[{"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-108":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},2292360,4482,"Chapter 108: The Audacious Lockhart","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-108",108,"\u003Cp>Thanks to Tom Riddle, after Dumbledore took away that dirty piece of paper, he awarded Gryffindor thirty more points.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for Snape’s threat last night to deduct a hundred points and assign detention, the headmaster unilaterally deemed it merely an outburst of anger—not valid—this decision once again enraged Snape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven had been quite pleased, even deciding to overlook Snape’s stealthy theft of half his mandrake juice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when a third person came to ask him what had happened last night, he began to understand Snape’s frustration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone had spread word of last night’s incident, and now nearly everyone knew Silven had been attacked by a mysterious creature and nearly died.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They even described in detail how he was petrified, claiming he sat helplessly in the corner of the corridor, his eyes frozen in terror, as if awaiting a powerful wizard to rescue him from death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Merely hearing these words from Harry made Silven’s whole body tense, his scalp prickling with embarrassment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was he really like that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Probably not—he felt his reaction had been swift: he first used the unicorn’s soul to avoid the basilisk’s gaze, then escaped its perception by turning to stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He also deliberately left behind the mandrake juice to help the school brew the petrification-reversing potion faster…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But due to the unicorn, that step proved unnecessary; Silven had never known a unicorn’s soul could be used this way—a moving anti-dark-magic shield?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the only thing Silven hadn’t anticipated. Beyond that, even now, upon reflection, he saw no mistake in his actions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I nearly died, and the petrification was real—but I didn’t panic,” Silven said, for the umpteenth time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where on earth did you hear all this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The whole school knows,” Ron said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You should’ve guessed,” Harry suddenly glanced at Hermione and lowered his voice. “That exaggerated style—the way everyone’s waiting for a hero to appear—it doesn’t feel familiar?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huh?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing Harry say that, Silven suddenly recognized it—he’d read it not long ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Villagers tormented by werewolves, desperate for a powerful wizard to drive them away—wasn’t that exactly the plot of Lockhart’s book, *With the Werewolves*?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sure enough, by the next day, the rumor had changed again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first half remained the same: Silven was attacked, powerless to resist, forced to watch himself turn to stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now there was a second half—essentially, the righteous Lockhart arrived just in time, the attacker fled in terror, and Silven was saved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did Lockhart really save you?” Professor Sprout was demonstrating how to insulate withered figs in winter when Ron and Harry stared fixedly at Silven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione had pretended indifference at first, but soon subtly leaned closer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What do you think?” Silven cut away excess branches, sighing. “That thing dared attack me on the eighth floor—it clearly isn’t afraid of Dumbledore. Do you think it would flee from Lockhart’s name?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No!” Harry blurted out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Well… not necessarily,” Hermione argued. “Professor Lockhart is more active—he’s done so many astonishing things, he’s the most popular wizard in the magical world, while Headmaster Dumbledore hasn’t appeared publicly in ages.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hermione, Dumbledore doesn’t need to appear,” Ron said, glancing at her. “And Lockhart has never cast a single spell in front of us—not once.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lockhart’s tricks had fooled people briefly, but now that school had been open two months, more and more had noticed he’d never cast even a simple Lumos spell in class—students always did it for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But…” Hermione stammered, unable to speak, until she glanced at Professor Sprout and suddenly remembered something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But none of the other professors said anything—remember, many professors, including the headmaster, were there,” Hermione convinced herself first, her confidence growing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If Professor Lockhart were lying, Professor McGonagall would have exposed him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s exactly what makes him clever,” Silven said, spreading his hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The basilisk had indeed fled before the professors arrived—regardless of why, it was gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven knew it had nothing to do with the professors, but others didn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So even though Lockhart shamelessly claimed credit, no professor directly contradicted him—because no one knew whether the basilisk had truly been scared off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The same went for Silven’s return to normal: none of the professors moved—he simply, inexplicably, shed the petrification.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to Dumbledore’s later analysis, it likely had something to do with the mysterious unicorn spirit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Lockhart had “accidentally” revealed during a Defense Against the Dark Arts class: “I merely used a Reformation Charm in secret—I didn’t expect it to work… I mean, even the headmaster failed before. I thought the Reformation Charm wouldn’t work at all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lockhart had been standing farthest out; no one knew if he’d cast anything, so even though everyone suspected he was boasting, no one bothered to refute him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven didn’t speak up either—he only contradicted others when directly asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The unicorn soul thing was too unbelievable; if he told them, they’d believe him even less.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Also, the book *The Magical Me* found in the bathroom made Silven suspect Lockhart again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was the diary truly not in his possession? Then why did his autobiography suddenly appear in the bathroom?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who else would carry such a thick book around everywhere?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although he’d already told Dumbledore everything, Silven himself wanted to find the person who’d taken his ordered wand core.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hoped to find the diary before Dumbledore did—otherwise, he’d have to search for another Horcrux.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the way…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven suddenly remembered: Hogwarts had another Horcrux—the Ravenclaw Diadem, in the Room of Requirement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Excited, Silven nearly snipped off the withered fig, but barely avoided it—the sharp scissors still pierced the fruit’s skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, the once plump fig shrank into a tiny ball, only one-tenth its original size.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Focus, Ollivander!” Professor Sprout didn’t look pleased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she knew Silven had nearly been killed by the basilisk yesterday; she assumed he was still shaken and said nothing, didn’t deduct points, only gave him a new withered fig.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, Silven didn’t think of anything else—he quickly trimmed the excess branches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When everyone had nearly finished, Professor Sprout began handing out rolls of velvet cloth and asked: “Who knows why we insulate withered figs before winter?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione instinctively raised her hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Excellent, Granger.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cold weather causes the fruit to shrink and stop growing,” Hermione said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Perfect. Gryffindor gains five points.” Professor Sprout nodded approvingly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who knows why we don’t move them to a warmer greenhouse?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Too warm a climate also halts fruit growth,” Hermione said without sitting down. “And the same happens when danger approaches.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Excellent. Gryffindor gains another five points.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps because Silven had just earned one hundred thirty points, Professor Sprout’s rewards had shrunk—from ten points per question to five.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pay attention—these withered figs aren’t fully ripe. Be extremely careful while handling them,” Professor Sprout glanced at Silven again, then signaled everyone to begin wrapping the branches in velvet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a tedious, low-skill task; once Professor Sprout moved to another group, the three resumed talking about Lockhart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After learning the truth of last night’s events, Harry and Ron angrily vowed to expose Lockhart’s lies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I suspect all his so-called feats are fake,” Ron said. After that werewolf demonstration in class, his opinion of Lockhart had plummeted to rock bottom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was too humiliating—he hadn’t spoken to a single classmate for two days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(You only performed once) Harry calmly adjusted his glasses beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Lockhart’s resident monster expert, Harry claimed he’d long grown used to it—he could now emit various howls without flinching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Werewolf howls lasted longest, snowmen’s were heavier, ghosts’ were short and shrill—all experience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You just have a grudge against Professor Lockhart,” Hermione countered. “His books are used as textbooks—how could they be fake?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who knows if Headmaster Dumbledore was fooled?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Only you would think that.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The situation had reverted to the start of term—Ron and Hermione were once again arguing over Lockhart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven asked Harry more about Lockhart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Any strange things about Lockhart?” Harry thought, then shook his head. “He’s always the same—signing autographs all over school, trying to steal the spotlight from other professors.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hagrid said Lockhart wanted to teach him how to keep water sprites out of the well—but Hogwarts doesn’t even have water sprites.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mentioning Lockhart, Harry seemed to have endless complaints.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven listened beside him, wrapping the final strip of velvet around the withered fig branch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed Lockhart’s daily routine hadn’t changed at all—no signs of being influenced by the diary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1390,"2026-06-20T04:03:11.805Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","32aea5fc6ce6afd0e2fbccfa8011fe8804ffedfd9cea54a48c29a3bd610a2cb2","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-109","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-107",149,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-cover.jpg"]