[{"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-101":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},2292353,4482,"Chapter 101: Snape","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-101",101,"\u003Cp>After half an hour of negotiation, the three reached an agreement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fred and George offered Silven a price he couldn’t refuse—anything lower would be tantamount to working for free—but they had conditions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All goods Silven sold at Hogwarts, except wands, must be exclusively distributed by Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes until they graduated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven understood their thinking: Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes was still newly founded, they’d only made a few small gadgets, and only a handful of Gryffindors had bought them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven was their first major customer; between securing startup capital and gaining fame, they decisively chose the latter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though startup capital was important, they hoped this wand sticker campaign would quickly make the name “Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes” appear in the common rooms of the other three houses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Combined with future collaborations, the long-term benefits outweighed direct cash payments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, Silven agreed without hesitation—it was precisely why he had sought out the Weasley twins in the first place; they were perfectly aligned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when he told them the sticker prices, Fred and George froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How much?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Two Galleons?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fred pointed at the topmost Lockhart gold sticker, thinking he’d misheard—he’d guessed it was expensive, but not this expensive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could stickers priced at two Galleons each even sell?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, that one’s just for show—don’t worry about it,” Silven waved his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What about Dumbledore’s silver sticker?” George asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Five Sickles,” Silven said. “Department Heads are two Sickles.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both exhaled in relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That price was normal—same as the wand shop’s—otherwise they truly doubted they could sell them at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Leave it to us,” Fred said confidently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>George raised an eyebrow. “Just prepare a big enough bag to hold all the silver Sickles!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both were confident; Silven trusted them completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because they’d just struck the deal, when Silven pulled out all the prepared stickers, someone sharp-eyed noticed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Immediately, six McGonagall stickers sold on the spot, and they called over even more people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two Sickles wasn’t especially cheap, but it was the start of term, Halloween hadn’t even arrived yet, and everyone’s pocket money was plentiful—they could afford it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m starting to regret this,” Fred, surrounded by the crowd, felt a sharp pang in his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Me too,” George said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That night, they sold sixty-five McGonagall stickers, six Dumbledore stickers, and one Sprout sticker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Total: 162 silver Sickles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was just one night’s earnings from Gryffindor alone—if expanded to all four houses… the Weasley twins’ eyes were already shaped like silver Sickles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And they knew well: the image-developing fluid on these stickers only lasted a limited time; after that, the figures would stop moving entirely, forcing buyers to purchase new ones—another revenue stream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honestly, both were a little envious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next morning, as Silven entered the common room, he found Fred staring at him with bloodshot eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What do you want?” Silven instinctively stepped back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nothing, nothing,” Fred immediately switched expressions, feigning indifference. “I just wanted to ask—do your stickers have any special qualities?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course,” Silven said. “I used a special pine resin adhesive—it doesn’t interfere with normal wand use.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wand… Fred snapped back to full awareness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right—he’d forgotten about wands. Anything stuck to a wand—magic tape, painted images, anything—always slightly affected its handling, making it less responsive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Silven’s stickers had no such flaw—they had zero impact on performance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fine. No need to think further. They couldn’t replicate this. They’d woken up for nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without another word, Fred turned and walked away, under Silven’s puzzled gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Weird,” Silven shrugged, deciding to head to the Great Hall for breakfast, then return yesterday’s library books.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as he opened the common room’s entrance door, his foot paused mid-step and retracted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Harry? Ron?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven stared at the two lying on the corridor floor. “You… slept here all night?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not all night—they only got here ten minutes ago!” came Mrs. Norris’s voice. “And they didn’t even give the password—just collapsed on the floor.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll tell you this: sleeping in the corridors is forbidden. But since you didn’t give the password, I can’t let you in.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You changed the password,” Harry whispered, his voice barely audible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven noticed their faces were nearly colorless—as if climbing back to the eighth floor had drained every ounce of strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Mrs. Norris had indeed changed the password this morning; they’d been in Snape’s office the whole time, so they hadn’t heard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Forget it—come in first,” Silven asked. “Need help?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Better not,” Harry said. He and Ron struggled to their feet, swaying as they shuffled into the common room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Want something to eat?” Silven gestured to the biscuits on the nearby table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were leftovers from last night, brought by the Weasley twins from the kitchen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Logically, with Harry and Ron this weak, they should eat—but when they saw the biscuits, they both instinctively clapped hands over their mouths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Gah…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, their faces turned even paler.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eventually, Silven found half a bottle of pumpkin fizz; they barely drank a little.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What exactly happened in Snape’s office?” Silven sat down in a nearby armchair, unable to resist asking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You couldn’t imagine…” Ron gripped the pumpkin fizz bottle tightly, his face etched with utter despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He made me squeeze leech juice—by hand… an entire barrel… gah!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he finished speaking, he vomited up the little pumpkin fizz he’d swallowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm… that…,” Silven’s lip twitched. “It’s really a hardship for Snape to gather two full barrels of leeches in such a short time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No—one barrel,” Harry’s eyes were hollow, his pale lips trembling. “He made me process… ferret-ferret slime… also by hand.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“….”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven silently stood up and moved to an armchair farther away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he knew it was impolite, Silven was genuinely glad he hadn’t touched them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ferret-ferrets, leeches, slugs—Snape is clearly doing this on purpose.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s obviously… doing it on purpose…” Ron spoke in broken phrases—he’d vomited countless times tonight; he had no energy left to curse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I envy Hermione… detention was polishing silver…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven brought them more water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t think like that—you can look at the bright side,” Silven tried to comfort them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Like what?” Harry stared blankly at Silven, his voice distant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Like…” Silven thought hard. “Ah—how about this: Snape didn’t make you collect rat spleens or spider eyes. Doesn’t that make you feel better?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’d rather drop out!” Ron declared firmly—no joke; he truly would quit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry hesitated, inner turmoil raging—as if a needle swung endlessly between his aunt and uncle and the rats and spiders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But whether due to psychology or not, after hearing Silven’s words, they genuinely felt slightly better—sitting there, sipping water slowly from their cups.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll go get you something from the Great Hall.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thanks, but I really can’t eat,” Harry shook his head vigorously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d vomited all night; his stomach felt clenched in an invisible fist, yet even so, he had no desire to eat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron felt the same—better to starve than eat and vomit again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, more people arrived in the common room. Like Silven, they first asked about Harry and Ron’s night, then, upon learning the truth, quietly moved far away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t coldness—it had nothing to do with that; it was purely an instinctive reaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ginny tried several times to approach but failed; when she looked at Harry now, her eyes held a flicker of conflict—because at one moment, Harry’s image in her mind had transformed into a giant ferret-ferret wearing a school robe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The little witch was now firmly reinforcing her will, striving to restore Harry’s original image.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1237,"2026-06-20T04:03:11.805Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","86015c40e01cf2002d75393298377c3c88deba1a55297048b411c198fe0ca8ae","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-102","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-100",149,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-cover.jpg"]