[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker":3,"chapter-hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-10":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Hogwarts: Don't Call Me a Wandmaker",{"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},2292262,4482,"Chapter 10: Actually, We","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-10",10,"\u003Cp>Twenty minutes later, Hermione finally understood what Silven meant by “transportation.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She never imagined that first-years would arrive at school by boat, and now she saw the towering castle standing at the far end of the lake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Windows glittered under the starry sky, mysterious and beautiful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most of the other first-years were likewise transfixed, standing frozen in place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hurry up, first-years—if you want to sit warm inside the castle and enjoy a lavish dinner, get on board.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But be careful—no more than four people per boat!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Harry, come here, the rest follow behind.” Hagrid guided the first-years in orderly fashion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, I know you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven looked up at the boy speaking across from him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Platinum-blond hair, pale complexion, appearing arrogant and slightly haughty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He seemed to be in a feud with someone, perhaps even lost it—he spoke with a sharp tone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I remember you,” he said again. “You’re the one from the wand shop, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes,” Silven said, glancing at the two boys beside him—broad and sturdy, like two tree stumps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, this is Crabbe, this is Goyle,” the boy said. “I’m Malfoy—Draco Malfoy. I assume you’re one of us.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven raised an eyebrow. “If you mean pure-blood, then yes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then you must know me, right?” Malfoy continued. “Or are you like some others—stupid and ignorant?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice suddenly rose, as if deliberately meant for someone to hear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven guessed it was the boat beside them—more precisely, the boy on the left, with a lightning-shaped scar: Harry Potter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But showing off family prestige here—had he lost his mind?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let me introduce myself,” Silven said, looking at the smug Malfoy, unable to suppress a smile. “Silven Ollivander.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When the first Malfoy rose to prominence, the Ollivanders had already existed on this land for eighteen hundred years. Do you understand what that means?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence fell over the boat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, a clear, unhidden snicker came from the neighboring boat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malfoy’s pale face instantly flushed crimson.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t turned this red when Harry Potter humiliated him on the train—yet here, he was “humiliated,” and upon reflection, the other boy was absolutely right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven wanted to laugh too, but held it back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malfoy had brought this upon himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In terms of gold, the Ollivander family might rank at the very bottom of all pure-blood families.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if you speak of lineage and family history, sorry—no pure-blood family in Britain can match us, not even Hogwarts, not even Merlin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hogwarts was founded a thousand years ago—in the tenth century.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The legends of Merlin and King Arthur date back to the sixth century.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the Ollivanders? The sign outside says 382 BC—nine hundred years older than Merlin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven looked at Malfoy’s flushed face and shrugged. “Tsk. You’ve seen me in the wand shop—why play this game?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment, he thought the air around them had grown warmer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Silven had no intention of making Malfoy suffer too much—he extended his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let me properly introduce myself: Silven Ollivander. And yes, I do know you—hawthorn, unicorn hair, ten inches, correct?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven’s timely offer of grace restored Malfoy’s composure in visible, rapid fashion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to swat the hand away—but after a brief hesitation, he abandoned the thought and reached out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Draco Malfoy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You already said that.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’ll definitely be sorted into Slytherin,” Malfoy immediately changed the subject.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Maybe,” Silven said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Again—the question is: do you understand the value of 382 BC?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ollivanders care nothing for anything beyond wands. If they did, even Salazar Slytherin himself would have to step aside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that’s meaningless—go back a few generations, and everyone’s mixed-blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet after this handshake, the neighboring boat was noticeably disappointed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I thought Malfoy was going to get a proper scolding,” Ron sighed, then grinned. “Still, this is better—did you see Malfoy’s face? Redder than the train.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah, I saw it,” Harry Potter nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait,” Hermione, seated across from them, suddenly spoke. “Is the Ollivander family really eighteen hundred years old?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Maybe,” Ron scratched his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honestly, he didn’t know.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He only knew the name Ollivander was famous—everyone in his family used Ollivander wands, including his grandfather, and his grandfather’s grandfather before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How long had the Ollivanders actually existed?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who cared about such things?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The four on the boat fell into silence—no one knew what they were thinking, while Silven and Malfoy chatted amiably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In just this short time, Malfoy had asked three times whether wands could truly be turned silver with green veins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven, who had “accidentally” let it slip, shrugged and said he was still researching—the technology wasn’t mature yet; patience was required.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll pay more—any amount of Galleons!” Malfoy thumped his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silver base, green veins—the same colors as Slytherin’s emblem. He had to have it. Without it, he wasn’t Slytherin!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boat glided past the lake’s center; the bright moonlight illuminated the flush on Malfoy’s face—this time, from excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven looked at the thirty Galleons in his hand and faintly smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indeed, his earlier idea worked. Hogwarts was easy to get into—and this money was truly easy to make.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid this strange atmosphere, the boat finally reached the opposite shore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hagrid led the way up the stone steps, raised his massive fist, and knocked three times on the castle door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The door opened, revealing Professor McGonagall, stern-faced, ready to lead the first-years into the Great Hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven remained at the back. As he stepped into the castle, Hagrid, who was just leaving, suddenly stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are those things you said in the wand shop true?” he asked in a deliberately hushed voice, glancing nervously inside the castle—as if afraid McGonagall might hear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But McGonagall had already entered the Great Hall; she couldn’t hear him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“About… my umbrella…” Hagrid looked even more tense, instinctively touching his coat pocket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, of course it’s true,” Silven said. “If you need it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I live near the Forbidden Forest,” Hagrid said, exhaling deeply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",980,"2026-06-20T04:03:11.805Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","cf83e3615d3c5006b49d9b39dbdc8beebb93b9d7c8e277d08fa6e78d1a76c50c","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-11","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-9",149,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-cover.jpg"]