[{"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-131":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},2292383,4482,"Chapter 131: Lockhart on the Second Floor","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-131",131,"\u003Cp>Honestly, Lockhart always managed to bring something unexpected, even under circumstances like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven never imagined he’d one day see a pink Great Hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The walls were covered in large clusters of pink flowers, and the ceiling, normally enchanted to mirror the sky, had been painted blue; as people walked beneath it, colorful heart-shaped confetti rained down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lockhart wore a matching pink robe and loudly declared it his Valentine’s Day surprise for everyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Due to my absence, you’ve all endured many dull Defense Against the Dark Arts lessons; to make up for it, I’ve taken the liberty of arranging this surprise… Of course, since it’s a surprise, it won’t end here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he finished speaking, twelve sullen little house-elves entered the hall from the other side, and Lockhart announced they would deliver Valentine’s cards throughout the school.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He added that anyone who wanted to send a message but was too shy could ask them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I, will not, say a single word to those little elves!” Harry said slowly, having poked at his steak since Lockhart stood up—now he’d turned it into a pile of minced beef.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Someone might send you a card,” Silven said, brushing heart-shaped confetti off his plate, then serving himself another piece of steak and eating it with relish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s your third one already,” Hermione said, turning her gaze from Lockhart to Silven. “Is the steak really that good today?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She cut herself a piece and put it in her mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing special—just like usual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s fine,” Silven said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then why are you eating so much today?” Hermione asked curiously. “I noticed this morning—you ate five sausages.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Because the full moon’s coming,” Silven replied, his voice heavy with a weary sigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The full moon meant he’d have to keep chewing mandrake root again, enduring another miserable stretch of poor sleep and worse meals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While there was still time, he might as well eat as much as he could.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven cut another piece of fried pork chop and forced himself to bite into it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What does the full moon have to do with you? Only werewolves fear the full moon,” Ron said, staring at Silven as his expression slowly turned to horror. “You—you’re not a werewolf, are you…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If I were a werewolf, on the night of the full moon I’d pay you a visit in your dorm,” Silven said without looking up. “Don’t lock the door.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Clatter…” Neville’s cutlery clattered onto his plate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Neville, Silven’s joking,” Hermione said, shooting a glare at Ron, who was laughing loudly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course it’s a joke,” Ron said. “Besides, Headmaster Dumbledore wouldn’t let a werewolf stay at Hogwarts.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m sorry—I didn’t mean it like that…” Neville’s face turned bright red. He knew perfectly well Silven was a normal wizard—he’d just been slow to react.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven didn’t care at all; he kept eating the fried pork chop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione watched him thoughtfully across the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So besides werewolves, what else was connected to the full moon?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was pondering this when a forced laugh interrupted her thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lockhart had just told a joke: that Professor Flitwick was more skilled in charm magic than anyone else, and he’d “kindly” called him “that sneaky old dog.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But no one else found it funny—not even Flitwick, who buried his face in his hands, refusing to look up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was probably regretting having used the wrong spell in the Dueling Club last time—he should’ve just used Avada Kedavra on Lockhart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More and more people were starting to think the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All day long, the little elves kept marching into classrooms, delivering Valentine’s cards, driving the professors to distraction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then they received cards too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even at lunchtime, one little elf trudged up to Dumbledore and sang in a hoarse voice:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wise and charming Headmaster of Hogwarts,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Your eyes are like stars in the sky,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Your beard is like a unicorn’s rear,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Praise you, my dear Dumbledore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first Dumbledore didn’t mind—he smiled and thanked the elf, saying he hadn’t realized he was so popular.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he never expected more and more elves to arrive, singing increasingly inappropriate songs—some lines even made him blush.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hundred-year-old headmaster quickly surrendered, abandoning his favorite custard tart before finishing it, and hurried out of the hall to hide in his office.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There, the stone gargoyles guarded the entrance—the elves couldn’t get in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides Dumbledore, all other professors had faced some form of harassment, but each had their own way of dealing with it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snape’s method worked best.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the first little elf sang in the dungeons, “His hair is greasy enough to make a mermaid slip,” Snape moved with astonishing speed—he scooped up a spoonful of the unknown liquid from Neville’s cauldron and poured it straight into the elf’s mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neville’s cauldron—no one knew what was in it or what it did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the effect was immediate: the elf fell silent, his body turning gray-white within seconds, and purple bubbles began oozing from his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After that, silence immediately surrounded Snape—no more little elves dared enter the dungeons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snape was pleased. He thought Dumbledore was far too lenient; everyone knew he was a gentleman who rarely lost his temper, but sometimes you had to be firm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though no more elves bothered him, Snape was thoroughly disgusted by that lyric and didn’t even want dinner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That night, most of the professors didn’t show up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven had just taken two bites of stew when he suddenly stood up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The motion startled Harry, who instinctively glanced around—only relaxing when he confirmed no winged little elves were nearby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s wrong?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, nothing—I’m full,” Silven said, folding an old parchment and slipping it into his pocket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But you just sat down,” Harry said, glancing at Silven’s half-eaten stew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Maybe I ate too much at lunch,” Silven rose from his seat. “You carry on—I just remembered I’m supposed to return a book to the library today.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he finished speaking, Silven sprinted out of the hall, up the marble staircase to the second floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was dinner time, so the second floor was nearly empty—only a few winged and harp-carrying little elves stood sporadically near the library door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’d come to deliver Valentine’s cards to the library but had been chased out by Mrs. Pince and now waited outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven ignored them, turned down another corridor, and after passing two more, he suddenly stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at the person approaching and said, “Good evening, Professor Lockhart. I didn’t expect to see you here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I didn’t expect to see you either, Mr. Ollivander,” Lockhart said, glancing unconsciously at a closed door beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven looked too. “Professor, if I remember correctly, this is a girls’ bathroom—and it’s haunted by a troublesome ghost who hasn’t been used in years.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is that so?” Lockhart nodded, as if utterly unconcerned. “Perhaps I could help her. In Transylvania, I once resolved a ghost’s troubles.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So you know it’s a female ghost?” Silven raised an eyebrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course,” Lockhart said. “Isn’t this a girls’ bathroom?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But I said it hasn’t been used in years,” Silven smiled. “Maybe it’s because there’s a male ghost inside.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lockhart’s expression finally shifted slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m joking, Professor,” Silven said. “The ghost’s name is Moaning Myrtle.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah, of course I know that—she was here when I was a student,” Lockhart said. “But right now, the most important thing is to get to the hall quickly—I hope we still have time for dinner.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No problem, Professor,” Silven stepped aside to let Lockhart pass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mr. Ollivander, aren’t you coming?” Lockhart paused. “Come along—we can go together.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve already eaten,” Silven said. “I need to hurry back to my dorm—there’s a book I must return today.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether it was an illusion or not, Lockhart’s smile seemed to grow more natural when he heard Silven was returning to his dormitory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good luck,” he said. “Mrs. Pince isn’t someone to cross.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I agree.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They parted at the corner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven stood in the corridor, watching until Lockhart appeared in the entrance hall, then walked over to Myrtle’s bathroom door and glanced inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d rushed here because he’d seen Lockhart appear on the Marauder’s Map—probably running too fast, he’d been heard, and they’d met at the corner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it didn’t matter—he had the Marauder’s Map and knew Lockhart’s exact location.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The magical seal Dumbledore had placed on the bathroom door was still there—but somehow, it looked different from before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore had originally enchanted the door to prevent students from entering, reinforcing it so it couldn’t be opened from either side—only Myrtle, as a ghost, could pass freely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore had also instructed that if anything unusual happened inside, he must be notified immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The seal remained, but its position seemed higher—Silven remembered a symbol below the doorknob; now it was centered, about half an inch off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t sure if he’d misremembered—he pushed the door. It still wouldn’t budge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1475,"2026-06-20T04:03:11.805Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","434a163aff52dfa4beea9d335558f81816604349bab14f26b41a5ca263c47c1a","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-132","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-130",149,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-cover.jpg"]