[{"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-107":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},2292359,4482,"Chapter 107: Riddle","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-107",107,"\u003Cp>“Who threw something at you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor McGonagall stepped forward, asking urgently, “Do you know who that person is?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I didn’t see,” said Moaning Myrtle, sobbing. “Peeves the naughty ghost was chasing me, I was heartbroken, so I wanted to hide back in the toilet… But as soon as I ran back into the bathroom, someone hit me on the head with a book and drove me away.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nearby, Snape’s lip twitched, and he couldn’t help saying, “You’re a ghost—why would you be afraid of someone throwing a book at you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next second, Snape knew he had said the wrong thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Myrtle’s body swelled visibly before their eyes, and she shrieked, “Yes, Myrtle isn’t afraid of being hit by things—everyone, come throw things at her!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Muffliato!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snape flicked his wrist, and Myrtle’s shriek vanished instantly. She was still speaking, seemingly unaware of anything amiss, but everyone else could only hear a faint buzzing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven glanced up once, then ignored it, continuing to stare at the floor—he was searching for the book Myrtle had mentioned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah, found it.” Finally, following Myrtle’s hint, Silven spotted a book with a black cover beneath the door, near the corner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the next moment, he froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t what he’d imagined—it was large and thick, lying on the ground like a brick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven stepped forward, picked it up, and felt its weight. He flipped it open to the front.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There, on the cover, a blond wizard smiled at him with perfect, gleaming white teeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Above it, in golden cursive script, read: *The Magical Me*.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why was Lockhart’s book here?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven, unwilling to accept it, flipped through a few more pages.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Give it here.” Snape snatched the book without hesitation. “You just need to stay quiet. Don’t do anything unnecessary!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven said nothing—he had already confirmed it: there was nothing hidden inside, just an ordinary Lockhart book.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With no useful clues from Myrtle, everyone turned their attention back to the bathroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the room was small, nearly bare—hardly even a fifty-inch snake could hide here, let alone a fifty-foot Basilisk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dumbledore, could we be wrong?” Professor McGonagall asked, frowning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had already scanned the room with Detection Charms, Unveiling Charms, and Revealing Charms—nothing found.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore had just turned his gaze away from a pipe in the corner when Silven’s puzzled voice came from nearby: “Headmaster, was this bathroom once exclusive to Slytherin?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven stood beside a sink, his back to them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“As far as I know, no,” Dumbledore said. “Slytherin’s common room is in the dungeons. This is on the second floor—it’s a public bathroom.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then Slytherin students really lack manners—vandalizing the faucet like this.” Silven pointed to a brass faucet. “But this snake does look quite lifelike.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone turned to look. There, on the side of the faucet Silven indicated, was carved a tiny snake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This faucet never worked. It was broken even when I was alive.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Myrtle’s words made Dumbledore’s gaze sharpen. He walked over and examined the faucet inside and out, top to bottom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tapped it repeatedly with his wand, even checking the pipes beneath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, Snape observed Silven, who was being shielded behind McGonagall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s in your hand?” he suddenly asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Parchment, Professor.” Silven pulled out a crumpled ball of parchment and showed it to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It fell out of my pocket while I was searching. Probably my morning homework—I messed it up. Would you like to see it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snape glanced at it. It was indeed a dirty scrap of parchment, stained with something indistinguishable—ink or something else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Be careful,” he said, locking eyes with Silven. “If there really is a Basilisk, your curiosity could get you killed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you for the warning, Professor,” Silven said, casually slipping the parchment back into his pocket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same moment, Dumbledore spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Step back.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor McGonagall immediately pushed Silven toward the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Silven saw something that left him stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half the bathroom suddenly split open—as if sliced cleanly down the middle—and the cut ran precisely through the faucet with the carved snake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then came a second cut, a third… The sink and brass faucet shattered into pieces, the pipes behind them ripped free.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Water gushed from the cracks, then coalesced into a sphere before Dumbledore, floating silently in midair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A minute passed—or perhaps only a second. Silven blinked, and everything was restored, whole and intact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dumbledore…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Gryffindor gains one hundred points—for Silven Ollivander’s sharp insight.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore cut off McGonagall’s words, nodding slightly. “Undoubtedly, Minerva, there is a hidden passage here. Without Ollivander’s reminder, we might have spent much longer finding this mark.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then let’s go in,” McGonagall said, drawing her wand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I cannot open the entrance,” Dumbledore shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This passage is concealed by an extraordinarily complex magic, woven into the very fabric of the castle…” Dumbledore paused, then continued, “Unless you know the exact method to open it, the only way to force entry is to destroy the entire castle.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Destroying Hogwarts Castle… It was impossible. No one could do it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But they had come this far—would they really give up now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why not ask our clever Ollivander?” Snape’s lips curled into a knowing smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He escaped a Basilisk attack on the second floor and returned to the eighth. He remembered the exact location of this bathroom. And now, when we’re at a loss, he’s found the hidden entrance.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Perhaps he has even more surprises for us—like how to open the passage.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All eyes turned to Silven again—even Myrtle’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven pulled his hand from his pocket. “I have a theory.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snape’s smile grew stranger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why is the symbol a snake?” Silven suddenly looked at Snape. “Does it relate to Slytherin? Or perhaps… someone from Slytherin wants to kill me…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nonsense!” Snape snapped. “Baseless slander, framing a classmate—Gryffindor loses one hundred points. Detention.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then can you explain why the symbol is a snake?” Silven quietly stepped left, moving behind McGonagall. “And as Head of Slytherin, can’t you open a Slytherin passage?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snape was nearly beside himself with rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet Silven kept stoking the fire…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Maybe… the one who wants to kill me isn’t a student…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Enough!” Snape roared, lunging to grab Silven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If not a student, then a professor. The only professor at Hogwarts bearing the Slytherin banner was this man—the Head of House.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How dare Silven? This was outright accusing him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his hand had barely reached out when McGonagall blocked it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Severus, do you know what you’re doing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t believe Snape would send a Basilisk to kill a student—it was absurd. But she had to admit, Silven’s words made perfect sense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At Hogwarts, a snake was practically the symbol of Slytherin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To carve a snake on such a crucial passage entrance—McGonagall couldn’t believe it had nothing to do with Slytherin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Minerva, oh, and Silven…” Dumbledore stepped between them. “I believe Severus has nothing to do with this—just as I believe in you both.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, I’m sorry, Professor Snape. I misunderstood you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To everyone’s surprise, Silven apologized with astonishing speed, then stepped aside, pretending he wasn’t there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew perfectly well Snape wasn’t controlling the Basilisk—he’d just used the argument to voice certain facts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t directly tell Dumbledore: this is Slytherin’s Chamber of Secrets. Go to Gryffindor’s common room, bring Harry Potter here, and let him speak Parseltongue to open the entrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, he’d initially considered it—he didn’t want the Basilisk targeting him forever. The best solution was to let the professors and Dumbledore kill it. He’d even prepared an excuse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s normal for the ancient Ollivander family to have a few undisclosed secrets, isn’t it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But a parchment hidden inside the faucet had made him abandon that idea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, this is close enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore and the professors now knew the Basilisk’s identity and the chamber’s entrance. Silven had subtly hinted that the method to open it was tied to Slytherin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What’s the difference between this and handing them the answer on a silver platter?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Well, there is a difference—the answer is hidden in a book, and you have to open it and read for a while to find it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With so many professors—and Dumbledore—surely they can figure out how to “open a book.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honestly, if after tonight the Basilisk still appears in the castle under Dumbledore’s nose, Silven thinks he might as well quit and take his phoenix on a vacation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Speaking of phoenixes—could Dumbledore really not open the entrance?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven looked up and saw Dumbledore speaking with Professor Flitwick, while Snape stood beside them, watching him with a venomous glare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What a petty man—he was still upset over a few words. Silven had nearly been stared to death by the Basilisk, then interrogated, and he hadn’t even gotten angry yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>McGonagall walked over, blocking Snape’s view, and suggested taking Silven to the hospital wing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, Silven didn’t refuse—he still had a broken arm. Though temporarily splinted, it still hurt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>McGonagall brought him to the hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey fixed his broken arm in one second and rewrapped the bandages.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The injury didn’t require hospitalization, but McGonagall insisted he stay—his petrification recovery had been too strange. She remained uneasy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No choice—Silven would spend the night in the hospital wing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Late at night, McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey had left. Silven lay in bed, pulling the crumpled, water-stained, filthy parchment from his pocket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a blank sheet of paper, seemingly torn from a notebook—empty, yet Silven could almost see what it had looked like thirty minutes earlier, the red ink still faintly visible upon it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【You indeed knew about this place.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Will you tell Dumbledore? Will you tell him you’re a seer who can glimpse the future?】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【I almost forgot to tell you—Dumbledore’s greatest enemy to date is also a seer. Do you think he’ll ignore you?】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Looking forward to our meeting.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【T.M. Riddle】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why would Tom Riddle know him, and call him a seer who glimpses the future?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven hadn’t understood what it meant, but he had indeed noticed Dumbledore’s glances toward him had grown subtly different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially after he found the entrance to the secret passage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that still wasn’t enough to prove he was a seer, Silven thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Riddle seemed utterly certain—and how had he even learned about Silven?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven’s questions multiplied. He borrowed a quill and ink from Madam Pomfrey and brushed the paper lightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ink remained, slowly spreading where it touched the water stains, yet no new words appeared on the paper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Well, he should’ve realized the moment he saw the paper soaked—this thing was useless now, incapable of any dialogue with Riddle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he had confirmed one thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Looking forward to our meeting.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That phrase felt more like a taunt. The basilisk was truly targeting him, and Riddle had no intention of stopping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But what can you still do?” Silven murmured, holding the yellowed paper. “Dumbledore knows about the basilisk, knows the entrance to the Chamber, and has learned from Moaning Myrtle that someone behind the scenes is controlling it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What can you still do?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he didn’t understand why Riddle knew him or why he’d left this single-use note inside the bronze dragon’s head, since Riddle was so confident, Silven was eager to see what came next.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it was a challenge, he accepted it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Good—he wouldn’t let the basilisk’s attack go unanswered. Before Dumbledore opened the Chamber and killed the basilisk, he’d pin the blame on Riddle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But first…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Professor! Headmaster Dumbledore!” The next morning at breakfast, Silven rushed into the Great Hall’s staff table and slammed the filthy paper onto the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I only noticed this stuck to my shoe after I got back last night—it still had writing on it then, but I didn’t catch what it said. I only remember the signature: T.M.… I guess it’s Tom, same as my cat’s name.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1969,"2026-06-20T04:03:11.805Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","d160b6dd8d753ff85ef4bee89bccfeef25a551575fcbbab0b1d305fc3e2c4f2c","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-108","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-106",149,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-cover.jpg"]