34: Twist and Homecoming

34: Twist and Homecoming

Mr. John Wick....?

The Slytherins were already bracing themselves for the humiliation of not winning the cup, but they hadn't expected a twist like this.

The blonde beauty Daphne had been on the verge of making a snide remark to Pansy about Dumbledore, but she swallowed her words upon hearing this.

Malfoy nearly threw his cup at Crabbe's head, staring at John in disbelief.

Dumbledore continued, "Mr. John Wick, with his keen intuition and meticulous observation, uncovered the identity of that person. In the Forbidden Forest, he saved a unicorn and then bravely rescued Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy from being hit by the killing curse."

"He risked his life to save Harry Potter, defeated that individual, and protected Hogwarts."

"His selflessness and courage in the face of danger are truly commendable."

"For this, I award Slytherin an additional... 80 points!"

What a twist!

At this moment, John Wick was the hero of Slytherin. Unlike the earlier deafening noise, the students of the other three houses stared at John in stunned silence, as if seeing this troublemaker in a new light for the first time.

Many focused on the fact that he had defeated that person—the one whose name must not be mentioned.

This was the second time since the birth of Harry Potter that such a defeat had occurred.

"That's fantastic!"

"""WOW!!!!"""

Daphne was the first to cheer, and soon the entire Slytherin house erupted into celebration.

John was pulled into a hug by Malfoy, his goblet shaking in his hand and spilling pumpkin juice everywhere. Goyle and Crabbe, taking initiative, hoisted John onto their shoulders, parading him around the Slytherin table like a hero.

"""" jOHN wICK!""""

No one dared mention that John was a Muggle-born; he had earned his place in Slytherin.

John took the goblet of pumpkin juice from Daphne and, under the watchful eyes of the Slytherins, raised it high.

"To eternal glory."

"""To eternal glory!!!"""

Slytherin had defended their seven-year winning streak, now an eight-year streak, on track to break Hogwarts records.Nnêw n0vel chapters are published at novelhall.combledore, seated again, clapped his hands in applause.

'This kid.. heh,' Snape's usually stiff smile visibly softened into a genuine one.

Under the green and silver banners, the other houses joined in the year-end feast celebrations.

Among the trio, Ron scratched his head and said, "For some reason, losing to John doesn't feel so bad."

Hermione, despite Slytherin having the annoying Malfoy, couldn't bring herself to resist much either—John was her friend after all. Despite her efforts throughout the year, she still couldn't surpass John.

Harry, knowing it was John who saved him, felt no resistance either, although he was somewhat annoyed by the smug expression Malfoy was showing the greffindore's after every 5 seconds.

'Never mind, I'll figure it out later. Time to head home.'

Having been away from home for almost a year, John was starting to feel homesick.

The train chugged into King's Cross Station, and John stepped off the train.

On Platform Nine and Three-Quarters, a shriveled old guard stood by the barrier, allowing only two or three people to pass at a time. This was to prevent a large crowd from emerging from the seemingly solid wall all at once, which would draw too much attention.

Many people greeted John, most of them from Slytherin and Gryffindor. The Slytherins acknowledged him for the glory he had brought to their house, while the Gryffindors were convinced that the Sorting Hat must have been malfunctioning.

Harry received similar attention, with people constantly approaching and greeting him.

"I'll be off then," John said, bidding farewell to the trio and heading towards the barrier. He walked through the wall and returned to the Muggle world.

John spotted his parents, Mr. and Mrs. Wick, waiting for him. Not far from them were the red-haired young girl Ginny and Mrs. Weasley.

How did John know their identities?

Because when Harry came out, the young girl started screaming non-stop, giving John a clear understanding of what it meant to have a fangirl.

"You must be John Wick, right?"

Mrs. Weasley, introduced by Ron, also approached John. The two families had a friendly meeting.

Likewise, the Granger family came over as well, except for the Dursleys, who wanted nothing to do with wizards.

Behind the Dursleys, Dudley looked at John with a terrified expression, as if he'd seen a ghost.

John gave him a 'friendly' smile and pointed at Harry, signaling that he was under his protection. If Harry had a hard time, John wouldn't mind giving Dudley a reminder of their past encounters.

...

Summer vacations were always full of joy.

But Watson Wick felt that his son seemed out of place during the summer, spending all his time in the basement.

"John, you've been at a wizarding school for so long, haven't you learned any magic?"

Watson Wick asked for the eleventh time, not giving up. John, a bit exasperated, looked at his father and said, "I've told you, young wizards aren't allowed to use magic in the Muggle world."

Seeing that his dad still wasn't giving up, John said sternly, "Do you really want to see your son sent to Azkaban - a prison in the magical world?"

Watson smiled embarrassedly and muttered, "It's not that serious, isn't there a law to protect minors in the wizarding world?"

John just gave him a look. If he came to the basement to disturb him again, don't blame him for secretly giving his father some sleeping potion.

He was holding a tube of blood-red reagent in his hand, and from time to time there were dots of patterns like fire dragons flowing on it.

Magical blood.

He was studying how to use it.

But while he was studying, he also stretched his claws to the wand.

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