[{"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-12":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},2292264,4482,"Chapter 12: Gryffindor","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-12",12,"\u003Cp>The famous Savior drew most people’s attention, but only a few still sought the answer to another question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like Hermione, whose thirst for knowledge was insatiable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sir Pottinton, why did you just say Ollivander could never have been sorted into Gryffindor?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? Did I say that?” the ghost asked, flipping his head back onto his neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the Sorting Hat shouted that, his head nearly came off—thankfully, a thin strip of skin still held it on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’s nicknamed Nearly Headless Nick, after all; it never fully detached.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You did!” Hermione nodded firmly, pulling in witnesses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, I witnessed it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s right!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fred and George, the twins, spoke from either side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were curious too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though they didn’t know what had happened, the professors’ expressions suggested it was fascinating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This… well, actually, it’s nothing much,” Nearly Headless Nick glanced at Silven at the far end of the table and lowered his voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“As far as I know, since Hogwarts was founded, not a single Ollivander has ever been sorted into Gryffindor—not one.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Whoa!” Fred exclaimed, “Oh, over a thousand years? Is that true?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Probably true—I’ve been at Hogwarts for five centuries and have never seen one.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why?” Hermione asked curiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t know,” Nearly Headless Nick thought for a moment. “But there’s a legend.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s said—only said, with no factual basis—” the ghost emphasized first, then continued:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This seems tied to Godric Gryffindor, one of Hogwarts’ four founders. Though a wizard, he particularly favored swords over wands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Moreover, he didn’t just commission a goblin to forge a sword—he carried it with him always and publicly declared it superior to wands. Even his heirloom was Gryffindor’s sword.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And the Ollivanders are a wand-making family; naturally, they’d dislike Gryffindor.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then why was Silven sorted into Gryffindor?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t know,” the ghost shook his head, his head wobbling on his neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Either he’s not an Ollivander, or he has something unusual about him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nearly Headless Nick drifted away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But everyone remained immersed in what he’d just said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ancient grudges and feuds among Hogwarts’ four founders—who wouldn’t be fascinated?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So all eyes turned again to Silven—even Harry Potter’s sorting into Gryffindor failed to distract them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the Gryffindor table, Silven sat closest to the staff table, expressionless, staring at the Sorting Hat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He never imagined he’d be sorted into Gryffindor—even Hufflepuff would’ve been better.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stupid hat didn’t hesitate for a second; the moment it touched his hair, it made its decision—just like Malfoy, all efficiency.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But why was he sorted into Gryffindor?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even after sorting ended, Silven still couldn’t figure it out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor McGonagall took away the Sorting Hat and the stool; in an instant, the empty table was filled with lavish food.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The aroma of the food snapped Silven out of his confusion—he’d been on the train all day and was starving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whatever else, eat first!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Golden roasted chicken and sweet creamy soup filled his mouth, reviving his weary body and mind instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he calmed down, Silven remembered the words he’d heard when he’d put on the Sorting Hat a second time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was suited for Gryffindor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven’s knife froze mid-slice of pork chop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking back, some of his earlier plans—taken on their own—did seem very Gryffindor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he hadn’t acted yet; they were only plans. Did that count?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some things were simply once-in-a-lifetime, and only ever happened around Harry Potter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like the three-headed dog, or the basilisk… both were rare, excellent wand cores. Missing them would be a shame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once he accepted this, Silven gradually came to terms with being sorted into Gryffindor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What else could he do? Hogwarts had never allowed switching houses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, being closer to Harry Potter would make certain things easier to accomplish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven convinced himself this way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…It worked, at least—he now had an appetite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he wondered if old Ollivander could accept it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Silven put a piece of steak in his mouth, he couldn’t help thinking of his grandfather.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Probably no problem—he remembered his grandfather never held any prejudice against Gryffindor. He’d always said only that Silven should attend Hogwarts, never once specifying a house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Preoccupied with his thoughts, Silven didn’t notice when dessert vanished, nor did he hear Headmaster Dumbledore’s speech.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He vaguely recalled warnings: freshmen must not enter the Forbidden Forest, and students must not approach a certain classroom on the fourth floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh, and the Quidditch tryouts… pfft, who in their right mind plays Quidditch?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After everyone finished singing the school song, Silven stood and joined the new students lining up to leave the Great Hall. On the stairs, he spotted Neville walking ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Come to think of it, Mrs. Longbottom had said at Platform Nine and Three-Quarters that she hoped both he and Neville would be sorted into Gryffindor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could the Longbottoms have a gift for prophecy?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Silven?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps sensing something, Neville turned around just then.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You—you okay? Are you alright?” he asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What could possibly be wrong with me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s the sorting,” Hermione said. “I heard the Ollivanders and Gryffindors have a feud.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? Do they?” Silven was baffled—he briefly doubted he was a real Ollivander.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How come I never heard of this? Who told you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sir Pottinton,” Hermione said. “The Gryffindor ghost—many call him Nearly Headless Nick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He said Godric Gryffindor preferred swords over wands, so his ideals clashed with the Ollivander family’s wand-making tradition, and their relationship has always been poor.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she repeated the ghost’s earlier words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Maybe there’s some truth to it,” Silven said dismissively after listening. “But that was a thousand years ago. How could anyone hold onto such a trivial matter? It’s a waste of time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But that’s a clash of ideals—trivial?” Hermione frowned at Silven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Impossible. You’re overthinking,” Silven smiled. “Remember what my grandfather told you when you bought your wand?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Which line?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The wand chooses the wizard.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I remember.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s the key,” Silven said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We believe the wand chooses the wizard. How the wizard chooses… doesn’t matter.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But I think the idea of ideological conflict is nonsense—take Neville, for example.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He loves toads and carries one everywhere, yet when he sends mail, he still uses an owl. The owl is his wand.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is that how it works?” Hermione nodded slowly, half-understanding. “I always thought ‘the wand chooses the wizard’ was just for mystery.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You can think of it that way too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1061,"2026-06-20T04:03:11.805Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","99b4a1d916638cdd58d743f9c715f6036ff2a5fc882e79fbc1c75d023c42b84e","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-13","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-11",149,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-cover.jpg"]