[{"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-11":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},2292263,4482,"Chapter 11: Sorting","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-11",11,"\u003Cp>After receiving Silven’s affirmative reply, Hagrid descended the stone steps and left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the castle on the other side, Harry Potter had been staring at this side… or rather, he had been glancing toward Hagrid intermittently throughout the journey, just in time to see the two whispering at the back of the line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For reasons he couldn’t explain, after Silven entered the castle, Harry instinctively walked over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Excuse me, what were you just talking about?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven blinked, surprised that this Boy Who Lived was so… familiar?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Logically, after Malfoy’s provocation, he should have had no goodwill toward pure-blood wizards by now, shouldn’t he?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sorry, I didn’t mean anything by it,” Harry realized his behavior had been rash and stammered, gesturing wildly: “I know Hagrid too—I mean, if you need help…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you for the offer, but no help is needed,” Silven said offhandedly. “He just had something broken, and I happen to be able to fix it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, I see. By the way, I’m Harry Potter.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Silven Ollivander. We met in Diagon Alley, but you were focused on your wand then.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Really? I’m sorry—I truly don’t remember.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s fine. Few wizards remain calm when receiving their first wand.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two chatted idly, drawing attention from others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malfoy kept glancing over, his expression changing each time—fascinating to watch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were all pure-blood wizards—why did Potter willingly chat with Silven? It wasn’t fair!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron felt the same, though his face showed more wariness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After what had happened, he’d automatically categorized Silven as one of Malfoy’s kind—everyone knew the Weasleys and Malfoys were at odds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The more Harry talked to Silven, the more annoyed he became.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, not long after, Professor McGonagall arrived and led everyone into the Great Hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Great Hall was already full, but as McGonagall led the long line of newcomers in, every eye turned to the first-years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nervous? Most first-years seemed tense, yet they were also awed by the magical sight before them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ceiling was a starry sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thousand burning candles floated beneath the enchanted ceiling, as if another sky hung above.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Around them were a dozen or so milky-white, human-shaped figures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Were those ghosts?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several timid children, including Neville, went weak-kneed, stumbling and barely managing to shuffle to the front.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione, though better off, was pale, clutching the corner of her robe tightly in both hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ghosts, a singing hat—these things were grinding her eleven years of understanding and beliefs into the dirt…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After what felt like an eternity, the Sorting Hat finished its song, and the crowd sat up straight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Sorting will now begin. When I call your name, step forward, put on the hat, and sit on the stool.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor McGonagall scanned the line of first-years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hannah Abbott!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the other first-years dwindled one by one, Silven suddenly realized—he was still holding Tang Mu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Normally, pets were sent to school with luggage, but Tang Mu had chased after a fellow student and jumped off the train, so Silven had no choice but to carry it to the castle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he couldn’t possibly bring a cat to the Sorting Ceremony—it would draw too much attention and look absurd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Silven Ollivander!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>McGonagall’s voice rang out. With no time to think, Silven let go and dropped Tang Mu onto the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t run off,” he muttered hastily, then walked forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Look, it’s Silven,” Hermione, who had just been sorted to Gryffindor, turned to say.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sitting beside her was Neville.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I hope he gets sorted into Gryffindor too,” Hermione whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A passing ghost overheard and shook his head. “That’s impossible.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why?” Hermione didn’t understand. Four houses—surely the odds were at least one in four. How could it be impossible?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Because he’s an Ollivander,” Nearly Headless Nick smiled. “Ollivanders almost always go to Ravenclaw—they can’t possibly be sorted into…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“GRYFFINDOR!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hat’s loud voice cut him off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next instant, the Great Hall fell into an odd stillness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some students clapped instinctively, but a few sat frozen, staring in shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the professors at the staff table remained silent, their gazes fixed on the Sorting Hat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gradually, the clapping faded, leaving the hall in an eerie silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snape narrowed his eyes; Professor Flitwick rubbed his ears vigorously; even Dumbledore leaned forward unconsciously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Albus…” McGonagall turned, as if seeking confirmation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Sorting Hat never makes mistakes,” Dumbledore said firmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It seems the Hat has given us another surprise,” Snape drawled, lips curling coldly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Indeed,” Flitwick chimed in. “Just like decades ago, when that Black was sorted into Gryffindor.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But this is even more extreme.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the center of all gazes, Silven calmly removed the hat and returned it to McGonagall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mr. Ollivander, you—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I respect the school’s Sorting rules, Professor,” Silven said calmly. “But may I ask the Hat one more question? I forgot earlier.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...Very well,” McGonagall hesitated, then placed the hat back on Silven’s head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm? It’s you again,” the faint voice whispered in his ear. “No matter what you say, I won’t change my mind—you’re suited for Gryffindor.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, you misunderstand. I only want to ask you a question,” Silven said, not lowering his voice—many could hear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ask away.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you have a favorite kind of wood?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wood?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone present was baffled, unable to grasp the point of the question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only Dumbledore seemed to suspect something—his expression shifted slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d heard rumors that the Ollivander family had produced an extraordinary wandmaker, one who could twist impossible materials into wand cores.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could it be…? No, impossible. What was he thinking? How could a hat possibly be made into a wand core?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore shook his head, convinced Silven was merely teasing the Sorting Hat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This behavior was nothing like an Ollivander’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, Silven had calmly walked over and taken a seat at the Gryffindor table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sorting continued, as if nothing had happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Next! Harry Potter!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",977,"2026-06-20T04:03:11.805Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","17b6beae06e3ebfab731b37e248382716b4c72f83218f53e7a845d935433c79d","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-12","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-10",149,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-cover.jpg"]