[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-hogwarts-john-wick":3,"chapter-hogwarts-john-wick-hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-506":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},1646367,2109,"Chapter 506 506: 506: I'm Back, My King","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-506",506,"\u003Cp>Blood merged with blood, forming an inseparable bond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His magic resonated with the Grail, waves of murmurs echoing from it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an ancient language, so old that no one could understand it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The king's blood flowed, the blood of an old friend boiled, magic lingered within the Grail, and the stars silently chanted blessings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daphne removed the Ravenclaw diadem, and John tapped it lightly with his wand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pure, silver-white soul flew out from the diadem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At John's soft murmur, those souls turned into strands of silver thread, drawing the soul contained within the Grail out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Come back, Heinrich.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John was bound to everyone's longing. Their feelings turned into strength, into connections, tightly binding the Constellation Society together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before dawn arrived, longing was infused into the blood, using yearning to pour the soul into it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was an ancient form of magic, an emotional power akin to love itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood, soul, and longing were forged together into a single gem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Redi ad me, o anima.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Light bloomed from within the gem as John placed it into Heinrich's body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Golden liquid reshaped the cursed flesh, and the flowing sands of time caused everything to reverse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All eyes were fixed on that body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Golden flames ignited the body. Within the eternal blaze, soul and flesh fused once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The body steadily shrank, returning to that of a newborn infant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The naked form was wrapped in golden liquid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The baby suddenly opened its mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sun rose above the horizon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The infant's cry shattered the darkness before dawn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dark-golden eyes opened, confusion visible on the baby's face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone stared at the infant in stunned silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malfoy said dumbly, \"So… does he have to grow up from a kid? Who's going to be his dad?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daphne heard that and immediately slapped the back of Malfoy's head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even John couldn't help shooting Malfoy a glare. Did he really look like someone who would make Heinrich grow up from infancy?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Speechless, he said, \"This is because of time.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Raising his left hand, a golden magic array appeared in his palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John looked at the infant and said, \"Good morning, my adjutant.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As golden time flowed—right before everyone's eyes—the baby rapidly grew, changing from an infant to a child, then to a youth, finally stopping at sixteen years old.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the age Heinrich had been back then. After two years had passed, he returned to it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those dark-golden eyes reflected the light of dawn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Welcome back, Heinrich.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John extended his hand toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heinrich still seemed a little hazy in his memories, yet instinctively reached out and touched that hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clothes formed over his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he was pulled upright, clarity gradually returned to Heinrich's expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at the figure standing beneath the newborn dawn, a smile surfaced on his face, and his grip tightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt like grasping hold of light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'm back, my king.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A familiar voice. A familiar person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had truly returned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heinrich Edgar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The one who chased the light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a heartbeat, the dawn air was deathly still. Then, the silence didn't just break; it shattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Heinrich, you absolute idiot!\" Draco Malfoy was the first to move. He didn't care about his robes or the presence of the Ministry; he threw an arm around Heinrich's neck, nearly knocking the newly-sixteen-year-old over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Easy, Draco,\" Heinrich rasped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Easy? You've been dead for two years!\" Cedric stepped forward, his face glowing with a relief so profound it looked like he'd shed a decade of stress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gripped Heinrich's shoulder firmly, his hand shaking slightly. \"Welcome back. Truly.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neville didn't say a word at first. He just stepped into the fray, his eyes red-rimmed, and pulled both Draco and Heinrich into a crushing hug. The boy who had faced down Voldemort was now sobbing unashamedly into Heinrich's new robes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Urg! Your muscles are crushing us!\" Draco shouted making them laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don't ever make us do that again,\" Daphne whispered, her voice trembling. Then, she pulled him into a brief hug. \"We missed you, Heinrich. And he missed you more than anyone. Don't make your king go through all that ever again..\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then everyone looked at John, who was standing there with tearful eyes and a wide smile. He wiped his eyes with his sleeve and gave them all a big hug.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The people present looked at the scene that was more magical than magic itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that Grail…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John broke the hug first, cast a glance over the crowd, and raised his wand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Reducto.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fully charged beam of white light struck the Grail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sacred Grail that had been radiating holiness trembled violently, releasing a blinding white glow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next second—the Grail dimmed and fell from the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The magical core within it turned to ash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John casually lifted Hufflepuff's golden cup with magic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This thing is useless now. Still, it counts as a keepsake with some historical value.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tossed Hufflepuff's cup to the dazed Harry and said offhandedly, \"Consider it my personal donation to the school's display collection.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry caught the cup, but he felt no joy in his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because Dumbledore was going to die. The old man had reached the end of his strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In contrast to the Constellation Society's joy, the Order of the Phoenix was about to witness the final chapter of the old phoenix.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John walked up to Barty Crouch Sr. and smiled. \"I believe you'll become the most successful Minister for Magic in a hundred years.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Barty Crouch Sr. glanced at the Hufflepuff Cup in Harry's hands and sighed. \"You really are clever. You put on a miracle for everyone to see—then took it back with your own hands.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Destroying the Grail in public was to leave no room for lingering thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An object capable of bringing the dead back to life was far more real than the Resurrection Stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone had witnessed Heinrich's revival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After today, the Grail would become an object pursued by the entire world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And John, as its holder, would naturally become the target of all arrows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But John destroying the Grail with his own hand was a clear message to everyone—stop dreaming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Grail was destroyed. This battle was over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The new Headmaster of Durmstrang, Ludwisi Edgar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a long, exhausting day, Ludwisi finally returned home. His appointment to this position had been the result of many board members' decisions, as well as the will of others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An ancient Edgar. The king's adjutant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether it was the resurgence of Grindelwald or the rise of Voldemort,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>this family had been pushed to the forefront once more, dragged back into the public eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was utterly exhausting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ministry of Magic had been monitoring him, suspecting that he might have ties to the Dark Lord.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That surveillance was filled with malice and prejudice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only at home could Ludwisi finally relax.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he passed by one of the rooms, his steps, which should have carried him onward, came to a halt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The butler behind him nearly bumped into his back and looked up in confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw Ludwisi, Headmaster of Durmstrang and head of the Edgar family, staring fixedly in one direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The butler knew this room. It was the Edgar family chamber, its walls painted with portraits belonging to every Edgar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most of those paintings were shrouded in a layer of gloom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only one—Ludwisi's own portrait—was free of that shadow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There had once been three portraits that retained their vitality. Now only one remained, which filled the butler with sorrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since Heinrich's death, Ludwisi had never entered this room again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet this time, he stepped inside without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The butler hesitated, wanting to speak, but saw Ludwisi stop before a painting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at the portrait that had regained its vitality, Ludwisi—who had always remained unshaken even if the Amazon river dried before him—showed loss of composure for the first time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Y-you… you're back.\" His trembling hand brushed over the youthful portrait, his voice thick with emotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The butler stared blankly at the painting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heinrich Edgar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the portrait, his smile was radiant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Light glowed at his side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The light the Edgar family had searched for so long finally shone into the Edgar household.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Misunderstanding! Minister Crouch Personally Enters the Battlefield, Annihilates Voldemort's Followers in One Sweep!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Barty Crouch's Approval Ratings Soar, Becomes the Greatest Minister for Magic in a Century\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A Tense and Thrilling Game: Hogwarts Invaded, the Ministry of Magic Reveals Its True Face\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Shocking! Voldemort Actually…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Voldemort Dead, Panic Comes to an End\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"John Wick—Who Is He?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Grail Brings the Dead Back to Life\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Iron Law of the Magical World Has Been Broken\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Johnny Silverhand Commits Heinous Crimes!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Magical Institute Destroyed, Johnny Silverhand's Brutality Shocks the World\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Newspapers erupted like a flood, appearing one after another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as John had said, Barty Crouch Sr. became the most supported and greatest Minister for Magic in nearly a hundred years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His earlier incompetence had merely been part of a larger gambit, a deliberate act to lull Voldemort into complacency and draw him into the Ministry of Magic's trap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the final day at Hogwarts, countless reporters tried to secure interviews.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the damaged castle gates, Filch cursed nonstop as he chased them away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What struck everyone as the strangest thing about this earth-shaking battle was that Hogwarts' death toll was actually zero.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was simply unbelievable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially in the case of one of the students involved—a Hufflepuff who had been swallowed whole by a vampiric bird. He had been dug out afterward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the creature's stomach, he had merely been unconscious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was as if some unseen force had been protecting Hogwarts all along.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for the source of that power, Dumbledore had his suspicions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Was it you, John?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only one capable of doing this was John—more precisely, John's Grail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That Grail had encompassed all of Hogwarts within its range.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Grail capable of rejuvenation and immortality, healing and protecting every student.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"In truth, that Grail could no longer sustain itself,\" Dumbledore sighed. \"Its power had been drained dry.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At Hogwarts, there were two things: the Book of Admittance, and the Quill of Acceptance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was a wondrous artifact, kept in the Headmaster's office.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every Hogwarts student's name would be written into it—this was how admissions worked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By relying on those two objects, John had layered a protective enchantment over every student.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To protect the entire school—one could imagine just how immense the magical consumption was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aside from the Grail, no one else could have accomplished it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When John frequently went to the Headmaster's office during his sixth year, that had been his true purpose—using magic without Slughorn's knowledge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, even if John had not destroyed the Grail, it would not have been able to continue sustaining itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But destroying the Grail in public and having it naturally fail would lead to very different outcomes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Take Barty Crouch Sr., for example—having personally witnessed John destroy immortality that was within his grasp, his trust in John would only deepen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore coughed, spitting out a mouthful of black blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He did not have much time left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>---\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>o(*￣▽￣*)ブSupport and Read 12 Chapters ahead: Patreon\u002FDragonel\u003C\u002Fp>",1856,"2026-06-06T11:46:12.863Z",1,"novelbin.me","b471533f896351fb37b919d2eff9a79989812401ad725feb644d57bb226b0cdf","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-507","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-505",577,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-john-wick-cover.jpg"]