Hogwarts' John Wick

Nighttime.

Harry got out of bed, threw on his Invisibility Cloak, and quietly left the dormitory.

To make sure he wouldn't get caught, he also brought the Marauder's Map with him.

After confirming everything was safe, he walked to the portrait hole, opened it, and stepped out.

On the night of the Yule Ball, Cedric had approached him and suggested trying the Prefects' Bathroom.

At first, Harry thought Cedric was just showing off his Prefect status, but since he had found no clues about the golden egg, he eventually decided to give it a try.

Thanks to Filch's presence, Hogwarts Castle was eerily quiet.

Harry moved cautiously, checking the map every few steps.

Noticing Filch moving at high speed on the map, Harry couldn't help but feel alarmed.

"But why and how is Filch running so fast?"

It seemed like Filch was using some sort of magic—he had just been on the second floor, and in the blink of an eye, he was already on the third.

After much difficulty, Harry finally reached the Prefects' Bathroom.

Approaching the door, he whispered the password: "Fresh Pineapple."

With a creak, the door opened.

Harry's heart pounded as he quickly stepped inside and shut the door behind him.

Not long after closing it, he saw on the Marauder's Map that Filch had just dashed past the entrance.

He let out a sigh of relief and took off his Invisibility Cloak. 

The Prefects' Bathroom was shockingly luxurious—it was more like a rectangular swimming pool, with about a hundred golden faucets lining the edges of the tub. 

Harry thought that being a Prefect might not be so bad after all—just this bathroom alone was enough to tempt anyone. 

Standing in the lavish and beautifully designed bathroom, he couldn't help but suspect that Cedric had been messing with him. How was this place supposed to help him unlock the secret of the golden egg? 

Regardless, a place this fancy was definitely worth taking a bath in. 

He started testing the various golden faucets, and soon, fragrant bubbles began flowing out. 

He tried a few more—all of them produced different effects. 

After taking off his clothes, he stepped into the water. It was surprisingly deep—his feet could barely touch the bottom. 

Swimming back and forth a couple of times, he returned to the edge of the pool and picked up the golden egg, examining it closely. He still couldn't figure out what it had to do with the Prefects' Bathroom. 

There was no sudden flash of inspiration, no moment of enlightenment. 

He decided to try opening the golden egg. 

The wailing scream that burst out nearly made him lose his balance. 

He quickly snapped the egg shut, his heart pounding, afraid that the noise might attract Filch. 

And that's when he met a pair of eyes. 

Moaning Myrtle. 

Harry nearly jumped out of his skin.

"I thought it was that handsome guy," Moaning Myrtle said, looking disappointed. She turned to leave through the pipes. 

Harry suddenly thought of something and quickly called out, "Myrtle, do you know how to open it?" 

Myrtle turned back and looked at Harry. He wasn't wearing anything, which made him both embarrassed and annoyed. 

She stared at him for a long time before finally saying, "Hmm.. John looks better." 

Before Harry could explode in anger, Myrtle lazily added, "That handsome guy dropped the golden egg into the water." 

With that, she disappeared down the pipes before Harry could ask any more questions. 

Harry stood there, thinking about Myrtle's words. He placed the golden egg into the water and waited. 

He was starting to get pruney when he suddenly realized—he hadn't actually opened the egg! 

Panicking, he quickly dove into the water and flipped it open. 

The horrible screeching transformed into a beautiful song. 

At last, he understood what the second task was about. 

With the clue in hand, he hurriedly got dressed, threw on his Invisibility Cloak, and rushed out. 

But the moment he stepped outside, he glanced at the Marauder's Map—Filch was heading straight toward him at high speed. 

"Crap!"

He hurriedly changed direction to escape, but unfortunately, Filch was too fast. 

Before Harry could even reach the stairs, Filch was already nearby. 

Filch scanned the area, searching for any sign of Harry, making him hold his breath in fear. 

"Filch." 

Just as Harry thought he might become the first champion to be put in detention, a rough voice rang out. 

He glanced at the Marauder's Map—strangely, no one seemed to be approaching. 

Before he could think too much about it, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed through the corridor. Moments later, Moody's scarred, grizzled face appeared. 

Filch's expression immediately shifted into a fawning smile. "Professor." 

Moody's magical eye spun wildly before locking onto Harry's position. 

Gulp!

Harry's heart pounded. 

Moody spoke, "Just now, I saw a student running fast. I couldn't catch up to him." 

Filch was furious. Someone dared to take advantage of a disabled person?! 

Without hesitation, he dashed off in the direction Moody had pointed, giving Harry a chance to escape. 

But Moody didn't leave. Instead, he turned and stared directly at where Harry was standing.

Harry knew he had been exposed. Accepting his fate, he pulled off the Invisibility Cloak. 

"Professor, I..." 

Moody wasn't looking at him—his eyes were fixed on the map in Harry's hand, a hint of surprise in his expression. 

"Perhaps you had a reason and couldn't help it, right?" 

Moody beckoned Harry over. Harry handed him the map, and after glancing at it, Moody praised, "This is quite the useful tool. Mind if I borrow it?" 

As he spoke, he muttered in his usual mysterious manner, "You know, I need to keep an eye out for any bad guys who might sneak into the school." 

Although Harry found it a little strange, Moody had been kind to him lately, even giving him advice for the first task. So he didn't question it too much. 

After Harry left, Moody held the map, silently watching as Harry's figure moved across it. 

"A very useful tool, indeed." 

He murmured to himself before turning and heading in another direction. 

... 

Time passed quickly, and the day of the second task arrived. 

John's tear incontinence had mostly been treated, but he still had trouble resisting emotional connections with others. 

Because of this, he ended up having a rather unique Valentine's Day. 

Daphne remained in a good mood for an entire week.

John wasn't wearing a mask. He noticed that Heinrich had been dragged over by Kim to make up the numbers, standing there in a silver mask. 

Kim, on the other hand, wore a white mask and was whispering something teasingly into Heinrich's ear. Heinrich, trying to maintain his composure, stared straight ahead without reacting. 

Judging from the helpless emotions radiating from Tommy, it was probably something that shouldn't be overheard. 

"Don't ruin my image," John sighed in exasperation. 

Since when did Johnny Silverhand whisper in someone's ear all playfully like that? 

The second task was set in the Black Lake, something the four champions had known for a while. 

Ludo had been released, though he had visibly lost a lot of weight, his cheeks sunken in. 

Dumbledore even asked if he was dieting, to which Ludo quickly and repeatedly affirmed. 

Looks like he wouldn't dare cheat again—after all, Tommy had reported that Barty Jr. had beaten him up nine times in three days. 

As for the mole within the security team, progress had been made. The suspect had been narrowed down to a recruited dark wizard from the Silverhand Manor patrol team. 

Tommy had sent his good friend Lippy to befriend the suspicious dark wizard who could be the traitor. 

The target was highly cautious, but luckily, he and Lippy shared a common habit—smoking. 

Let's keep the bait out there. Once he makes contact with the Death Eaters, we'll take him down.

John wanted to set a trap. Without anyone realizing it, Silverhand Manor had already been transformed into a giant cage.

He was going to catch those Death Eaters. 

The tournament was about to start, and the last champion, Harry, arrived at the Black Lake at the very last minute. 

Karkaroff was visibly disappointed. He had probably hoped that Harry's tardiness would get him disqualified. 

 I can only say that the calculation was quite good. Better luck next time. 

Ludo Bagman, upon seeing Harry, was relieved but dared not show it. 

He no longer had the nerve to favor Harry, but considering he had bet his entire fortune on Harry winning, he naturally didn't want him to miss the task. 

John was also curious about how Harry would solve the issue of breathing underwater. 

Then, as soon as the whistle blew, he saw Harry put something in his mouth. 

"Gillyweed?" 

John was stunned. Where did Harry get that? 

Gillyweed was a rare ingredient—Harry shouldn't have had the opportunity to obtain it. 

And wasn't the whole point to rely on his own skills and use just the wand? Why was he outsourcing a drug? This guy was cheating again, wasn't he? 

This time, he didn't even use a Summoning Charm—he just brought it in and ate it. At this rate, why not just bring a full set of diving gear? 

After swallowing the gillyweed, slits appeared on both sides of Harry's neck as if his skin had been cut open, and a set of gills grew out.

He dove into the water and immediately felt the ability to breathe freely. 

Overjoyed, he noticed that webbing had grown between his fingers, and his bare feet had elongated, now also webbed. 

He was like a merperson, swiftly gliding through the water. 

The Black Lake was dark, and he could only see about ten feet ahead. 

This made searching underwater especially difficult.

When Dobby had given him the gillyweed, he had mentioned that Ron was being held at the bottom as a "treasure." 

According to the song's hint, if Harry didn't find Ron within an hour, Ron would be lost forever. 

That added to his anxiety—he needed to find him fast. 

The deeper he swam, the denser the tangled black water plants became, forming an underwater forest. 

He was starting to feel lost in the darkness. 

Suddenly, he felt something grab his ankle. 

Turning back, he saw that his foot had been ensnared by water plants. 

Panicking, he turned and flailed as he tried to free himself. 

A dark figure flashed between the water plants. Startled, he whipped his head around but couldn't make out what it was. 

The next second— 

Harry was yanked forcefully, dragged deeper into the water plants. 

He felt multiple hands grabbing him, pulling him layer by layer into their grasp. He struggled with all his strength.

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