[{"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-132":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},2292384,4482,"Chapter 132: Dumbledore","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-132",132,"\u003Cp>\"Your attention to detail surprises me, Mr. Ollivander.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hogwarts, Great Hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore looked at Silven and said with a smile, \"So far, there are no signs of damage to the magic I placed on the bathroom door—it remains secure.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"As for the magical residue shift you mentioned, I believe it is related to Miss Warren.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Miss Warren mentioned by Dumbledore was Moaning Myrtle; Warren was her original surname.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Can ghosts even affect the magic on the door?\" Silven asked, puzzled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It is indeed possible,\" Dumbledore said. \"Ghosts are a very special form of existence—magical imprints left behind by wizards after death, and they naturally influence magic.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But such influence is minuscule, merely causing slight shifts in the magical residue.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I understand, Headmaster,\" Silven nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He did not care about the relationship between ghosts and magic; as long as Dumbledore’s spell on the bathroom door remained intact, Riddle could not enter, and the Basilisk could not escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven returned and sat down at the Gryffindor table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over the next few days, Lockhart returned to his usual self and made no further attempts to approach Myrtle’s bathroom on the second floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, Malfoy had returned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although Dumbledore knew what he had done, he did not expel him, allowing him to resume his studies at the school.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, it was Dumbledore—this outcome was only natural.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Malfoy himself became quiet and withdrawn, always staying with others and never acting alone again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It probably isn’t to watch me… Silven thought to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, the other students knew nothing of these events; they were eagerly anticipating the upcoming Quidditch match.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saturday: Gryffindor versus Hufflepuff. If they win the match while scoring two hundred points, they will have one hand already on the Quidditch Cup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the match day drew nearer, Oliver Wood once again dragged everyone into intense training; every night, the common room echoed with his excited shouts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Our opponents are Hufflepuff—what’s the difference between this and handing the Cup to us?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t let them touch the ball!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If we don’t win this, just snap your wands and become goblins!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pressure on the other players grew heavier, especially Harry’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Hufflepuff team was weak, but that certainly did not include their Seeker, Cedric—he had given Harry considerable trouble last year.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse still, he had grown taller this year; his arms stretched out far longer than Harry’s, giving him a clear advantage in catching the Golden Snitch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On Saturday morning, Harry sat in the Great Hall, picking listlessly at his bread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven ate even less than him; he had taken ten minutes to finish the milk he normally gulped down in a few bites, then put down his cutlery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Silven, how come I feel you’re more nervous than I am?\" Harry asked, unable to help himself. \"But I seem to remember you don’t even like Quidditch.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don’t dislike Quidditch—I just prefer making wands,\" Silven corrected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hogwarts had too many Quidditch fanatics; if he said he disliked Quidditch, a crowd would immediately gather to endlessly lecture him on how wonderful the sport was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like Oliver, Fred, and George lately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So now Silven no longer claimed he disliked Quidditch—he simply said he was too busy to watch the matches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But how did you know I was nervous?\" Silven asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Because you only drank one glass of milk this morning,\" Harry said. \"And last night too—you only finished half a bowl of porridge.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah, well… there’s nothing I can do,\" Silven pursed his lips. \"Just assume I’ve lost my appetite.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven was suffering inside too—it was full moon again. With mandrake leaves in his mouth, he dared not eat much; milk, pumpkin juice, and corn soup had become his staple meals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because of this, when the previous two transformations were interrupted, he had even felt a strange sense of relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But learning Animagus transformation was unavoidable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So now Silven only hoped to succeed on the first try—please, no more repeats.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At eleven in the morning, everyone went to the pitch; Lockhart went too, applying to be the match referee—but was immediately rejected by Madam Hooch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half a term had passed since Hogwarts’ opening; although a few students still believed Lockhart’s flowery words, the professors had long seen through his hollow, showy nature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In short, he was a fool.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Add to that his glorious achievement of pulling out Malfoy’s leg bones, and Madam Hooch would never allow him near the players again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She did not want every player returning from the match as boneless sacks of flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snape also went to watch the match, so Silven felt safe staying in his dormitory, focusing on refining his spherical wand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was not the toy Fred and George had made—it was child’s play to Silven now, something he could produce effortlessly, making it impossible to fully concentrate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Silven carefully followed wand standards, crafting a solid oak sphere the size of a Golden Snitch, and began the official construction of his spherical wand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Needless to say, this was even more complicated than Silen had imagined; a wand is not a toy—it must be capable of casting spells.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a result, Silen was forced to confront one problem after another: magical instability, delayed spell formation, and inability to control direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, it’s a sphere, not a wand with a clear tip—spells could emerge from any direction, even toward the wizard’s own face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Later, Silen solved the issue by constructing a spell channel using runic inscriptions, but the added runes disrupted the original balance, reducing spell success rate by twenty percent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silen is currently working on solving this very problem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This complex process quickly made Silen forget about the mandrake in his mouth, immersing him completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t even notice that the spectators had returned, nor when they left again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t until evening, when intense hunger finally forced him, that Silen left his dormitory and headed to the Great Hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the table, everyone was still discussing the afternoon’s match.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You really shouldn’t have clashed with Slytherin,” Hermione told Ron. “Professor McGonagall was the referee today, and Snape was the only spectator—he’s bound to favor Slytherin.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s not our fault—they started it. Marcus even tried to interfere with Harry’s pursuit of the Golden Snitch.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron said, “Yet Snape only docked us twenty points, as if Slytherin did nothing wrong. McGonagall shouldn’t have been the referee.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m used to it by now,” Harry said. “It doesn’t matter—as long as we win the Quidditch Cup this year, we’ll make up all those points.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I hope so,” Ron replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’re definitely going to win,” Harry said confidently. “We’re currently first, and our last match is against Slytherin, who are in second place.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But their next opponent is Hufflepuff—Malfoy has no chance against Diggle.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry didn’t dare say it aloud, but their next opponent was Ravenclaw—the team with the lowest points—so they’d surely win and might even rack up extra points.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silen listened to their conversation and only then realized another conflict had broken out on the pitch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if it was Slytherin versus Gryffindor, that wasn’t surprising—it would be truly unbelievable if those two houses never had any friction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sometimes Silen wondered whether Voldemort, when cursing the Defense Against the Dark Arts position, had also split off a bit of that curse for Gryffindor and Slytherin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor changes every year, Gryffindor and Slytherin never stop fighting—they erupt into conflicts several times a year, and Gryffindor usually comes out worse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, Professor McGonagall cares about her reputation; other professors might not.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silen slowly sipped his pumpkin juice and porridge while listening to Harry and the others chat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their conversation shifted from the conflict to the match, and when Harry mentioned how agile the Golden Snitch was, Silen suddenly had an idea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Golden Snitch is also a ball—it can’t fly on its own, so someone gave it a pair of wings…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course! Why couldn’t he add a pair of “wings” to his spherical wand?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silen leapt to his feet and turned to run back to his dormitory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew—if he moved the spell channel from inside to outside, he wouldn’t risk disrupting the wand’s balance!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He loved Quidditch!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>……\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1372,"2026-06-20T04:03:11.805Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","3918f4ea6859a9f636f0019e3a82cc4f368cc31c85827f8a8b84ff4b7c9c6b25","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-133","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-131",149,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-cover.jpg"]