[{"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-117":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},2292369,4482,"Chapter 117: Footprints and Belladonna Powder","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-117",117,"\u003Cp>Even Hermione had to admit that Silven’s method was instantly effective; within just two days, most of the rumors calling for Silven Ollivander’s expulsion had vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smart people didn’t want to be used as an excuse for wand price hikes… and as for those who weren’t smart, someone would gladly expose Silven’s scheme for them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though not entirely gone yet, the situation had improved greatly—and with Christmas approaching, fewer and fewer people were still discussing it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only a few Slytherins refused to give up; every time they passed Silven, they deliberately raised their voices to mutter sarcastic remarks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These people were mostly led by Malfoy, whose temperament had grown worse since returning from St. Mungo’s. He’d wanted revenge on Lockhart for the night of bone-removal potion torture, but Lockhart was now lying in the school infirmary, utterly lifeless—worse off than Malfoy himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Malfoy redirected his fury toward Silven… after all, it was Silven who had summoned Madam Pomfrey; otherwise, it would’ve been that damned Potter who had his bones pulled out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, he wasn’t afraid of Silven threatening him with a wand—without Ollivander’s wands, fine, he’d just buy from Gregorovitch instead; the Malfoys had more than enough money.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, on the day before the Christmas break, as he walked back to the common room with Crabbe and Goyle, someone suddenly dropped a sack over his head from behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hit them hard—any consequences are on me, Marcus Flint!” Malfoy heard someone shout, then fists and boots rained down on him like hail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One kick landed squarely on his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The familiar texture, the precise force, the perfect fit—immediately triggered a memory in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Potter!” Malfoy screamed through the barrage of blows, “It’s you, damn it—I’ll kill you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fists stopped. Malfoy heard rapid footsteps retreating quickly into the distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when he tore the sack off in furious rage, not a single figure remained in sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Crabbe and Goyle finally pulled the sacks from their heads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn Marcus, he dared hit us,” Goyle growled, his eyes blackened and his body covered in filthy boot prints.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Idiot, that wasn’t Marcus!” Malfoy snapped. “Use your brain—why would Marcus ambush us? Those were Gryffindors, clearly!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malfoy stood there fuming, then suddenly turned. “Let’s go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“To get revenge?” Crabbe and Goyle clenched their fists simultaneously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course we’ll get revenge,” Malfoy said. “We’re going to Professor Snape. This time, Gryffindor broke the rules outright—they’re finished.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three stormed toward the dungeons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nearby, Harry, who had been watching them, felt a flicker of worry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Silven, Malfoy recognized me—if he tells Snape, I’m dead….” The thought of Snape’s unique detentions made Harry’s face turn instantly pale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malfoy’s vision had been blocked by the sack, and I didn’t say a word—how did he recognize me?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Relax, it was Marcus Flint who beat them—what does that have to do with Gryffindor?” Silven patted his shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah, Silven’s right—what does this have to do with Gryffindor?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s just lying through his teeth.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fred and George chimed in from beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’d been the most excited of all, never stopping their kicks and punches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But he called out my name,” Harry still worried.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So what if he called your name? If he’d shouted ‘Dumbledore,’ would the Headmaster have to apologize to him?” Silven said. “Besides, you’ve been with me in the library all evening—when would you have had time to come down to the dungeons?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hurry up and take out your Invisibility Cloak—we need to go back.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, right!” Harry quickly pulled out a silvery-gray cloak that looked like it was made of water, amid Fred and George’s envious stares.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Invisibility Cloak,” Fred muttered. “If only someone had given us one like this for Christmas this year.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go back to bed early—dreams have everything,” Silven said bluntly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s so hurtful,” George dramatically rubbed his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright then, hope you both get an Invisibility Cloak for Christmas,” Silven said. “But earlier—you said the rumor about the ‘Bearer of Power’ being a wandmaker really came from Slytherin?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fifty-fifty chance,” Fred nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The other half’s from Gryffindor,” George said. “But we definitely wouldn’t target you like this, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven said nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a noise came from ahead. Fred and George instantly darted into a nearby dark corridor. Silven and Harry pulled on the Invisibility Cloak and headed upstairs to the library.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tomorrow was Christmas break; only a handful of students remained in the library, reading or writing assignments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Silven and Harry entered, no one noticed them. They walked straight to a secluded table and slipped out from under the cloak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I can’t believe you actually went after Malfoy!” Hermione whispered from the far end of the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’ve said that already, Hermione,” Ron said from the other side. “Did you succeed? How’s Malfoy now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He got beaten badly,” Harry said excitedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s a violation of school rules,” Hermione said. “If Professor Snape finds out…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“As long as you don’t tell him, he won’t know,” Silven sat down inside. “Madam Pince can testify we’ve been in the library since we came in—Malfoy has no proof.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry sat between Silven and Ron, his chest heaving; his heart pounded wildly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He still couldn’t believe he’d impulsively joined Silven and the Weasley twins earlier that afternoon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d even helped plan it and contributed his own Invisibility Cloak—probably because Silven wanted to beat up Malfoy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was precisely because of the Invisibility Cloak that this plan had even been possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry calmed his racing heart. Thinking back to kicking Malfoy so hard just now, he felt an inexplicable lightness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fatigue from training, the pressure from the match, the torment from Lockhart and Colin—all of it vanished with Malfoy’s screams.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Next time, remember to call me,” he said instinctively to Silven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Harry!” Hermione turned in disbelief, her voice too loud—Madam Pince glanced over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She quickly lowered her voice. “You can’t… Harry, you couldn’t have left no trace at all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron beside her looked utterly disappointed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For Harry to say that, it must’ve been an incredible experience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there was no help for it—the Invisibility Cloak could only cover two people; adding a third would risk exposure. He had to stay behind with Hermione to cover for them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come on, Harry was just joking—don’t take it so seriously.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven stood up first. “Besides, opportunities like this don’t come every day. Tomorrow’s Christmas break—most students will leave. No classes during the break—he can’t come to our dorms to find us. By term’s start, this will all be forgotten.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I hope so,” Hermione said. She had no choice but to believe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Together, they returned their books to Madam Pince and walked out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“By the way, what time will you come to the library during the break? We could study together,” Hermione said. “I’m staying at Hogwarts for Christmas this year.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I probably won’t come to the library during the break,” Silven shrugged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?” Hermione thought she’d misheard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“To be honest, I feel I pushed myself too hard,” Silven idly flipped through his heavily annotated copy of Advanced Transfiguration Guide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t understand much of what’s in here. No matter how much I read, it does me no good—I’ve decided to take a break for now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s more like it,” Ron grinned. “I say you should spend the break playing Wizard’s Chess and Exploding Snap—I’ve got a brand-new set.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, you misunderstand—making wands is my rest… Oh, good evening, Professor Snape.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they stepped out of the library, they met Snape approaching, followed by three bruised and swollen figures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You did this, didn’t you?” Snape glared darkly at Harry and Silven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Gryffindor loses…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait a moment, Professor,” Silven interrupted, stepping forward to block the three behind him, locking eyes with Snape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t know what you mean, but we’ve been in the library since after dinner—could there be some misunderstanding?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Impossible!” Malfoy stepped out angrily. “The one who kicked me in the face was Potter—I know it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Excuse me, you’re…” Silven squinted, studying him carefully, then suddenly realized. “Oh, Draco Malfoy. Sorry, I didn’t recognize you—you’ve gotten much fatter since last time. Your face is round now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malfoy’s face wasn’t just round—it turned red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was swollen. Someone had smeared belladonna powder inside the sack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Draco,” Snape cut him off, coldly staring at Silven. “You say you were in the library the whole time?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You didn’t leave?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not once.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll find out the truth,” Snape said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course, that’s only right,” Silven said helpfully. “Madam Pince has been sitting by the door the entire time, and several senior students were there too—if we’d left and come back, none of them could have missed it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t need you telling me how to do my job,” Snape snorted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course, Professor,” Silven said. “May we return now? We still have a lot of homework to finish.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1476,"2026-06-20T04:03:11.805Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","8130cd95b7110795ce2f1cec53684a349ad220b7e9d4eb9d8585bc45bf4fa264","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-118","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-116",149,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-cover.jpg"]