[{"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-136":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},2292388,4482,"Chapter 136: The Chamber Under Surveillance","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-136",136,"\u003Cp>“Hermione, how long is the Potions essay—two feet or three?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Five feet,” Hermione said without looking up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven gripped his quill, feeling his wrist ache even more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The most unavoidable thing about the Easter break was the mountain of homework piled together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During the two-week holiday, Silven spent at least eight hours a day in the library, snapping three quills and using up two bottles of ink… yet even so, on the day before term resumed, he still had one eight-foot-long essay unfinished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to him, Harry and Ron were far more relaxed; with Hermione’s half-hearted help, they only needed to sit in the library five hours a day to finish their daily quota.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Afterward, they would mysteriously leave the library, off to do something unknown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I can’t finish it… I just can’t…” Neville stared helplessly at the parchment soaked through after knocking over another ink bottle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spent more time in the library each day than Silven, yet had even more homework left—about a third remaining, impossible to complete before classes resumed the next day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I suggest you start with the Potions essay—just copy content straight from a few books. At least get Snape to accept it; he probably won’t even read your work.” Silven offered him advice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since Neville’s cauldron and potion had vanished under a cleaning charm last time, Snape’s attitude toward him had changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Previously, he’d mocked and sneered; now he simply ignored him, as if Neville’s mere survival through classes counted as success.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Snape likely wouldn’t waste time reading Neville’s Potions essay—just turning it in gave him at least a fifty percent chance of slipping through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then copy your Potions essay, change the name, and call it History of Magic homework,” Silven continued. “Solves two subjects at once.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, I can’t…” Neville’s face fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s fine—everyone does it,” Silven said. “Do you expect a ghost to grade your homework?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only Peeves could touch things in Hogwarts; other ghosts couldn’t even lift parchment, let alone grade assignments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No,” Neville looked even more miserable. “I… I wrote the History of Magic essay first. I finished it all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven didn’t know what to say, so he just patted his shoulder and gave him an encouraging smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At noon, sunlight streamed through the library windows, and Silven couldn’t help glancing outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hogwarts in summer seemed more lively than ever—the Whomping Willow had sprouted fresh green leaves, and the sky and lake alike had turned a pale blue tinged with violet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven spotted Hagrid striding across the grounds with Fang, accompanied by two others—he immediately recognized the unmistakable red hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hogwarts had many Weasleys with red hair, but with a black-haired boy beside them, it had to be Harry and Ron.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They seemed to be talking to Hagrid; whatever they said made him suddenly quicken his pace. Fang couldn’t keep up—he had to trot to follow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was odd—why was Hagrid trying to shake them off?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a brief distraction, Silven returned to his essay and finally reached five feet by evening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spread out the parchment, measured it again with a ruler, confirmed the length was correct, then nodded and rolled it back up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was terrifying—a single essay had used up a whole scroll of parchment. If this kept up, he’d have no time for anything else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After dinner, back in the common room, Silven saw Harry and the other two huddled together, whispering urgently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It instantly reminded him of what he’d seen at noon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as Silven approached, the three fell silent at once, pretending everything was normal, nothing had happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t press them—they didn’t want to talk. Besides, the last glow of sunset had faded; the sun had vanished beyond the horizon, leaving only the moon hanging high.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sunset already?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, damn…” Silven suddenly remembered something. He didn’t speak to Harry again—he bolted for the dormitory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Silven, you—” Harry started to say something, but Silven was already upstairs, out of earshot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did Silven get angry?” Harry glanced nervously up the stairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Maybe we shouldn’t have kept it from him,” Hermione said. “Silven knows a lot about the Chamber—don’t forget that article in the Daily Prophet.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Forget that,” Ron said. “Fred and George already said that Daily Prophet article was a joke—they have no idea where the Chamber is.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He knows,” Harry said. “Silven told me—he knows where the Chamber is. The professors know too, but none of them can get in.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Really?” Hermione sat up straight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry nodded. “That’s what he said.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Maybe we should just ask him directly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t bother,” Ron sighed. “He’s just like the professors—he won’t tell us. His mouth is tighter than Hagrid’s.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But this is different,” Harry said. “Lockhart wants to open the Chamber, stage a big event for the front page—we have to stop him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you sure you didn’t mishear?” Hermione frowned. “Professor Lockhart… how could he possibly do something like that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Absolutely certain, Hermione,” Harry said seriously. “I swear—I heard it with my own ears, right in his office.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you still won’t believe us, we can investigate ourselves,” Ron said bluntly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I…” Hermione looked torn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wanted to believe in Professor Lockhart, but now that she thought about it, he had seemed different since returning to school.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All three fell silent. As the tension grew, Harry quickly changed the subject. “Maybe we should just tell Silven.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you think he’ll believe you? That you overheard Lockhart planning something big?” Ron asked. “Remember when we told Professor McGonagall yesterday? She didn’t believe us—said the Headmaster’s enchantments were unbreakable.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah, Silven said something similar,” Harry struggled to recall. “He said only Salazar Slytherin’s special abilities could open the Chamber’s entrance.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So he thinks the Chamber’s safe, just like McGonagall,” Ron muttered. “Last year they said the protections on the Philosopher’s Stone were foolproof—and look how Quirrell got through.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione ignored him, staring at Harry. “Why didn’t you tell us this sooner?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I just remembered,” Harry sheepishly scratched his head. “Besides, we don’t even know where the entrance is—knowing this won’t help.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Better to prepare ahead,” Hermione stood up and headed for the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where are you going?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The library,” Hermione said. “We have two hours before curfew—I need to find out what Salazar Slytherin’s special abilities were.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was torn—she didn’t want to believe Lockhart would harm students, yet she also couldn’t believe Harry was lying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So she desperately needed something else to focus on—researching Salazar Slytherin was perfect, a way to distract herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And even if the information proved useless later, learning more about famous wizards was always worthwhile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Hermione reached the door, she suddenly turned back. “If you’re free these next few days, go to Professor Lockhart’s office again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why are you still trusting him?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Because Professor Lockhart was attacked too,” Hermione snapped. “We need to find out the truth—not just suspect a professor without reason!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron opened his mouth but said nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry didn’t want to go back to Lockhart’s office—he’d only returned once before because he’d forgotten his things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That one visit was how he’d accidentally overheard Lockhart’s plan: open the Chamber, release the monster to cause chaos, then step in to “save” everyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From his performance in the Dueling Club, Harry didn’t believe Lockhart had the ability to handle the creature—but Lockhart himself seemed utterly confident he could defeat it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1225,"2026-06-20T04:03:11.805Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","909798995b3b14d3228198b05682dfa44850a1c5959d85f72063c76a441a837d","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-137","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-135",149,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-cover.jpg"]