[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-hogwarts-john-wick":3,"chapter-hogwarts-john-wick-hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-510":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},1646371,2109,"Chapter 510 510: 510: The Price of Playing with Death","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-510",510,"\u003Cp>John did not become complacent. Because he had discovered something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John rubbed his eyes and sighed as he looked at the stark black-and-white world before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Did I turn color-blind?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The world had lost its color.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John only discovered it after waking up that morning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, he thought it was simply fatigue. Now it seemed this was the price of magic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Before, my right eye was blurry. Good thing it didn't make me completely blind.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just color-blind, John comforted himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Basil flew into the room, tilting its head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Riddle flew over beside it and hooted softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John took out some dried fish and placed it in front of the two owls. The third owl, the big-headed grey owl Kiki, flew in, only to be kicked right back out by Basil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, as a new owl, Kiki did not have the qualifications to dine with the two big shots.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John walked down from the attic. Watson was staring at an envelope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had already been a week since they left Hogwarts, and Watson still seemed somewhat unsatisfied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I stationed twenty men at the school gates with Chicago Typewriters, plus three Gatlings and a tank we acquired.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watson smacked his lips regretfully. \"There was also an armed helicopter your grandfather borrowed from Russia. None of it got used.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John silently looked at his father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Given the current situation in Russia, and with Grandfather's influence there, acquiring an armed helicopter did not seem that hard to accept.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What John had not expected was that his father had actually managed to bring all this equipment in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Leaving aside how the helicopter got here, where exactly did you buy the tank?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There's an American immigrant named Yuri Orlov. They call him the Lord of War. There's nothing he can't get his hands on.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watson shrugged. \"I've had some business dealings with him.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Aren't you supposed to be opening a hotel?\" John asked in surprise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A hotel needs some security measures.\" Watson said it so casually that one could not help but wonder just what level of \"security\" he meant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sitting on the sofa, Watson sighed. \"Magic really is amazing. I thought the house was done for after the explosion, but it's perfectly fine.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Wick house had been blown up once. Watson had originally thought they would end up sleeping on the streets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, John merely waved his wand and restored the place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To the outside world, they claimed they had hired a very reliable construction company.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Believe it or not, the Dursley family certainly did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They even went out for a nice meal to celebrate that this year's holiday would no longer be spent nervously with Harry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The magic of love required Harry to stay with the Dursleys for a sufficient time before adulthood, but now that Voldemort was dead, that protection no longer needed to be \"renewed.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Petunia felt somewhat conflicted, but Vernon was purely delighted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just yesterday, Vernon had personally come by and delivered a roasted turkey to the Wick household.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for the taste of the turkey, that was open to interpretation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John had always suspected they only ate turkey because it was cheap and came in large portions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sitting down for breakfast, John stared at the two jars of jam in front of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unfortunately, the jam jars at home looked exactly the same, and the labels had been torn off by a certain idle middle-aged man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One was blue. One was red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blueberry and strawberry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that very middle-aged man was now reaching out to John, asking for the strawberry jam.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After hesitating for a moment, John handed the jar on his left to Watson.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watson, none the wiser, kept reading the letter in his hand while spreading the jam onto his bread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few seconds passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watson looked suspiciously at the blueberry jam in his hand, then raised his head to look at John's perfectly calm expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He began to wonder if his son had done it on purpose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Testing the waters, he asked, \"Was that intentional, or an accident?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"An accident,\" John said without changing his expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From Watson's face, he had already seen the truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watson stared at the blueberry jam.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An accident?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then why did his expression look so perfectly justified?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, Watson did not dwell on it for long. He asked, \"Are you going to work at your… uh… magic company today?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over the past week, Watson, as a father, was still having trouble accepting it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had worked so hard to build his business, only to find out his son had already started running a company years ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So all his hard work had just been for his own satisfaction?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watson felt thoroughly depressed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John nodded. He still needed to make a trip to Silverhand Manor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mrs. Wick was brewing a fresh pot of jasmine tea, which Daphne had sent her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tasting tea from the magical world did not seem all that different from the Muggle world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After finishing his bread, John headed to the basement and used the fireplace to travel to Silverhand Manor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heinrich was living there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John had come to check his condition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, this was the first person in the magical world in many years to truly die and then be revived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was not strange for John, a Level Seven alchemist, to personally examine him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps because the Elixir of Life had been used as the foundation to reconstruct his body, Heinrich's body was brimming with vitality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John watched as Heinrich sliced open his palm. Without using any magic to heal it, the wound quickly closed, leaving only a thin red line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Remarkable.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John had created a total of one and a half lives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first was the Crumple-Horned Snorkack, a completely new creation born from a magical rampage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The half was Heinrich, whose body had been reconstructed with the Holy Grail to receive his soul once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the current results, each of the one and a half possessed their own unique traits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After finishing the examination, John looked toward the door and pressed a hand to his forehead. \"You should think of a way to make Kim Ledislay a little less clingy.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heinrich's face darkened. Looking outside, Kim, like a big golden retriever, was peeking in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ever since Heinrich's revival, the kid had been terrified of losing him again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John said, \"I'll give you both some time off. Think of it as going out to relax.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heinrich replied expressionlessly, \"No need.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No,\" John said earnestly, \"you do need it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the one who had grasped the light for Edgar, Heinrich truly did need some rest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Consider it a company-funded trip. I need you to go to America, and then to France.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John continued, \"I'm planning to open another branch. I need you to coordinate the details with Nagini.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Well, it was not purely a vacation after all, and Heinrich did not refuse again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the two of them left, John leaned back in his chair, looking somewhat worn out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He rubbed his eyes. This time, it was not just color-blindness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His vision was getting blurrier and blurrier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this rate, he might go blind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I need to check this,\" John murmured after a moment, deciding to give himself a full examination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood up, and his head suddenly swam.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Huuf.. huff..\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grabbing the edge of the table, John's expression darkened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What's going on?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something was very wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More than wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John looked down at his hand. A circular mark had appeared there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Gate of Objects\u002FThings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What was happening?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John stared at the circle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Surprised?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A voice suddenly sounded beside his ear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked up and saw an unexpected figure appear in the study.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More precisely, it had not appeared physically, but was reflected within John's eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that distorted, hoarse voice, Death said, \"Those who toy with death never meet a good end. Especially when you have broken the iron law of the magical world.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps it was an illusion, but Death seemed faintly gloating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Even Death, who governs life and death, has no authority to bring the dead back.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You have done something that violates the rules. You must pay the price.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Death extended a finger. Though it was not truly present in this world, John felt his body being touched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That skeletal finger pressed against John's chest, and the genderless, distorted voice rasped, \"You have angered this world.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You will be punished. The price is…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John lowered his head to look at his left hand. Golden sand was flowing out along his arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his right hand, the silver soul and the black Devouring Curse were leaking away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From his eyes, black and violet energy surged outward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Perhaps we will meet again. Perhaps we will not.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Death waved at John and said, \"Farewell, one who toys with death. Challenger of the rules.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John felt his body being pulled away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, high in the sky—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Across the daylight sky, streak after streak appeared, like scars left by violent collisions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Awooo—!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wolf's howl rang in his ears, and John's expression changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He seemed to see the White Wolf, a disaster from another world, drawing closer to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he opened his eyes again, John found himself in a place similar to the space before entering the Gate of Objects.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw the worlds colliding and intersecting, the resulting shattering of rules creating the span between one world and another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The true Conjunction of the Spheres.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John drew in a deep breath. He had not expected to be exiled—exiled by magic itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed his rule-breaking had truly angered magic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now he either had to wait to be cast into another world, or take the initiative.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Since you know I don't follow the rules, then be prepared for me not to follow them.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John had never been someone to sit and wait for death. His eyes shifted into vertical pupils as he raised his right hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was still an unfinished contract on it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Gate of Objects\u002FThings traced its lines, forming a connection with a witch from another world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Head to that world?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No. John was only using this power to exchange for something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Equivalent exchange.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A chaotic light flickered in John's eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next second, golden flames ignited in his right hand, and a key appeared in his palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the final moment before being completely exiled, he used the key to open a space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside stood a massive stone monument.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gripping the locket at his chest, John entered the monument.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The very next second, the monument was destroyed by the force of exile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When John opened his eyes again, there was nothing but endless darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He did not know where he was, but he could be certain of one thing—he was still in the original world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Footsteps sounded near his ear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then came a woman's voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Where did this young wizard come from?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>_____\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>o(*￣▽￣*)ブSupport and Read 12 Chapters ahead: Patreon\u002FDragonel\u003C\u002Fp>",1824,"2026-06-06T11:46:12.863Z",1,"novelbin.me","200439dcfcaeb9e1728b785962e7e4d5de8448fd109ea8b57ad90c91a95300dc","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-511","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-509",577,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-john-wick-cover.jpg"]