[{"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-119":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},2292371,4482,"Chapter 119: The Three-Headed Dog","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-119",119,"\u003Cp>Deep in the Forbidden Forest, in a sunken hollow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hagrid stood solemnly before Fang, warning it not to frighten Silven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Last time, you nearly killed Silven inside the castle—that’s unacceptable.” Hagrid’s tone was stern; he didn’t care whether Fang understood, and shouted loudly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If it were a Slytherin student, they’d report this to the Ministry. Then you’d be killed—even Headmaster Dumbledore couldn’t save you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s only because Silven didn’t press charges—and led you out of the castle—that your life was spared!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three-headed dog let out an incomprehensible snort, each head turning toward a different direction—but none looked at Silven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed resentful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, Hagrid. Let me talk to it.” Silven stepped forward, gathering courage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang immediately growled low in its throat, but remembering Hagrid was nearby, it swallowed the sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only when he drew closer did Silven realize Fang had grown much larger—he stood there, still shorter than one of its heads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can it understand me?” Silven asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A little,” Hagrid said. “Fang’s a clever creature. If it’s not too complex, it understands everyday words.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then I’ll leave you two to chat. I’ll go tidy up its bed—it always makes a mess of its sleeping spot.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The “bed” Hagrid referred to was just a clump of shrubs, trimmed into a giant doghouse, identical in shape to Fang’s old den.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Hagrid began bustling about, Silven looked up at Fang again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only simple phrases understood—meaning its intelligence was lower than Tom’s… maybe even below a tail-dog. At least tail-dogs could comprehend most wizard commands and were the most popular household pets, though the only flaw was their exorbitant price.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were sold in Diagon Alley—for the price of ten owls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven smirked. Such low intelligence, and yet it had three heads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if sensing something, Fang suddenly turned its gaze toward Silven and began baring its teeth again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven drew in a breath, turned around…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hagrid!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he spoke, the three-headed dog’s face instantly softened into a pleading grin—faster than any dog.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s wrong?” Hagrid rushed over. Seeing Silven and the dog unharmed, he exhaled slightly in relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nothing,” Silven said. “I just wanted to ask if you needed help.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, I can manage alone,” Hagrid said. “You can feed it some moose meat—it’s in that barrel.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No problem,” Silven nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Silven looked at Fang again, it had stopped baring its teeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s better. Even though you’re a dog, you should still have some sense.” Silven picked up a piece of meat and placed it into the middle mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I blew up your mouth once, but you chased me halfway across the castle—so we’re even.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other two heads leaned in, stretching their necks toward the barrel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven gave each of them a piece too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’re even, alright?” he asked again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven believed Fang understood him—it could read expressions, after all. Its intelligence was probably higher than he’d thought, about half of Tom’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang ignored Silven, staring fixedly into the barrel. Clearly, it loved the meat—saliva dripped steadily onto the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only after Silven finished feeding the entire barrel did Fang reluctantly emit a low whine, its dog-face returning to its usual indifferent expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re pushing it,” Silven said, smirking. “When I blew up your mouth, I even brought you a gift—wasn’t that giant a tasty treat?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, Fang didn’t understand. Silven gestured wildly until it recalled the delicious meat roll that had barged in after him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang licked its lips, as if savoring the memory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back then, it had been in too much pain, and the giant had stormed in with hostility—so it tore the thing apart in rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only later, once it regained its senses, did it realize it had missed a delicacy—the lingering taste in its mouth had been exquisite, even more fragrant than the meat Hagrid brought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But since then, it had searched endlessly and never found a similar flavor again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching Fang’s shifting gaze, Silven guessed its thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three-headed dog truly liked giants… probably because of their unique scent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether due to racial instinct or not, giants smelled awful—a putrid fusion of rotting meat and swamp muck, mixed with moldy cheese—overpowering, nauseating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This odor served as their second weapon; an unsteady wizard might vomit the moment the giant drew near.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But for a three-headed dog, this stench might well function as its own seasoning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From Fang’s gaze, it was clear—it truly missed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That was my gift to you,” Silven patted the dog’s muzzle. “Remember? I opened the door.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, he casually tugged out a thick, wire-like whisker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Fang acted as if it felt nothing, continuing to stare fixedly at Silven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s right—it was me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven mimicked opening a door, then pretended to stumble like a clumsy giant, rolling forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang’s six eyes instantly lit up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It remembered—the “delicious meat roll” had appeared just like that!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven suddenly felt a gust of wind. Standing up, he realized Fang was wildly wagging its tail, thudding against nearby trees with loud thumps—leaves and branches rained down everywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, looks like you two are getting along well,” Hagrid returned just then. He glanced at the empty barrel and Fang’s demeanor, then patted its head approvingly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s right—you should be friends with Silven.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hand brushed against something sticky. He looked closer—it was saliva.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang’s right head had tilted too high; the drool had dripped onto its middle head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You greedy beast,” Hagrid chuckled. “You just finished a whole barrel of moose meat—how are you hungry again?… Though I’ve got nothing else left.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t think it’s hungry,” Silven said. “It’s craving something.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Craving what?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A giant,” Silven said. “Are there any in the Forbidden Forest?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Probably,” Hagrid mused. “But they’re on the far side of the forest, far from the castle, separated by a vast swamp.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t even think about going after them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hagrid’s expression darkened as he remembered something. “Even I rarely go to that side. The swamp is enormous, teeming with grindylows and flobberworms, and across it live werewolves. You must not go near.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t worry, Hagrid—I won’t,” Silven explained. “It’s Fang—it likes the giant’s smell.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this explanation didn’t convince Hagrid. He was certain Silven wanted another giant bone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But were giants easy to deal with?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This thought instantly drained Hagrid’s desire to stay. He quickly led Silven away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang trudged behind, head lowered—as if seeing them off—and the effect was remarkable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the three-headed dog’s intimidation, no forest creature dared approach. The two reached Hagrid’s hut without incident.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hagrid then drove Fang back deep into the Forbidden Forest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though no one was pursuing the incident from last year anymore, Hagrid still felt it was safer for the three-headed dog to remain deep within the forest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back in the hut, Hagrid poured tea for Silven, then went to fetch rock cakes—his standard offering to guests.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven, meanwhile, examined his harvest from the Forbidden Forest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First, ten branches of varying lengths—thirty inches at longest, fifteen at shortest—all suitable for wand-making.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their quality was excellent, especially the oak: smooth surface, intact grain, no cracks whatsoever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In addition, two of Fang’s whiskers. Silven had originally planned to pluck one from each head—fair and balanced—but when he reached the head whose two teeth he’d blown out, he suddenly felt a pang of guilt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, two would do. Now that he and Fang had made peace, getting whiskers would be easy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the chance arose, and he found a suitable gift… dog teeth weren’t out of the question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven rubbed his chin, suddenly recalling the last two properties of his wand, Silvermane.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Spell Piercing]: +20% penetration on magical attacks; chance to directly destroy an opponent’s defensive spell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Tear]: After a spell inflicts damage, the target’s counter-curse effectiveness is reduced by 30%.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he used Silvermane, whether targeting Voldemort’s soul, countering the effects of Avada Kedavra, or dispelling petrification, he always relied on unicorn-related magic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But these two properties clearly came from Fang—only now, as a second-year, he couldn’t use them yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wait… chance to directly destroy an opponent’s defensive spell?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven’s expression grew strange. Was this Fang targeting giants?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Giants’ wands enhance defensive magic—then Fang brought [Spell Piercing]. Was this a targeted kill?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you thinking about?” Hagrid placed a plate of rock cakes on the table before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nothing,” Silven tucked away Silvermane. “I was just wondering when we can return to the Forbidden Forest—I’ve discovered it’s full of treasures.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course,” Hagrid blurted. “The Forbidden Forest is Hogwarts’ greatest treasure.” He quickly added: “But you’re a student—entering it without permission violates school rules.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then I’ll come during school breaks—Christmas, Easter, or the summer holiday. When Hogwarts is closed, it won’t count as breaking the rules, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hagrid froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first two were questionable, but the end-of-year holiday… technically, if he could enter the school then, it wouldn’t violate the rules.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No,” Hagrid frowned. “Too dangerous. You’re still a second-year.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then I’ll ask you to come with me,” Silven said. “When school’s out, we’ll visit Fang together.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s fine,” Hagrid nodded automatically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1506,"2026-06-20T04:03:11.805Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","8356dc3f526c0884713fe15e17d798e0f23bed94a3f46a94dbcfb2a5f8e395fb","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-120","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-118",149,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-cover.jpg"]