[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-hogwarts-john-wick":3,"chapter-hogwarts-john-wick-hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-560":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},1646344,2109,"Chapter 560 560: 560: The father wielded the son's sword","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-560",560,"\u003Cp>Have you ever seen The Fast and the Furious?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, that one, with the man who talks about family and hits the nitro without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right now in London, there was someone just like that. Though there was no nitro, the speed had already blown past two speed cameras.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Canary Wharf driving god's car. Truly terrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watson sat in the car, his expression grave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hands gripped the seatbelt tightly as he carefully said to his wife, who was driving, \"We could slow down a little.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Shut up!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mrs. Wick, the Canary Wharf driving goddess, slammed the accelerator, and the intense force pressed Watson back into his seat, silencing him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They left the GTR trying to keep up far behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watson regretted ever modifying the car behind his wife's back. This kind of speed was clearly beyond his control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mrs. Wick's eyes darkened, allowing her to track the golden beetle more clearly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the back seat, the two owls narrowed their eyes. The white one cast Watson a look of pure disdain, as if mocking him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ever since learning that her son was trapped, Mrs. Wick had become completely reckless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The car raced wildly, drawing the attention of more than a dozen police cars in pursuit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heart pounding, Watson received a phone call.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes, yes, Mr. Mycroft, it's me, Watson.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is for a reason. I know it looks suspicious, but it's not a chase and there's no bomb. The hotel matter will proceed as scheduled.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Could you have those police officers pull back?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…Alright, I'm mainly worried they'll crash.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No sooner had he said that than Watson saw Mrs. Wick yank the handbrake and spin the wheel, executing a perfect drain-style drift through the corner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The police cars behind them, carrying too much speed into the turn, crashed into one another in a chain reaction, blocking the entire road.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A confused voice came from the other end of the call.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mr. Wick, what was that noise?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Uh… nothing.\" He had barely finished speaking when an explosion sounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He swallowed hard, turned his head back, and repeated as if nothing had happened, \"Nothing at all.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the other end, the man looked at the phone with suspicion. He had clearly heard an explosion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The golden beetle flew at incredible speed. Aside from Mrs. Wick, no one could keep their eyes on it without losing track.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They sped across Tower Bridge and reached the Tower of London.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The golden beetle flew upward toward the Tower. There was no need to drive any further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The smoking car was abandoned without a second thought as the couple hurried after it on foot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The golden beetle had already stopped, hovering in midair. Above, a black owl and a white owl circled over the White Tower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They rushed inside, searching along the way, until they reached St. John's Chapel, where they saw a hole broken open above.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sunlight streamed through the opening, and the golden beetle hovered in place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, something was wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking closer, beneath the brown prayer desk, the faint outline of a sword appeared under the sunlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is this John's sword?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The golden beetle crouched on the hilt, and the red gem gleamed with a strange, mystical light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watson and Mrs. Wick exchanged a glance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then they stepped forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The couple stopped before the Silver Wick Sword, and Watson took a deep breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slowly reached out, but just as he was about to grasp the hilt, his hand passed straight through it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What's going on?\" Watson was baffled and tried several more times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sword was clearly there, yet it could not be touched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mrs. Wick reached out as well, but she could not touch it either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Magic.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thought flashed through Watson's mind as he remembered his son's words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He murmured John's words, \"This sword was forged with my blood. Only those closest to me can locate it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at the beetle crouched on the hilt, the idea in Watson's mind grew clearer and clearer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then, a gunshot interrupted his thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Haha, Watson Wick, even you make mistakes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dozens of vicious-looking men stood with weapons in hand. The leader was a dark-skinned man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wore a thick gold chain, a gold ring set with a red gem on his left hand, and held a revolver in his right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's you? CJ?!\" Watson frowned. \"The Grove Street Gang was already exiled.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fuck!\" the leader, CJ, roared in fury. \"Only fools let you control them. The lions of Grove Street are not afraid!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This had originally been the territory of the Grove Street Gang. The ones who had caused trouble for the hotel last time were also these people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watson had driven them out with the support of both the authorities and the entire underground network, yet he had not expected them to be this persistent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The situation was dire. They were deep in the Grove Street Gang's territory, with no support.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mrs. Wick quietly turned around. She kicked off her high heels and flicked her fingers, revealing two teaspoons she had brought in haste.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Taking a fighting stance, she said coldly, \"Anyone who gets in the way of saving my son will die.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Spoons?\" The leader burst into laughter at the sight of what she held.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a mocking tone, he said, \"Are you going to use those to make me a cup of coffee?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still laughing, he did not take her seriously at all. Without warning, he raised his gun and pulled the trigger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bullet moved too fast to be seen, rushing toward Mrs. Wick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her black hair swept aside as the bullet tore a hole through it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, she lowered her body, preparing to charge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The teaspoon in her hand flashed into a streak of gold, piercing straight through the skull of another man who was about to raise his gun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a phantom, she appeared among the crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fists, fingers, palms, elbows, knees, legs, shoulders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anything that could be moved became a deadly weapon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the fiercest lion had to bow before a witcher.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially a witcher searching for her son.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The alpha of the Jovonovich family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silver light flashed as gunfire erupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mrs. Wick charged through them like a tiger among sheep, unleashing a massacre.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone tried to attack from behind. Her hair snapped straight, slicing across the man's throat like steel wire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood sprayed, blooming across her pale skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"W-What kind of monster is this?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CJ watched as his men were slaughtered like vegetables by a woman wielding nothing but a teaspoon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Grove Street, where he came from, there were many people with strange abilities. Not to mention the legendary barber who could give a long hairstyle to a bald man, he had even seen an old man who could barely walk make someone jump off a building with just a stick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this kind of human killing machine defied all imagination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before today, he had never known that a strand of hair could kill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"More men! Get more men! Shoot her!\" he shouted in panic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reinforcements who rushed in were all armed, pouring out a barrage of bullets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even a witcher had to avoid such dense firepower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mrs. Wick moved at incredible speed, taking cover behind a wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bullets struck it, sending fragments of stone flying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watson grew increasingly anxious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His own people would not arrive in time, and the leader had already set his sights on him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grinning viciously, he took a hand axe from one of his men and stepped toward Watson.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Watson Wick, the underground king of London?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You may be useless, but you've got yourself a beautiful and competent woman,\" he said, licking his lips with a sinister smile, the blade reflecting his twisted face. \"My men are all well equipped.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"After I cut off your limbs, I'll make you watch.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, he brought the axe down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watson did not dodge. He suddenly lunged forward, crashing into the man's chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They grappled, and Watson drove a punch into his molars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The axe cut across Watson's arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Watson seized both of the man's arms and used the most primal weapon given to humanity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He bit into the man's throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The metallic scent of blood filled his nose. Watson's eyes turned red as his teeth tore through flesh and pressed against the windpipe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a savage tear, he bit a chunk of flesh straight from the man's neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood splattered everywhere. Watson spat out the flesh and stared unblinkingly at the man as he slowly died.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reached out, thrusting his fingers toward the man's eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A ragged, leaking scream escaped. Wasted!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watson dug into the eyes and crushed them in his grip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You can touch me, but you should never have touched my family. You will never see the path to heaven. You will fall into hell for eternity.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gunfire had stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The men were shaken by the brutality of what they had just witnessed, especially the sight of him tearing out their leader's throat with his teeth. He looked like a demon from hell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don't be afraid of him. Kill him!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The second-in-command shouted, \"He's alone. Kill him!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mrs. Wick was still pinned down by gunfire. Watson took the hand axe from the fallen man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swaying as he stood, he faced the group. They raised their guns. He raised the axe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Blood of the father, blade of the son.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His left hand pressed against the sharp edge of the axe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a sharp rip, blood flowed freely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The members of the Grove Street Gang thought he had gone mad, injuring himself at such a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Watson moved his hand toward the illusory blade beneath the sunlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood dripped from his palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Touched by the blood of kin, the Silver Wick Sword gradually became solid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watson released the hand axe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reached out and grasped the hilt. This time, his hand did not pass through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a low roar, he drew the sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade shone with a noble silver luster, set with gemstones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was not merely a sword, but a work of art.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Holding it in his left hand, Watson leveled it toward the Grove Street Gang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let me see what you can do,\" he muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What was that line John used…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I am the fire dragon... Draco ignis sum\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flames ignited along the blade, and a dragon's roar echoed within, shaking the chapel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The father wielded the son's sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>____\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>o(*￣▽￣*)ブSupport and Read 12 Chapters ahead: Patreon\u002FDragonel\u003C\u002Fp>",1755,"2026-06-06T11:46:15.854Z",1,"novelbin.me","c83bb7a79f6555931a29ada85672ac9c544377873ddc595fbcc274166927c192","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-561","hogwarts-john-wick-chapter-559",577,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-john-wick-cover.jpg"]