[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-hogwarts-john-wick":3,"chapter-hogwarts-john-wick-hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-458":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},1646142,2109,"Chapter 458 458: 458: The Cry of the Owl","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-458",458,"\u003Cp>Mrs. Wick held her child in her arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You're back, John.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the first time in six years that John had come home for Christmas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watson happily gave John's shoulder a solid pat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Watson retreated, startled by the murderous look Mrs. Wick shot him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silverhand Manor was vast, yet it never quite felt like home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When John returned, his room was always spotless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter when it was, Mrs. Wick would always make sure everything was neatly arranged for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Watson heard that the grey owl was meant for his own owl, he was immediately delighted and used his owl to send John a letter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John looked at his old man in speechless disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Come on, let's give you a name. If you like it, you can use it,\" Watson said, still full of enthusiasm after dinner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Owl: Hoot!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let's call you… Basil the Second.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Owl: \"...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watson delivered the name with great confidence, earning a look from the grey owl that clearly said he was an idiot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Evidently, the grey owl that had just been swatted three meters away by Basil with a single wing was not fond of that name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watson suggested a few more names, and finally stopped at the name \"Qiqi.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the sound that followed left Watson confused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Roar—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watson dug a finger into his ear and asked blankly, \"Do owls sound like that?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John replied calmly, \"There are differences in potential between owls.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But that's clearly not an owl's call,\" Watson said with a look that clearly said you've got to be kidding me. \"That sounded like a dragon's roar.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Dad,\" John shook his head regretfully, \"you should get your eyes checked. How could an owl possibly be a dragon?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although Watson felt there was some logic to it, when he looked at that big head and round face, it still didn't seem quite right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, Mrs. Wick unconditionally believed her son and told Watson that if he didn't want to sleep on the sofa, he should stop asking questions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watson had no choice but to accept that the owl in their household simply had a very strange call.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tomorrow was Christmas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John's return made this Christmas especially lively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three owls sat in a neat row.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Below them, Tom looked up at the trio, her dog paws scratching furiously at the cabinet, sending wood shavings flying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, Mrs. Wick quite liked the little one she had chosen herself. She let her jump onto the sofa, Tom resting her head on Mrs. Wick's lap as she was gently stroked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tom wagged her tail smugly, which made Basil on top of the cabinet extremely displeased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It swooped down and plucked a tuft of fur from Tom's tail with its beak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A full-blown cat-and-dog battle immediately broke out in the house. Well, an owl counted as a cat, right?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snow fell from the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A frosty Christmas turned the land white.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Wick household lit the fireplace, flames burning brightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tom lay sprawled on the carpet, facing the fireplace, looking utterly content.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John received Christmas cards sent by Neville and the others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cedric sent him a letter containing sand from Egypt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had traveled to Egypt and even encountered wizards there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neville sent John a piece of clothing with exceptional elasticity and durability.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daphne sent a gift box, which contained a scarf and a pocket watch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John opened the pocket watch. It was custom-made, with the hands crafted from gold, silver, and gemstones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Percy sent an alchemy book, though John had already read it. Percy didn't know that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fleur sent an exquisitely beautiful necklace. It looked like a women's piece.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John said, puzzled, \"Last year it was ladies' perfume, and this time it's a necklace?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn't quite make sense of it. Was she treating him like a young girl?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He put the necklace away. Last year's perfume had even been accidentally knocked over by Tom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This year, his uncles sent gifts again, and there was nothing inappropriate about them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a witcher's silver medallion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dragon was engraved on it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed that after John told them about the witchers of that world, they had recreated it specially.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He casually opened the broom-trimming shears Malfoy had sent, with a Quidditch book included inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, Malfoy hadn't given up. To avoid becoming the Slytherin captain nailed to the pillar of shame, he was planning to drag John in to cheat his way through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unfortunately, John had no intention of playing Quidditch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the maintenance of his Firebolt was handled by Malfoy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While opening the gift boxes, John saw Riddle fly back in from outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A short while later, Basil returned as well, a brown feather stuck to its talon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It also brought back a copy of the Daily Prophet. Judging by the timing, it had probably gone out to beat up another owl again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John opened the newspaper and glanced through it. Lockhart, that attention-seeking show-off, was still holding autograph sessions even during the holidays.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That said, he had to admit that Lockhart's fearlessness, or rather his complete disregard for Voldemort, had somewhat eased the recent panic over \"Voldemort committing crimes again.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had even gone to the Inverted Garden to oversee a stage play rehearsal, and had personally gone onstage to perform his new story.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Pfft~ This guy's really something else. If I were Voldemort, he'd be the first one I'd kill.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at the photo of Lockhart performing the story titled The Great Wizard Lockhart Battles Voldemort Three Times, John almost felt like applauding him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For Voldemort to tolerate even this, it seemed his intelligence had finally come back after his soul returned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry was spending Christmas at the Burrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sirius shouted at Kreacher for the thirteenth time, driving the elderly house-elf into the kitchen and forbidding him from coming out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the Christmas decorations they had put up had been completely cleared away by Kreacher under the excuse of cleaning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Overnight, everything returned to how it used to be.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Kreacher left, he was still muttering curses about the two of them under his breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With someone like that around, it was indeed hard to have a pleasant Christmas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When they went to the Burrow, it naturally made Mrs. Weasley very happy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon arriving at the Burrow, the place was lively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The living room had been decorated by Ginny in a riot of colors, lush and overflowing, as if a paper-chain explosion had gone off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was even a little angel on top of the Christmas tree. On closer inspection, it was actually a garden gnome.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The poor gnome had bitten Fred when he was pulling up carrots, and as a result, it had been knocked out with a Stunning Spell, painted gold, disgracefully stuffed into a tiny ballet skirt, and glued with wings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was without a doubt the ugliest angel imaginable, easily comparable to the Cupids Lockhart had come up with back in second year.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mrs. Weasley was cooking a delicious Christmas lunch while the radio played a Christmas broadcast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was her favorite singer, Celestina Warbeck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The song A Cauldron Full of Hot, Strong Love blared from the radio, tormenting everyone like pure noise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the very least, it wasn't the kind of song many people actually enjoyed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sirius muttered a few complaints and was immediately glared into silence by Mrs. Weasley.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ginny was wearing a brand-new hat, a gift from Percy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron's eyebrows had finally returned to normal, and his height had recovered as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry saw Bill arrive with Fleur, and the moment Mrs. Weasley noticed her son, the joy on her face vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She asked in a low voice, \"Percy didn't come back?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron was still holding a grudge over being disciplined by Percy's Transfiguration. \"He'd better not come back.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Fleur arrived at the Burrow, she sat together with Bill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ginny noticed a maggot on Harry's head and warned him across the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry took the worm off, and Fleur said, \"Oh, how disgusting.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a gift Kreacher had deliberately prepared for his master, Sirius, but Harry had accidentally opened it instead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Exactly,\" Ron agreed wholeheartedly, trying to be helpful. \"Want some gravy?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ginny shot him a look full of disdain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron clumsily knocked the gravy flying. Bill was just about to pull out his wand when Fleur snapped her fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gravy lifted into the air and smoothly floated over to Fleur.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Just right,\" Fleur said, ladling herself a spoonful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bill watched helplessly as Mrs. Weasley set down a plate of carrots with a heavy thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I invited dear Tonks,\" Mrs. Weasley said deliberately loudly, \"but she wouldn't come. Have you spoken to her recently, Remus?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lupin looked helpless. \"Tonks is going back to her own family home, isn't she?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Maybe,\" Mrs. Weasley replied. \"I get the feeling she plans to spend Christmas by herself.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mrs. Weasley shot Lupin an annoyed look, as if Tonks's refusal to become a Weasley daughter-in-law were somehow his fault.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lupin understood perfectly well why Tonks hadn't come.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sometimes, Mrs. Weasley could be a little too blunt about certain things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lowering his head to eat his turkey, Lupin suddenly heard Mrs. Weasley scream, \"It's Arthur, and… Percy!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stared through the kitchen window at the approaching father and son.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two of them didn't speak at all, like complete strangers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One after the other, they returned to the Burrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The back door opened, and Mr. Weasley laughed loudly. \"Merry Christmas, everyone.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Percy walked in, his cloak dusted with snowflakes, and said stiffly, \"Merry Christmas.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze swept across the people in the living room, but Percy said nothing more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh—Percy!\" Fleur greeted him warmly, running over and grabbing his face for a cheek kiss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Merry Christmas, Fleur,\" Percy said flatly as he pushed her away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, Mrs. Weasley shot Fleur a glare and walked over to hug her son.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Merry Christmas, Mum.\" Percy handed Mrs. Weasley a ribbon-tied gift.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mrs. Weasley was delighted. When she opened it, inside was a luxurious, beautiful hat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ginny looked at the one on her own head, then at Mrs. Weasley's.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She pursed her lips. Seeing her expression, Percy smiled for the first time and said, \"Merry Christmas, Ginny.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ginny snorted softly. Understanding his sister well, Percy added, \"If you go to your room, you'll find there's another present waiting for you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"M-Merry Christmas, Percy!\" Ginny said hurriedly as she jumped to her feet and ran upstairs to her room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>________\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>o(*￣▽￣*)ブSupport and Read 12 Chapters ahead: Patreon\u002FDragonel\u003C\u002Fp>",1754,"2026-06-06T11:45:53.362Z",1,"novelbin.me","73d1edfab5301389a4d2ada82711d6e0d36cd03538a106abe9562b3b2c2a4267","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-459","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-457",577,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-john-wick-cover.jpg"]