[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-hogwarts-john-wick":3,"chapter-hogwarts-john-wick-hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-438":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},1646222,2109,"Chapter 438 438: 438: Love doesn't follow a queue","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-438",438,"\u003Cp>In the end, Harry didn't get into a fight with Malfoy—his teammates hauled him away before he could throw a punch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The suspension from last term still haunted the not-yet-graduated players.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More importantly, they all remembered one simple fact: Harry couldn't beat Malfoy in a fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That's right, just like that.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malfoy's mouth never stopped. He leaned fully into his worst instincts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Poor little Potter, running back to hide in his godfather's arms.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He grinned viciously, so much so that the teammates restraining Harry instinctively loosened their grip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, someone more level-headed shouted, \"Do you all want to end up without a Seeker?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that, everyone tightened their hold again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so Harry was carried off like a stubborn piglet, still kicking furiously in Malfoy's direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When John arrived, he caught sight of Harry being dragged away, legs flailing stubbornly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So? What was that all about?\" John asked, noticing the rest of the Gryffindors glaring daggers at Malfoy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Nothing. Just told Potter to run back into his godfather's arms,\" Malfoy said with a shrug, looking like he deserved a hex to the face. \"After all, Harry Potter's still a little baby.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Draco, do me a favor—when you go out, remember to carry your wand. Always.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John genuinely worried Malfoy might get hexed the moment he stepped outside; the boy's talent for hitting people right where it hurt was honestly terrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After sitting down, John asked, \"Tryouts today?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This afternoon,\" Malfoy said irritably. \"Gryffindor took the morning slot because they had 'more applicants.'\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John wasn't surprised at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Harry's name attached to the team, Gryffindor Quidditch had gained a surge of supporters. Everyone wanted a closer look at the so-called Chosen One.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sliced his baguette into bite-sized pieces with a dinner knife and popped one into his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the staff table, only Professor Flitwick was present, but he was so short he was nearly invisible from afar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malfoy, curious, finally asked what John had been busy with lately—he'd rarely seen John around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Just something simple,\" John said casually. \"I need to repair Neville's weapon.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the battle at the Ministry, Neville had fully awakened his sword-saint talent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sword of Marvolo had been damaged in that fight, and John planned to forge him a new weapon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malfoy had considered fighting the way John did, but doing so would weaken him rather than strengthen him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he'd had no choice but to give up on the \"John-style\" combat approach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After finishing breakfast, John headed back to the Constellation Society.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John glanced at the closed gatekeeper's office and thought, \"He really is taking the Fool's plan all the way to the end.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped into the Constellation Society and unlocked the armory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath the round table lay a massive workshop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John had made many pieces of equipment here. He took out the broken Sword of Marvolo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though this replica had been skillfully crafted, it was still several tiers below the true Sword of Gryffindor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of the runes engraved on his own sword, John suddenly had a new idea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flames ignited within the armory; a block of glowing red metal took shape under the hammer's strikes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John picked up the heated sword blank. Beneath his skin, such high temperature felt only mildly warm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>||I grant you the power to cut through magic, and coat you in a shell of mithril.||\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>||I grant you the magic to summon flame, and fuse you with the tooth of a fire dragon.||\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>||I grant you the belief to guard the one behind you, and wrap you in the heartwood of oak.||\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With John's ancient whispers, the sword blank became cloaked in mithril, transforming into a gleaming silver blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strange patterns appeared across its surface, like a script one could not decipher.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, John reached into his satchel and took out a small box filled with powder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The powder drifted onto the blade, and the bright silver gradually dimmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A black-gold sheen spread across the sword's surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a new kind of material, functioning similarly to a magic circuit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only by using the Philosopher's Stone's ability to alter matter had he been able to create it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, the final step was complete.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black-gold sword rested quietly on the table, the three sigils along its body glowing faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John reached out and picked it up; a solid weight pressed into his palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He swung it twice, nodded in satisfaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Next step—deliver it to Neville.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was about to slip it into his small satchel when a thought struck him, and he halted immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Almost forgot.. it can cut through magic.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he put it inside, it might tear the bag apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John crafted a scabbard for the sword using cherrywood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once it was sheathed, he carried it out of the armory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Something like a true-name blessing,\" John murmured, rubbing his chin in thought. \"This method lets you imprint abilities directly onto a weapon.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The premise, of course, was understanding the spell deeply enough. For example, John had inscribed the Fire Charm onto this blade in exactly that way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By midday, John found Malfoy sitting across from him, looking far too pleased with himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You'll never guess—Gryffindor's tryouts were absolutely spectacular.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From that expression, John knew nothing good had happened. He didn't respond, but Malfoy launched into the story anyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They changed their Keeper. It's that bloke from the train—McLaggen.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who?\" John asked, surprised. \"Weasley didn't make the cut?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You didn't see the look on that guy's face.\" Malfoy snickered. \"McLaggen saved five shots. Ron Weasley saved five shots. They went into a tiebreaker… and his hands started shaking. He let in a goal.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nervousness and self-doubt had always been Ron's weaknesses—last term had made that painfully clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But who would've thought McLaggen—the guy who once bet he could eat a doxy—had a skill level nearly identical to Ron?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Add in his bizarre sense of confidence, and with a crowd watching the tryouts, he ended up beating Ron.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How did Malfoy know all of this so clearly?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John shot Malfoy a sidelong look, half amused. \"You went to watch?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No!\" Malfoy denied instantly—but under John's all-seeing stare, he grew stiff and awkward. \"I was… gathering information.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As expected, Potter and Malfoy truly were destined nemeses—bordering on soulmates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malfoy jerked his chin, signaling John to look over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the Gryffindor table, Ron sat there being comforted by Harry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione looked absolutely miserable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What else happened?\" Just from the look on Hermione's face, John knew it wasn't something simple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malfoy thought for a moment, then clapped his hands. \"I heard from Blaise—apparently he accidentally bumped into Granger. And she was muttering something at the time, what was it again…?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blaise?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John remembered Blaise bragging about trying to chase Ginny. And to be fair, he really had been trying these days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every gift he sent Ginny could be found in the rubbish bin. Every bouquet he delivered ended up there too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ginny simply wasn't having it—at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had, however, gotten into a fight with Dean Thomas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Should've mentioned this earlier—Dean was Ginny's current boyfriend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two of them were currently dating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for pursuing someone who already had a boyfriend, Blaise had declared with absolute righteousness, \"Love doesn't follow a queue. The one who isn't loved is the real third wheel.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps that was the secret behind his mother becoming a widow seven times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, he'd gone to watch the tryouts purely because he was chasing Ginny—making him one of only two Slytherins present.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why only two?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because no one, not even Malfoy, knew which corner the cat—himself—was hiding in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John didn't know the details.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Originally, Hermione had been planning to cast a Confundus Charm. But Blaise bumped into her at the crucial moment, breaking her focus and causing McLaggen to win.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John wasn't aware of any of that. He narrowed his eyes slightly, his mind drifting to something else entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ever since Harry lost his status as the Chosen One of this world, the people around him don't seem nearly as lucky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slytherin's tryouts were scheduled for the afternoon, and they were nowhere near as lively as Gryffindor's.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gryffindor's morning tryouts had been so bustling that students from every house came to watch—and some from other houses even tried to sneak into the tryouts themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In contrast to \"righteous\" Gryffindor, \"evil\" Slytherin looked downright empty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were still plenty of applicants, though, and Malfoy stood at the center of the Quidditch pitch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood with his hands on his hips, radiating arrogance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Goyle and Crabbe stood beside him, lecturing the students who'd come to try out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Listen up. We're Slytherin—we don't want trash, only elites.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment Malfoy opened his mouth, he pulled aggro from the entire house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What's that supposed to mean? You calling me trash?\" a seventh-year Slytherin snapped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey, hey—don't misunderstand. I'm not targeting you,\" Malfoy said quickly, waving his hands with feigned innocence. \"What I'm saying is... everyone here is trash~~ Heh~.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a split second, every Slytherin's fists clenched at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was unbelievably punchable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Slytherin has only one goal—championship. Anything less is an insult. Is that clear?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malfoy's voice grew sharp. \"We believe in strength above all. Only those with real power deserve to stand on this pitch. We don't need cowards who shrink back.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the crowd he was berating, a familiar figure stood among the applicants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Malfoy didn't seem to notice and kept rambling on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once he finally finished his tirade, Slytherin's tryouts officially began.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>________\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>o(*￣▽￣*)ブSupport and Read 12 Chapters ahead: Patreon\u002FDragonel\u003C\u002Fp>",1592,"2026-06-06T11:45:53.362Z",1,"novelbin.me","5f2c638ea2ff04c4de1ebe937b2a7d70c002851fc2da4a58c97d2fda621511e3","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-439","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-437",577,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-john-wick-cover.jpg"]