[{"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-124":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},2292376,4482,"Chapter 124: Wand Core, the Changes in the Diary","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-124",124,"\u003Cp>Tom Riddle never imagined that, even after becoming a Horcrux, he could still be threatened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He also couldn’t understand what had happened in these fifty years—why a second-year wizard had already mastered the Patronus Charm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tom Riddle had no idea that the unicorn attacking him was, like himself, a being of soul essence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After seeing the creature fly and glow, Riddle assumed it was a uniquely shaped Patronus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this only made Riddle more insane.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t accept that a spell he hadn’t learned until fifth year had been effortlessly mastered by a second-year student.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glared venomously at Silven. “What a pity—the Basilisk didn’t kill you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So the Basilisk was also under your command?” Silven asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course it was—I am the Heir of Slytherin!” He suddenly grew agitated. “You impostor—you could never open the Chamber, never control the Basilisk. Only I can!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He must have read the newspapers… or perhaps Draco told him what was written in them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was furious that Silven had publicly claimed to be the Heir of Slytherin—this was a major reason Draco returned to school ahead of schedule.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Normally, the arrogant Riddle would never have believed Silven could open the Chamber; after all, if he could, he would’ve acted long ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Silven’s public claim to be the Heir of Slytherin was unbearable to Riddle—it was his most prized identity, and he would never let anyone steal it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven ignored Riddle’s futile rage and recalled the scene again. “But how did you know I’d be on the eighth-floor corridor at that exact moment? The Basilisk is too large to remain exposed all the time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, this is quite interesting,” Riddle suddenly laughed. “Actually, the Basilisk’s original target wasn’t you—it was someone else.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A boy named Wei Silai,” Riddle said, recalling the words Draco had written in the diary. “Damn Wei Silai—he made me eat slug slime and turned me into a joke across the whole school. I’ll kill him, Tom—can you help me kill him?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He was furious—his thirst for revenge drowned his reason. That’s exactly what I wanted to see,” Riddle continued. “That day, I tried to control Draco for the first time, making him go to the Chamber in my place and awaken the Basilisk.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In return, I would have the Basilisk petrify the boy—give him his revenge.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course, I wouldn’t kill him. If a student died, Hogwarts would shut down—and that’s not what I want. Not until I’ve achieved my goal.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What goal?” Silven asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course—to use the Basilisk to kill you,” Riddle said, staring at Silven with a cold, sinister gaze. “When I saw you walk out of the underground classroom that day, do you know how delighted I was?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But I’m still alive,” Silven said calmly. “Are you disappointed?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, you got lucky—the Basilisk can’t find things it has cursed,” Riddle said regretfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Maybe it wasn’t just luck,” Silven smiled. “Tell me about the Chamber’s entrance—was that note left by you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, it was me,” Riddle’s body grew fainter, his voice quieter, as if echoing from across the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I guessed right, didn’t I?” Riddle said smugly. “You’re a seer with prophetic talent.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wrong—completely wrong,” Silven said dismissively. “Just as absurd as mistaking me for Harry.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Riddle remained confident.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You can’t fool me,” his body had turned a dull brown-gray. “From our first meeting, I sensed you desperately wanted the diary—but you were wary of me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But that’s impossible—I’m a Horcrux…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Riddle’s tone suddenly changed, as if something choked his throat. After a pause, he continued:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“After being brought to Hogwarts, I kept asking myself one question: Before you, the diary had never been opened. So why would you be wary of me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then I thought of another man—a natural seer who saw the future and planned to unite wizards and rule over Muggles.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So I wondered—could you also see the future?” Riddle’s face lit up with a smug smile again. “You saw me coming to Hogwarts. You saw everything I did—and you knew I succeeded.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s why you knew me, feared me, and tried to destroy me before it all began.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven said nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a way, Riddle was right—he had indeed wanted to crush him at the very start.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Noticing the change in Silven’s expression, Riddle grew even more triumphant. He excelled at reading minds through expressions and eyes—and the fleeting flicker in Silven’s gaze confirmed he was right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Riddle laughed for the first time—a cold, piercing, mocking sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You can’t succeed. Do you know why? Because that man failed too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You place too much faith in prophecies, never realizing the future is already fixed. When you try to change it, you only push events toward that inevitable end.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Grindelwald’s plan was ruined by self-righteous wizards—and after that, Hogwarts was flooded with Mudbloods.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So you will fail too. And everything I intend to do… will come to pass!” Riddle went mad, his body flickering like a faulty television screen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven frowned, preparing to let the unicorn show Riddle his true situation—he was already in Silven’s grasp, how dare he still be so arrogant?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this time, the unicorn passed straight through his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The diary on the ground changed rapidly—threads of gray mist seeped out, and the remaining pages began to wrinkle and dry up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the mist peeled away, Riddle let out piercing screams, as if enduring unbearable agony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven didn’t know whether a soul fragment bound as a Horcrux could ever detach again—but Riddle was demonstrating it right before his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet from his screams and the madness in his eyes, it was clear the cost was immense—perhaps two-thirds of his soul, or more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven instinctively wanted to stop it—but Riddle was in a peculiar state now, even the unicorn’s soul could not reach him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven knew no other soul-targeting magic. In desperation, he instinctively thought of another Voldemort and grabbed the diary on the ground… instantly, the golden magical runes on his wrist began to glow faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that instant, Riddle’s screams grew louder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If before it was a saw tearing his soul, now it was as if a blazing furnace had been added.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It worked!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven’s eyes brightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t directly turn Riddle’s soul into a wand core—Riddle hadn’t yet performed dangerous dark magic experiments; his soul was still pure. Silven’s magic and instincts fiercely resisted the idea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the separated portion was completely unaffected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Silven made his decision—he turned the diary into a wand shaft and immediately forged a core to amplify its power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the diary wasn’t a wand shaft, lacked matching runes, and couldn’t fuse with a core, borrowing its power briefly was still possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, the gray mist thickened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If before Riddle needed to sacrifice half his soul to escape the Horcrux, now—with Silven’s help—he’d have to leave behind at least two-thirds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In midair, a grotesque monster shrieked and writhed; below it, the diary emitted gray mist like a ravenous beast, devouring everything from the creature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At some point, the unconscious Draco slowly woke—but seeing this, he screamed, rolled his eyes back, and collapsed again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint tearing sound drifted through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the diary. After Riddle decided to extract his soul, it was no longer a true Horcrux—its pages grew fragile, its cover cracked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then, a gray, rope-like strand appeared along the cracks, repairing them completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Harry and Ron were here, they’d recognize it immediately—it was what a wand core looked like after being crafted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’d seen it before—except then, Silven had used the heart-nerve of a red hat, which was red. This one was gray.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More cracks appeared, and the gray wand core kept seeping into every gap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, Riddle tore himself completely free from the diary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked monstrous—no trace of his former self remained. He resembled a haphazardly piled snowman, faceless, his body twisted and unnatural.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He ran—filled with hatred and resentment—fleeing from the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven didn’t chase him. Instead, he focused on controlling the wand core inside the diary, guiding it into every crevice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his other hand, he held his wand, drawing complex runes with his magic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Golden symbols surfaced on the pages, then vanished—but the wrinkled areas smoothed out again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, the diary’s feeling to Silven changed—he had the instinct of a wandmaker… he might have accidentally created something extraordinary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The feeling was so strong that Silven paid no attention to Riddle’s escape—his entire focus was on the diary before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1415,"2026-06-20T04:03:11.805Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","b9ab89eb394599e8b8722f04479562198f0e16c21bcf0f80d877b035d02a6eff","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-125","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-123",149,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-cover.jpg"]