[{"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-112":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},2292364,4482,"Chapter 112: Two People on One Broom","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-112",112,"\u003Cp>The next day, Saturday.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the upcoming Quidditch match, the castle had been thick with tension since morning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the Great Hall, Gryffindor and Slytherin glared at each other across two long tables, as if whoever blinked first would lose the match.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where’s Harry? I haven’t seen him since morning,” Silven asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He went ahead to the locker room,” Ron said. “Oliver thinks Harry’s the key to today’s match and doesn’t want him influenced by Slytherin.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Slytherin’s Seeker is Malfoy,” Fred and George came down the stairs, their brooms in hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Those Firebolts were funded by his father.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oliver sees that as proof of his lack of skill.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s also our chance to win.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Firebolt was the fastest broom money could buy; the entire Gryffindor team couldn’t afford even one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gap was too great. Even though he hated to admit it, Oliver Wood had to acknowledge that if they relied on scoring points, they’d lose for sure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only way to win was for Harry to catch the Golden Snitch before Slytherin reached a 150-point lead and end the match early.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire win or loss rested on one person. No wonder he’d been so nervous yesterday.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Around eleven, all students headed for the Quidditch pitch. Though the air was hot and humid, with distant thunder rumbling, their enthusiasm remained high.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seamus and Dean had made a banner from an old bedsheet; “Go Harry!” glowed brightly even in daylight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Halfway there, Silven remembered he’d forgotten his snacks and rushed back to his dorm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time he arrived, panting, the match had already begun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did I miss anything?” Silven squeezed to the front; Ron had already saved him a spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re just in time,” Ron put down his flag. “Slytherin just scored. Their brooms are too fast.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven nodded, opened a packet of Chocolate Frogs, and the Headmaster winked at him—then vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Dumbledore again. Silven was disappointed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Collecting Chocolate Frog cards was one of his few hobbies. He had so many Dumbledore cards they were practically overabundant—every wizard seemed to have one or two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the wizard who published Magical Theory had more cards than him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven tossed the card into his pocket, gave the Chocolate Frog to Neville beside him, and opened another packet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Adalbert Wufflin: Author of Magical Theory…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If I let Fred buy me any more Chocolate Frogs, I’m a troll!” Silven scowled, shoving the chocolate into his mouth and pulling out a packet of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavour Beans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the pitch, Harry made a sharp turn; the Bludger whizzed past his hair. The near-miss drew a roar from the crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven raised his hand in cheers, then went back to eating the beans and Galleon cookies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Silven, are you here to watch the match or to have a picnic?” Hermione couldn’t help asking. Though Harry was narrowly dodging Bludgers, she couldn’t focus—her attention kept drifting to the scent of cookies beside her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Same thing,” Silven handed her a Galleon cookie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t really interested in Quidditch and didn’t understand the romance of narrowly avoiding Bludgers. Not eating would be boring…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Come to think of it, wasn’t Harry being a bit too romantic? He and the Bludger were practically sparking…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the players noticed something was wrong and called a timeout.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That Bludger’s off,” Hermione frowned. She’d noticed Gryffindor players arguing: “I wonder how they’ll fix it. Why not ask Madam Hooch to inspect it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That would disqualify us,” Ron said. “We’d lose straight to Slytherin.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But everyone knows the Bludger’s faulty.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Rules are rules,” Ron sighed. “And right now, that Bludger’s safely locked in its box.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione was too furious to speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven stood beside her, carefully observing the surroundings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Recent events at the school had made him nearly forget another problem: Dobby, the house-elf who’d sealed the platform entrance to keep Harry from coming to Hogwarts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This rogue Bludger seemed connected to it too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven scanned the crowd, but finding a hidden house-elf among hundreds of spectators was clearly impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse, it started raining. Heavy drops fell, obscuring distant views.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Madam Hooch blew her whistle; Gryffindor took off again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had no good strategy—just told Harry to handle the rogue Bludger himself, while Fred and George focused entirely on Malfoy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rain grew heavier. Harry dodged the Bludger’s violent attacks again and again, growing increasingly clumsy. Laughter rose from the crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I think we should alert Madam Pomfrey right away,” Silven shook his head, abandoning his search for the house-elf.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If this keeps up, Harry will get hurt.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Exactly…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We should get Madam Pomfrey to come straight to the pitch.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron and Hermione said it, but neither moved. Both stared fixedly at Harry on the pitch; Hermione even had her wand out, as if ready to rush out and save him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine, I’ll go,” Silven stood, shook off cookie crumbs, and pushed through the crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hospital wing was on the other side of the castle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven stared at the empty castle entrance, hesitated, then chose to circle around—the empty, deserted hallway always brought back unpleasant memories.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But taking a detour wouldn’t take long. He trusted Harry could hold on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten minutes later, Silven returned to the Quidditch pitch with Madam Pomfrey, braving the downpour.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They entered the pitch and looked up—Harry and Malfoy were shoving each other on their brooms… no, wait!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven squinted. They were both on the same broom, in a bizarre pose: Malfoy gripping Harry’s head, Harry’s foot planted on Malfoy’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Madam Hooch’s shrill whistle blew continuously, but neither paid attention. They kept struggling forward, both reaching out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the rain, a flickering golden light danced ahead of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Too dangerous! This is too dangerous!” Madam Pomfrey cried, quickening her pace. Silven hurried after her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the rogue Bludger came again, looping sharply through the air and hurtling straight toward them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the Bludger drew closer, Malfoy finally panicked. He instinctively pulled his arm back and clung tightly to the broom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that movement shifted Harry’s position.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Bludger had been aimed at Harry’s shoulder—it now targeted his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All this happened in an instant, and the rain obscured vision. No one reacted in time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not even Harry noticed—he was focused entirely on the Golden Snitch ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tiny golden ball flapped its wings and suddenly shot upward. Harry instinctively pushed hard, using Malfoy’s grip to stand upright on the broom, his outstretched hand clenching tightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Crack!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Bludger finally arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, the Golden Snitch’s sudden ascent altered Harry’s trajectory—the Bludger struck his back instead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even so, Harry saw only darkness and collapsed instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The broom, now uncontrolled, shook violently before plummeting straight to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a splash, Harry and Malfoy crashed into the muddy pitch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry still clutched the Golden Snitch tightly in his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cheers erupted from both sides of the crowd; teammates rushed over immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What a brutal sport!” Madam Pomfrey looked even angrier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pain from the Bludger, combined with the cold rain pouring over his face, brought Harry back to consciousness quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he opened his eyes, he saw a row of gleaming teeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re lucky, Harry,” Lockhart grinned. “That Bludger nearly broke your neck—just barely missed. Don’t worry, I’ll fix you right up.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry saw him raise his wand, tried to speak—but the pain where he’d been hit was too intense. He couldn’t utter a word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lockhart raised his wand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Get out of the way, don’t block me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A rough hand shoved him aside. Madam Pomfrey didn’t even glance at him—she immediately examined Harry’s condition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Scapula broken, leg broken too. Still, not too bad.” She noticed Harry’s leg hung at an unnatural angle, reached out, and yanked it sharply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aaah!” Harry screamed—but the next second, his leg was set.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, a bandage wrapped tightly around his shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you, Madam Pomfrey,” Harry said sincerely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, I could’ve done it too,” Lockhart said beside her. “Poppy, you might not like hearing this, but if I’d treated him, Harry would’ve been walking by now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Madam Pomfrey’s expression darkened. Lockhart kept babbling, severely disrupting her assessment of Harry’s other injuries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Professor Lockhart, if you truly want to help, go check on the other boy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lockhart looked reluctant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew another person had fallen from the broom—but healing a normal student was nothing compared to healing the Boy Who Lived. The latter drew far more attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But since Madam Pomfrey had spoken, he couldn’t ignore her. He trudged reluctantly over to Malfoy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He, too, had broken his leg.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re lucky,” Lockhart raised his wand and swept it elegantly downward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Amen!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1439,"2026-06-20T04:03:11.805Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","97fb31fc45171180adae6b197c532991206b45fdeddb98ce464c00e6152b5874","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-113","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-111",149,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-cover.jpg"]