleons for that?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The nurse in the white uniform smiled sweetly. \"Yes, while you were unconscious, our finest healers performed a full examination. The equipment and service fees add up to that amount.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice was soft and pleasant, like a customer service representative trained to perfection. Draco could only grimace miserably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who's the idiot that ordered all those tests?\" he grumbled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he ever found out who was behind it, he'd make sure they regretted it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Accho—!!\" At that exact moment, Neville—shopping for textbooks in Diagon Alley—sneezed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rubbing his nose, he looked up as Mrs. Longbottom held up a set of robes. \"Neville, your arms have gotten bigger again. We'll have Madam Malkin loosen the sleeves.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thanks, Gran,\" Neville said awkwardly. \"But I'd rather change the fabric this time.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sleeves of his current robes were always too tight—it made him afraid to even use his strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Draco left the hospital, he was carrying a medical report nearly two inches thick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It detailed everything—down to the twelfth split end in the third row of hair from the left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn't a medical report; it was a full instruction manual for Draco Malfoy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No wonder it had cost a hundred Galleons. If he'd had medical insurance, the fee would've been cut in half to fifty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unfortunately, Draco wasn't employed in Knockturn Alley, so he had no such benefits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Where's Mother?\" he muttered, belatedly realizing he hadn't come alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tried to recall what had happened, but every time his memory reached the moment they left Madam Malkin's, everything went blank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Walking along the cobbled path, he wandered deeper into Knockturn Alley.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some parents brought their children here for \"experience,\" though with the clear warning not to touch anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, one careless grab could mean the kid walked out clutching a shrunken, talking head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most people stopped at the Inverted Garden, unwilling to go further. Draco, however, stepped into the garden, intent on finding John.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He headed straight for Silverhand Johnny's Specialty Shop, loudly demanding to see the owner—only to be tossed out by security on the spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who do you think you are, wanting to see the boss?\" one of them barked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The proud heir of the Malfoy family, insulted and thrown out like a common nobody—Draco could hardly believe it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Draco, furious, could only stew in silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He decided to linger around the garden, hoping to run into someone he knew—and by pure chance, he actually did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astoria spotted Draco first and was about to run over when her sister Daphne gave her a sharp look, stopping her in her tracks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Staying close behind her sister, Astoria followed her in small, careful steps until they stood before Draco.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Draco? What are you doing here?\" Daphne asked, puzzled. What business could Draco Malfoy possibly have in the Inverted Garden alone?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'm waiting for John,\" Draco said blankly, sounding as if his brain had temporarily stopped working.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"John?\" Daphne's eyes darted around immediately. \"John's coming here?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Draco answered honestly, \"I don't know. I couldn't get into Silverhand Johnny's, so I figured I'd wait here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daphne had to restrain herself from smacking him. \"You couldn't just send him a message?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Message?\" Draco repeated dumbly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astoria tilted her head. \"Where's your badge? Why aren't you wearing it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Draco blinked, suddenly remembering it existed. He reached for his chest—then froze, panic flashing across his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Right—my badge! Where is it?\" He searched frantically, patting himself down from head to toe, but the Constellation Society badge was nowhere to be found.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Did you drop it?\" Astoria asked, frowning. She knew Draco well—he practically flaunted that badge, as if he'd hang it from his forehead if he could.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let me think…\" Draco furrowed his brow, trying to piece things together. \"Before leaving home, it was fine. Then I went to Madam Malkin's for robes, then to Flourish and Blotts, and then… then…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blank space in his memory made his face go pale. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember what came next.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I think…\" Draco said weakly, his face ashen. \"I've forgotten.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daphne's eyes widened. Her brow furrowed sharply as realization struck. \"You've been hit with a Memory Charm?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The news spread through the Constellation Society before long—Draco Malfoy had been attacked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By afternoon, Draco was sitting in the Silverhand Manor, while John stood before him, wand in hand, attempting to restore his memory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucius was there too, his face dark and drawn as he held his wife's arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sir, my wife has also been struck by a Memory Charm,\" Lucius said, his voice trembling slightly. \"She's forgotten everything.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn't help but think of Karkaroff's death—Voldemort's revenge came to mind immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That's not impossible,\" John said grimly. \"They attacked your wife and son.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His expression was cold as he glanced at Narcissa out of the corner of his eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked lost, her eyes unfocused—utterly unaware of what she had gone through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn't expected Voldemort to be so decisive—to even wipe Narcissa's memory clean.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, John had taken precautions in advance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucius was wracked with guilt, furious at himself for letting his guard down and allowing his wife and son to be attacked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What puzzled him most was Voldemort's motive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why erase only their memories—and nothing else?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"In any case, it's best to stay fully alert for now,\" John said evenly. \"I'll have Tommy install defensive wards and devices throughout Malfoy Manor.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He offered Lucius a few words of reassurance before sending him off, keeping Draco behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Draco sat there, running a hand through his hair until it stuck out in every direction, groaning, \"I can't remember anything at all.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don't worry,\" John said casually. \"Your medical report should've cleared you, right?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now that Lucius was gone, John's tone was much more relaxed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Draco nodded and pulled out the two-inch-thick \"Malfoy Manual\" from the hospital.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John took it, flipped through a few pages, and remarked, \"Aside from a little split ends from lack of sleep, you're fine.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he stepped closer and adjusted Draco's collar again—just as casually as before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From within the seam of Draco's collar, John pulled out a thin, pen-shaped silver vial.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Draco had no idea when that thing had been slipped into his collar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John twisted off the bent, needle-like cap of the silver vial, revealing wisps of faintly glowing silver light swirling inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What is that?\" Draco asked—not suspicious of any danger, but genuinely curious about what it was for.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your stored memory,\" John said casually. \"Specifically, from the moment you stepped out of Madam Malkin's.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shrugged, and Draco's eyes widened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He suddenly recalled John adjusting his collar back in the shop—so that's when he'd planted it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You knew all along?\" Draco asked uncertainly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Heh! Did you really think your mother brought you to the shop just to buy new robes? Your family has tailors who come to your manor for fittings.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John poured the silver light into his palm, kneading it together into a small, shimmering orb. Then he exhaled softly over it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The light spread into a thin mist, forming a silvery image that hovered between them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Draco watched as the scene unfolded—his mother suggesting they take the narrow side street, his casual agreement, then Bellatrix's sudden appearance and the ambush that followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the vision showed Narcissa raising her wand, Draco froze, his composure breaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My mother attacked me?\" he said, staring in disbelief at the image of Narcissa with her wand raised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He clutched his face in anguish, on the verge of breaking into a full 'my mother doesn't love me anymore' performance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John cut him off before he could spiral further. \"Your mother had her reasons for doing that.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gestured for Draco to keep watching. Together, they listened to the conversation between Narcissa and Bellatrix.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had all been a test—a cruel trial to measure Narcissa's loyalty, to see whether her devotion to Voldemort outweighed her love for family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the vision, a small green serpent slithered up beside Draco's unconscious body and took his Constellation Society badge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My badge!\" Draco fumed, glaring at the snake. He looked ready to crush the slimy creature under his heel for daring to steal from him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bellatrix, holding the badge, then cast a Memory Charm—wiping the memories of both mother and son before leaving the alley.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John's gaze lingered on that green snake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He remembered Percy mentioning that the one who'd attacked Mr. Weasley had also been a green serpent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this one… its size didn't match.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Voldemort didn't appear,\" John thought silently. \"So he hasn't crossed back over yet.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd only sent Bellatrix. So where was he himself?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It was him!\" Draco suddenly hissed through gritted teeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John lifted his head. Narcissa, still lost in her wiped memories, had already left—without sparing her son a glance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before long, Neville—who had received John's message—arrived and brought Draco to the Silver Cross Hospital.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That reminder alone made Draco grit his teeth. \"I paid a hundred Galleons for a bunch of pointless tests!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John coughed lightly. That had been his order, after all—he couldn't risk any potential aftereffects.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, Draco didn't know that. Now he was fuming, cracking his knuckles and muttering about finding Neville to settle the score.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John tried to talk him down but failed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, raising his hand, he pressed his palm lightly in the air—as if hitting a pause button. The projection froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He rewound it a bit, stopping the image right where the small green snake appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John studied the creature's crimson eyes, his expression turning thoughtful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Could it be… a new Horcrux?\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1722,"2026-06-06T11:45:53.362Z",1,"novelbin.me","cdf22b3411d20b7a09fc10817a950d98ea23ef012f629adea55cd18b62b2bff5","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-427","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-425",577,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-john-wick-cover.jpg"]