Hogwarts' John Wick

"Your evaluation score has reached the lowest tier. You're fired. This authority was granted to me by the Ministry of Magic."

Umbridge looked on gleefully as Trelawney stood there trembling and sobbing.

Trelawney couldn't believe it—she couldn't believe she was being thrown out of the place she had lived for sixteen years.

She sat down on one of her trunks, rocking back and forth in grief.

Her pitiful appearance moved even the bystanders.

Lavender and Parvati, who adored her, clung to each other in tears. Professor McGonagall pushed through the crowd and went straight to Trelawney.

Despite disliking this colleague in many aspects, McGonagall couldn't bear to see her fellow teacher dismissed like this.

"There, there, Sybill, try to calm down," she said, pulling out a large handkerchief and gently patting Trelawney's back. "It's not as bad as you think.. you won't be—"

"Why not?"

Umbridge interjected with a cruel smile.

She was just about to watch this woman—her rival in authority—squirm and lie in vain attempts to comfort Trelawney when—

A black owl swooped down from the sky.

It was a long-eared black owl, circling twice in the air before landing atop another large trunk.

It was here for Trelawney.

Umbridge recognized that owl—and the envelope it carried, marked with the silver hand emblem.

It was as if someone had suddenly stuffed her mouth full of raw potatoes—she let out a ridiculous, wheezing sputter.

Even Professor McGonagall, who had been comforting Trelawney, froze on the spot.

Riddle—The black long-eared owl gave a sharp cry, reminding Trelawney to take the envelope.

But Trelawney was lost in her grief, so McGonagall had to take it on her behalf.

The owl, having delivered its letter, didn't fly away. Its sharp yellow eyes—quite unlike any ordinary owl's—locked onto Umbridge.

In that moment, Umbridge had the absurd urge to rub her hands together and fawn over it.

She shrieked in a mix of confusion and panic, "Why is sir Johnny Silverhand's owl here?!"

Trelawney continued sniffling, clearly in no state to read the letter.

Still clinging to McGonagall, she left the professor no choice but to open the letter from the second most powerful man in the wizarding world.

"To the great seer Sybill Trelawney,

I, Johnny Silverhand, extend my respect to the Prophet of the Trelawney family.

The Johnny Silverhand Exclusive Emporium is preparing to launch the Marvelous Divination Pavilion and currently lacks a gifted and powerful Seer to oversee it.

Should you be willing, I would like to invite you to join as an Elder—with all the status and benefits that entails.

Additionally, the Silverhand Cellar shall be forever open to you, free of charge.

—Johnny Silverhand."

It was both an invitation letter and a job offer.

Professor McGonagall didn't lower her voice as she read it aloud—so everyone heard it.

Trelawney stopped crying. She snatched the letter from McGonagall's hands.

From beginning to end, she read every single word.

Her gaze finally settled on that silver hand emblem.

"This is impossible! Why would Lord Johnny Silverhand invite a fraud?!" Umbridge shrieked hysterically.

She couldn't believe it—there was no way Johnny Silverhand would ever invite Trelawney.

And to be fair, she wasn't the only one who thought this was ridiculous.

Trelawney herself had been hesitating. After all, she'd lived at Hogwarts for so long—she had feelings for the place.

But seeing Umbridge's complete mental breakdown filled her with a wicked sense of satisfaction.

"I—I accept!" Trelawney shouted, still sniffling. "T-Tell Johnny S-Silverhand, I accept the offer!"

"Sybill?" McGonagall hesitated, wanting to persuade Trelawney to stay. Dumbledore would definitely let her remain if she wished.

But with Trelawney having already been dismissed, McGonagall could only say, "Congratulations, Sybill."

Umbridge could no longer maintain her fake smile. She ran forward, trying to snatch the letter to verify its authenticity.

The black long-eared owl, Riddle, was not pleased. With one swipe of his talon, he tore a chunk of flesh from the back of Umbridge's hand.

"Urg!!! You—!!"

Umbridge let out a scream of pain. If it had been any other owl, she would've already turned it into roast chicken with a flick of her wand.

Riddle: "Hoo?!!"

"E..ehm.." But when faced with Johnny Silverhand's owl, she could only swallow her anger.

Trelawney opened her suitcase, pulled out a quill, and quickly signed her name on the employment letter.

"Sybill," Dumbledore stepped out—but he was a step too late.

The moment she signed her name, Sybill Trelawney's identity officially changed.

From Divination professor at Hogwarts, she was now an Elder of the Marvelous Divination Pavilion.

From the sky came the sharp whinny of horses.

A carriage, pulled by four winged horses, descended from above.

Alongside it, six guards riding Firebolts flew down in escort.

A masked, long-haired attendant stepped out of the carriage and opened the door, bowing respectfully. "Elder Trelawney, I've been sent to escort you."

This level of treatment far exceeded anything Hogwarts ever offered.

A red carpet unfurled beneath the carriage, extending all the way to Trelawney's feet. Six guards in black long coats stood on either side of the carpet.

Their sharp gazes made it clear—they were hardened by battle.

Trelawney stood there overwhelmed, flustered and anxious. Even Professor McGonagall was stunned by how over-the-top the whole scene was.

The masked attendant spoke apologetically, "Due to the urgency of the order, our travel arrangements are rather simple. The originally scheduled ten-member security team had to be reduced to six. We ask for Elder Trelawney's understanding."

This was "simple"?

Not even the Minister for Magic received this kind of treatment!

The six bodyguards were equipped head-to-toe with the full suite of the "Zhi" series gear—something normally reserved only for elite Aurors in the Ministry.

Even McGonagall couldn't help but suck in a cold breath at the extravagance.

After a brief moment of nervous disbelief, Trelawney suddenly felt a sense of cathartic satisfaction—like justice had been served.

She grabbed her luggage and prepared to rush toward the carriage.

The attendant quickly stepped forward to carry the two heavy suitcases for her, speaking respectfully, "The Silverhand Wine Cellar has prepared thirty-two bottles of the 'Star' series vintage to welcome you at the Marvelous Divination Pavilion."

The "Star" line from the Silverhand Wine Cellar was notoriously expensive. Last time the Malfoy family lost a bottle, they practically flipped all of Diagon Alley trying to recover it.

Trelawney was practically swept away by the flood of surprises. She nodded eagerly—as if even being sold off right now wouldn't dampen her spirits.

Dumbledore had by now made his way through the crowd in the entrance hall. He hadn't expected Trelawney to be poached on the spot.

A moment of oversight, and Umbridge had fired her.

Composing himself, Dumbledore said calmly, "Sybill, you are always welcome back at Hogwarts."

Trelawney was indeed grateful that Dumbledore had once offered her a position here—but being fired still left her with some lingering resentment.

She nodded and climbed into the luxurious carriage. The interior was even more extravagant—the velvet cushions were so soft they felt like clouds of cotton.

The black-haired attendant gently closed the door behind her and gave Dumbledore a respectful bow.

"All units, prepare."

The guards mounted their Firebolts—broomsticks good enough for the Quidditch World Cup—now being used just for escort duty.

They formed a six-point perimeter around the carriage, guarding it in all directions.

As the carriage took off into the sky, their Professor Trelawney officially departed from Hogwarts.

Professor McGonagall walked up beside Dumbledore and asked, "With how dangerous it is out there, why didn't you stop Sybill?"

Trelawney being recruited by Johnny Silverhand was suspicious—it had to be for some purpose.

And with the outside world growing increasingly unsafe, if Trelawney were to be targeted by Death Eaters, it would be incredibly dangerous.

Dumbledore sighed. "Minerva, Sybill will be safe. Johnny Silverhand is likely to protect her more carefully than even Hogwarts would."

His gaze shifted toward John, who stood among the crowd, a look of curiosity in his eyes.

Why had John taken Trelawney away? Could it be that he knew about the prophecy?

He recalled the prophecy Trelawney had made during her interview—the one about the savior born at the end of July.

That prophecy was exactly why Dumbledore had kept someone like Trelawney, who otherwise seemed more like a Muggle fortune-teller, on staff at Hogwarts in the first place.

The prophecy had only been partially overheard—the first half was leaked.

As for the second half, not even Trelawney herself knew it—only Dumbledore.

Voldemort knew this fact, which meant he would come looking for Trelawney.

Originally, Dumbledore had intended to intervene and keep Trelawney at Hogwarts. Even if she were fired, as Headmaster, he still had the power to let her remain in the castle.

But plans never keep up with change.

The moment Johnny Silverhand's letter appeared, he knew he wouldn't be able to keep her.

At the same time, he was certain—John wouldn't let anything happen to Trelawney.

Not just because of the prophecy, but because in a way, Trelawney was John's teacher.

John Wick was a man who valued emotion and loyalty. He respected his friends, and he respected his teachers.

Dumbledore believed that John genuinely meant to protect Trelawney.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have sent a fully armed escort. That escort was only slightly less formidable than the one sent to retrieve Harry.

Six fully-equipped, Auror-level guards—enough that even Death Eaters wouldn't be able to overwhelm them quickly.

Dumbledore's mind was full of thoughts, even estimating the true extent of Johnny Silverhand's power.

But…

…

Once the carriage had flown out of Hogwarts' boundaries—

"Target has appeared. Squad One, take off and join the escort."

"Squad Two has completed the ground sweep."

"Squad Three has finished perimeter checks within a three-mile radius."

"Squad Four has found and neutralized a would-be attacker—target eliminated."

The black-haired attendant in the mask, now seated at the carriage driver's seat, flipped open his watch and checked the positions of the six hands. He nodded and said, "Good. Maintain formation."

The original six-member escort team had grown to sixteen in the air.

The black-haired attendant removed his mask, revealing a refined, scholarly face.

"This whole plan was designed by Zoffy—he's way too cautious."

This was one of the adopted children of Old Jack. Chudai, exasperated, shook his head. His younger brother had a particularly sensitive instinct about certain things.

This escort mission was also a test from Johnny Silverhand—Chudai was responsible for execution, while Zoffy handled the planning.

"Feigning weakness to lure the enemy, huh, Zoffy…" Chudai murmured as he contemplated the intention behind all this.

Even though Johnny Silverhand hadn't explicitly said it—

But a king does not allow a second to stand.

Zoffy, being Johnny Silverhand's most devoted follower, was hiding their full strength in order to lower the vigilance of the First King—Dumbledore.

The carriage was being guarded with impenetrable security, yet inside, Trelawney was completely oblivious.

She sat quietly, gingerly reaching out to touch a goblet made of pure gold—then quickly pulled her hand back as if scalded.

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