[{"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-122":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},2292374,4482,"Chapter 122: Hello, Riddle","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-122",122,"\u003Cp>It wasn’t yet time for term to start, but Hogwarts had suddenly become lively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s all because of what you said in the newspaper,” Hermione said, slamming her book onto the table. “Everyone’s gathered outside the common room, waiting to see you destroy the Chamber.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did I say today?” Silven thought carefully. “If I remember right, tomorrow’s the last day of the holiday—the day everyone returns by train.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s correct, but the paper also said you’d resolve the matter before students return.” Hermione unfolded a copy of the Daily Prophet on the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Students won’t be back until tonight—that doesn’t fit.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No wonder,” Silven nodded in understanding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I suggest you stay inside today,” Harry said, looking up from the chessboard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We can help you find Professor McGonagall,” Hermione said. “She’ll surely know how to end this farce.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No need. Don’t bother the professors,” Silven glanced again at the parchment in his hand, squinting. “Besides, I don’t consider this a farce.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Exactly. This is the most important moment before the opening.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Fred and George walked in, each carrying a large crate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where have you been?” Ron asked. “What’s in the boxes?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course, the special equipment we prepared to destroy the Chamber!” Fred said, opening the crate in front of everyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside were nothing but Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes fireworks—apparently the Water-Flower series, which required water to ignite and left a damp, soggy mess on whoever they landed on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>George’s crate held Dragon’s Breath fireworks, which erupted in spectacular dragon-flame displays—the perfect choice for livening up the atmosphere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You…,” Hermione stared at them, “you’re not seriously planning to fake destroying the Chamber with these.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brilliant idea, right?” Fred winked. “We spent ages thinking it up.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And spent nearly all our Galleons,” George grinned. “By tonight, they’ll be scattered all over the castle!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Astronomy Tower…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The corner towers…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And the Great Hall—who says the Chamber can’t be hidden inside the Great Hall?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fred and George’s eyes grew brighter and brighter. What a perfect chance to light fireworks openly in the castle! At that moment, they thought Silven was a genius for coming up with the idea of destroying the Chamber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Percy burst out of the dormitory. “You can’t do this! You’re blatantly breaking school rules—I’ll…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’re helping the school eliminate a potential threat,” Fred said, staring at him seriously. “You’re a prefect—do you really want to stop us?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But your fireworks…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What fireworks? These are secret weapons against the Chamber monster!” George grinned. “Maybe the monster’s afraid of fireworks?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Percy couldn’t argue with them—he turned beet red. “I—I’m telling Mum!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Please, you idiot,” Fred laughed. “Mum doesn’t care about this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“By the way, you must really like the nickname ‘Idiot,’ or you wouldn’t still be wearing it at dinner.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Percy’s face turned even redder, but everyone else couldn’t help laughing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They remembered the Christmas dinner a few days ago—Percy’s prefect badge had been altered so the word became “Idiot,” and he’d worn it for days before noticing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The common room instantly filled with cheerful energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, Silven took Harry’s advice and stayed inside the common room all day; others brought him beef sandwiches and fried pork chops for lunch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By afternoon, the school was even busier—on the Marauder’s Map, several names overlapped, forcing Silven to scrutinize carefully to find the one he wanted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry came to see him twice; the second time, he brought a bulging package.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By nightfall, the eighth floor was packed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the portrait of the Fat Lady was pushed open from within, every eye turned toward it—including a beetle perched in the corner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The markings around the beetle’s eyes were peculiar—like the frames of spectacles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boom!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a loud explosion, a glowing red lion burst out of the common room, leapt into the air, then split into dozens, then hundreds, of golden little birds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The tower!” someone shouted, running over. “Two dragons in the tower—I saw them breathing fire!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Fred and George, fully armed, flew out on their brooms, shouting excitedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come on!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Try this!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those around them instinctively followed, racing toward the tower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, the castle fell quiet again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, on the second floor, in a secluded corridor, candles flickered dimly, casting long, slanted shadows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone had come—but they didn’t approach, only glanced from afar, as if searching for someone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But term hadn’t started yet, and the curious students who’d returned early had all followed the Weasley twins to the tower—this place was empty, utterly deserted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hah… I knew it,” the figure chuckled, turning to leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as he turned, the air behind him shuddered violently—and suddenly, a person appeared before him, a wand pointed at his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Silven Ollivander, you—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good evening, Mr. Malfoy,” Silven smiled, lifting his wand slightly. “Impedimenta!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ropes shot from the wandtip, swiftly wrapping around Draco Malfoy, descending like spiderwebs from the ceiling, pinning him suspended in midair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you doing!” Draco struggled violently. “Let me down, or I’ll tell Professor Snape!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go ahead,” Silven said, unconcerned. “But you’ll have to wait—he’s currently at the Astronomy Tower, too busy to deal with this little matter.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped before Malfoy and tapped his robe with his wand, searching left pocket to right pocket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah, found it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ignoring Draco’s frantic struggles, Silven plunged his hand into his pocket and pulled out a tattered, black diary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Give it back!” Draco turned visibly panicked, roaring in fury, thrashing wildly—but the ropes tightened further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s my diary! Give it back!” Draco kept shouting, hoping to draw a professor’s attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Silven’s next words silenced him instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your diary? Isn’t this Tom Riddle’s diary?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Draco’s shouting cut off abruptly, like a rooster with its throat slit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Y-you how do you know? No—Tom Riddle? Who’s that? I don’t know him! Let me down!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Whether you admit it or not doesn’t matter. What matters is, I found it,\" Silven shook the diary in his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’ve been wondering who took this diary. I never expected it to be you.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s just an ordinary diary. I bought it in Knockturn Alley,” Draco still struggled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stop pretending,” Silven smiled. “That article in the Daily Prophet was meant for the person actually holding the diary. When you heard I’d destroy the Chamber with the Headmaster, you panicked, didn’t you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So you came back early to confirm whether it was true.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I came… to watch the spectacle,” Draco insisted. “Besides, I’m not the only one who returned.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But you’re the only one who came to the second floor—and you came here seven times today,” Silven said. “How do you explain that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I—I came to the library.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh? I never knew Mr. Malfoy was such a bookworm,” Silven sneered. “But you never even went near the library—not even passed the door.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How do you know I didn’t?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I do know,” Silven scanned him up and down. “Not only do I know you never went to the library—I know exactly what you’ve done before.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven’s expression changed abruptly. He flicked his wand, swinging the ropes holding Draco to the edge of the railing, then with a flick of his wrist, produced another wand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Diffindo!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ropes snapped one after another, leaving only one strand barely holding his left foot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It happened too fast—before Draco could react, he was dangling upside down in midair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This position was far more uncomfortable than being bound—and directly beneath him was the ground of the first-floor entrance hall. If he fell…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Draco couldn’t bear to think further—his face turned deathly pale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You dared to send the Basilisk to kill me!” Silven pointed his wand at him. “Now I’ll let you fall from here—consider it even.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But don’t worry—this is only the second floor. Even if you fall, it’s nothing—just another dose of Skele-Gro.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven raised his wand, aiming at the last remaining rope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Diffindo—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I didn’t!” Draco screamed, terrified. “It was Tom Riddle—he wanted to kill you, not me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh? Now you admit it,” Silven lowered his wand. “Tell me—why would he want to kill me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He said you killed him…” Draco trembled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?” Silven froze, utterly stunned—he never expected this answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m twelve years old. I killed someone fifty years ago? Does that make sense?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I—I don’t know… he said that… please let me down…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven ignored him, pulled out a quill, and opened the diary in his hand…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was truly battered—only half usable; the other half was filthy, as if someone had scrubbed it on muddy ground after rain, like a rag.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is a diary supposed to look like this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whatever. As long as half still works, it’s fine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1430,"2026-06-20T04:03:11.805Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","89706390c1e02cbbf9996cd747b288155e884e65f8d2ab80fd93a410adeb270a","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-123","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-121",149,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-cover.jpg"]