Hogwarts’ John Wick 198: Comfort and Rescue

198: Comfort and Rescue

Darkness engulfed John's vision, and an overwhelming surge of emotions—unease, panic, fear, dread—poured into his mind all at once.

He could feel the Zouwu's tornt as if it were his own, even the sharp pain of the collar's barbs piercing into its bones was vividly clear.

"Grr—"

"Sss.."

Drawing in a sharp breath, John forced himself to endure the discomfort and softly whispered words of reassurance: "Hey, big guy, the sun's setting."

Through the ntal magic, his soothing words reached the Zouwu's mind, causing its frantic movents to slow.

Hagrid's booming voice rang out in excitent, "John, it's working!"

Clinging tightly to the Zouwu's mane, John continued in a gentle tone, "It's okay, the bad guys have been caught."

The Zouwu began to calm down, though it still remained highly wary.

John shouted, "Hagrid, do you have anything to help the Zouwu calm down?"

With Hagrid being a magical creature expert, there was no need to ask anyone else.

Hagrid, who had been panicking monts ago, quickly responded, "Wait here!" before rushing into the woods.

During this ti, John did his best to continue soothing the Zouwu using his ntal magic.

The creature bore nurous scars from its captivity, the worst of which were on its eyes and neck.

Its left eye was dull and lifeless, seemingly blind, while the vision in its right eye was cloudy, like that of soone severely nearsighted.

The collar around the Zouwu's neck continued to tighten, leaving John with no choice but to focus on calming it; he didn't have a free hand to remove the cruel device.

Hagrid returned, holding sothing that looked suspiciously like an oversized cat toy.

Approaching cautiously, he waved the toy in the air, trying to capture the Zouwu's attention.

With its severely nearsighted eyes, the Zouwu had to get quite close to see what Hagrid was holding.

The mont it spotted the cat toy, John felt the tension ease in the creature. It stretched out its massive paws, batting at the toy with a playful motion.

It was working.

Exchanging a glance with Hagrid, John quietly shifted his hands toward the collar.

This device was cruel by design—any resistance would activate its chanism, severing the creature's neck.

"Poor beast..."

Several steel spikes had already pierced deep into the Zouwu's flesh. If they went any further, it would be fatal.

For most wizards, this would be a daunting task, but for John, a master of alchemy, it was manageable.

He extended his right hand, and a silver ring slid over two of his fingers.

Gently pressing against the collar, John sent a pulse through it, causing the magical structure within to collapse instantly.

With a simple Reducio, the collar shattered into fragnts, and the embedded spikes withdrew.

The Zouwu let out a pained cry as the spikes were removed—a sound that oddly resembled that of a massive, disgruntled cat.

Hagrid waved the giant cat toy, and the Zouwu obediently lay down on the ground, seemingly pacified.

John inspected its wounds, noticing that the injuries bore traces of dark magic, which made them resistant to ordinary healing spells.

"They'll heal with ti and care," Hagrid said, his eyes shining with excitent. The ntal abacus in his head was practically clattering as he calculated the logistics of keeping the Zouwu.

John gave Hagrid a withering look. The Zouwu was practically made for Hagrid's aesthetic—massive in size and radiating a ferocious energy.

But keeping a Zouwu wasn't just impractical; it was borderline suicidal. Not only was it highly dangerous, but it could also traverse space at will.

Ignoring Hagrid's enthusiasm, John pulled out a handful of Galleons.

With one hand holding the coins and the other pressed against the Zouwu's wound, he began to channel a spell.

"Grr!"

The Zouwu flinched at the sensation, its massive head turning toward John with the intention to bite. But just as quickly, it stopped, distracted by a strange, ticklish feeling emanating from the wound.

Using the Coin Spell he had learned from the ancient goblin magic, John watched as the Galleons vanished rapidly in his hand. Unbothered, he casually pulled out more coins to continue the treatnt.

When you have money, you can afford to be extravagant.

anwhile, he discreetly took out a vial and collected a sample of the Zouwu's blood as it oozed from the wound.

Bit by bit, the fragnts of the cursed collar embedded in the flesh were expelled, and after burning through a staggering 500 Galleons, the wound was finally healed.

"Ridiculously expensive, good thing it has no value to ," John muttered.

Even opening a store by yourself couldn't match the speed of the Coin Spell taking the profits away. In less than half a minute, John had burned through 500 Galleons. Even wasting money wasn't this extravagant.

With the pain gone, the Zouwu beca noticeably more cheerful. It sprang up, hopping around in joy.

Its vision was still problematic, but with proper rest and recovery, it should heal over ti.

Without drawing attention to himself, John quietly stashed away the vial of Zouwu blood.

From the edge of the Forbidden Forest, a unicorn ca bounding toward him.

It was Weiwei.

Beside her was a centaur, soone familiar—Firenze, whom John had t during his first year.

There was no denying it: Firenze was incredibly handso.

Weiwei circled around John a few tis, then gently touched him with her horn.

"The Forbidden Forest has had a lot of large animals active lately. I was worried about you," she ntly said with concern.

Touched by her care, John reached out and patted Weiwei's mane.

anwhile, Firenze approached the Zouwu and began conversing with Hagrid.

The poachers had woken up. Upon seeing Hagrid, they started yelling, especially the one whose fingers had been broken. His screams were particularly miserable.

Hagrid decided to hand them over to the school for punishnt. These poachers had been sneaking into the Forbidden Forest every year to capture rare magical creatures.

Firenze ca over to express his gratitude. The Zouwu's rampage had caused chaos in the Forbidden Forest, affecting so of the creatures, and the poachers had captured several magical animals.

John handed the poachers over to Hagrid and Firenze for them to deal with, knowing they would rescue the captured creatures.

As he was about to leave, John turned to look at the big cat following him and felt a headache coming on.

"Why are you following ?"

"Grr?" Zouwu tilted its head.

He could sense the Zouwu's feelings of fear and vulnerability, likely a result of forming a dependence on him after being rescued.

John needed to visit the unicorn herd, but if the Zouwu followed, it might frighten the unicorns.

Weiwei assured him it wouldn't be a problem, explaining that the Zouwu, as a benevolent creature, wouldn't eat anything other than dead animals.

With no other choice, John reluctantly brought the Zouwu along.

Since its vision was impaired, John held up his glowing wand to light the way for it.

After passing through the waterfall, John arrived once more at the unicorns' habitat.

Clark wasn't there, so Weiwei led John to collect the unicorn horn.

As paynt, John left behind a bottle of Starry Brew, a magical drink rich in power, which imdiately won over a large group of unicorns.

When Clark returned, he was greeted by the sight of a group of drunken unicorns.

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In the end, John left the Zouwu with Hagrid. After repeatedly promising to return, the Zouwu reluctantly agreed to stay behind.

Hagrid, brimming with excitent, prepared an assortnt of food for the Zouwu, piling up things like dead sheep and pigs in front of it.

True to his word, John returned the next day to check on it.

The Zouwu was overjoyed, bounding around like an oversized housecat.

Hagrid's small hut was nearly toppled by its antics, but far from being upset, Hagrid was thrilled.

Poor Fang, however, wasn't as pleased.

Terrified of the Zouwu, he refused to go inside the hut, worried it might collapse and bury him.

John had thought that after their previous conversation, Hermione would drop the idea of forming her society. To his surprise, she went through with it anyway.

Harry and Ron, looking utterly miserable, were roped into spreading awareness among students. They were practically going around asking, "Have you heard about Amway?"

The Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare hadn't even managed to gain a foothold. Understandably so—most wizards were used to house-elves being servants and weren't about to give up such a convenient arrangent.

Even the famously inclusive Hufflepuffs weren't keen on the idea, especially since they often relied on house-elves for midnight snacks.

Without house-elves, who would make their late-night als?

Draco Malfoy, upon hearing about the society, was seething with anger. He still hadn't forgotten how Harry had tricked the Malfoy family's house-elf.

So it was preditated!

Feeling a bit guilty, John averted his gaze. He couldn't very well admit that back then, he simply found Lucius Malfoy annoying and had nudged Harry into doing it.

'Sorry, Harry, but you're just going to have to take the bla for this one.'

John thought to himself, silently apologizing before pretending as if nothing had happened.

Basil flew over carrying so letters. Taking them, John glanced through and noticed that there really weren't many people researching ntal magic.

He had sent inquiries to a few authorities on healing magic, but unfortunately, none of them could confirm whether his thod would work.

So, however, did provide constructive feedback. They suggested that if John's approach—using empathy to break into the minds of the Longbottoms—was successful, then healing might indeed be possible.

No one dared guarantee success, though. After all, no one had ever attempted such a thing before.

Setting the letters aside, John tapped his fingers on the table.

It seed that there was at least so potential in his plan.

Among the letters Basil brought back were a few from Tommy.

It seed Basil had noticed them and decided to deliver them along the way.

The letters ntioned that the investigation into Tom Riddle's family ho and the orphanage had already begun.

John had instructed them to notify him imdiately upon any discoveries, with no need to conduct further investigations.

With only a surna to go on, given the current reach of Johnny Silverhand's network, finding the target was just a matter of ti.

anwhile, another matter arose: Barty Crouch Sr., who had been away on official duties for so ti, returned ho to find that his house had been broken into.

"Sothing happened at old Barty's place?"

John frowned.

Recently, Barty Sr. had been preoccupied with work and, with his son absent from the house, had rarely been ho.

Additionally, since he had dismissed the family's house-elf, it ruled out the possibility of the elf returning.

Was this a direct move against Barty Sr., or was there so other motive at play?

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