[{"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-137":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},2292389,4482,"Chapter 137: The Erratic Transfiguration Talent and the Professor","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-137",137,"\u003Cp>Silven didn’t know that Harry and the others were already plotting to find the Chamber; his sudden departure had nothing to do with them, but with something else entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he returned to his dormitory, he just caught the last glimmer of sunset before darkness fell; without hesitation, he drew his wand and pointed it at his heart, whispering:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Amaro, Animo, Animato, Animagus.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the second step in learning the Animagus transformation: every day at sunrise and sunset, one must point the wand at the heart and recite the incantation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just now, Silven had noticed sunset was about to end, which was why he hurried back to his dormitory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thump… thump…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The familiar heartbeat sound returned to his ears, but this time, something else seemed to be added.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an extremely faint sound, like a single drop of rain falling from a leaf tip and splashing into a puddle beneath—masked by the downpour, nearly imperceptible, yet undeniably real.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven was certain he had heard it—the second sound—but when he focused entirely to identify it, it vanished, as if it had all been an illusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the spell’s effect ended, and normal sounds returned around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven was thrilled; he knew it hadn’t been an illusion. Though faint, he had truly heard a second heartbeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the heartbeat of his Animagus form—the key to the second stage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing the second heartbeat proved that the mandrake had established a correct “channel”; if no second heartbeat was heard, there was no point continuing the next steps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now the heartbeat was still weak; if he persisted in reciting the incantation at sunrise and sunset, it would grow clearer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This discovery thrilled Silven—and left Harry, who had come specially, utterly baffled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had thought Silven was upset, which was why he had left the common room without looking back—but now…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching Silven occasionally chuckle to himself, Harry began to doubt himself… this didn’t look like someone who was upset.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s wrong?” Silven asked, looking at Harry standing there like a fool. “What did you want?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“N-nothing.” Harry instinctively shook his head, but then remembered what he’d said in the common room and blurted out: “Can you tell me where the Chamber is?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No,” Silven said. “I promised Professor Dumbledore I wouldn’t tell anyone its location.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry sighed. Just as Ron had said—Silven wouldn’t tell them even if he knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Besides, it wouldn’t help even if I did,” Silven continued. “The headmaster has magically sealed the place. Even if you knew where it was, you couldn’t get in.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, I just… I was just curious,” Harry stammered, then quickly left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven didn’t care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next day, he couldn’t wait to tell Professor McGonagall what had happened the day before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To his surprise, her reaction was even stronger—she shot up from her chair in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What? You heard the second heartbeat?” She stared at Silven, disbelief etched across her face—as if someone had told her Snape was a witch and had just awarded Gryffindor two hundred points.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, I heard it,” Silven nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor McGonagall studied Silven, searching his face for signs of deception.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there were none—because it was true.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the sound had been faint last night, this morning it was clear: two heartbeats, one large, one small, maintaining a strange, rhythmic pattern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After hearing Silven’s description, Professor McGonagall found it even more unbelievable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How long has it been since you started reciting the incantation?” she asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“About a month and a half,” Silven thought and replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A month and a half… and you’ve already sensed the second Animagus heartbeat?” Professor McGonagall sat back down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That pace was nearly equal to hers—or more accurately, slightly faster than when she had learned the Animagus transformation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had taken twenty days; but Silven… if she remembered correctly, he had only completed the first stage’s preparations three days before the Easter holiday.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That meant he was three days faster than she had been.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But how was that possible…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor McGonagall had no contempt for Silven, but his Transfiguration talent was truly not exceptional.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If judged by grades, his Transfiguration talent should be rated E (Good)—just shy of the top O (Outstanding).\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gap wasn’t large—perhaps the difference of a single fill-in-the-blank question—but E and O were two entirely different things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Take herself: Professor McGonagall remembered that during her school years, she had learned to turn a matchstick into a needle after seeing it once, mastered all content of the *Elementary Transfiguration Guide* in three months, finished the *Intermediate Transfiguration Guide* in first year, and began studying the *Advanced Transfiguration Guide* and human Transfiguration in second year.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Silven had repeated this process this year, he had devoted all his time to Transfiguration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More than one professor had remarked that Silven constantly stole glances at Transfiguration books during their classes—Gryffindor had lost many points because of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come to my office tonight at sunset,” Professor McGonagall said. She still didn’t fully believe it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No problem,” Silven said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So after dinner, he didn’t even return to his dormitory—he went straight to Professor McGonagall’s office and followed her to the school’s Astronomy Tower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At sunset, Silven pointed his wand at his heart and recited the incantation again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Amaro, Animo, Animato, Animagus.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thump… thump…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…thump…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time it was clearer: two heartbeats, one following the other, echoed in Silven’s ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor McGonagall couldn’t hear the sound, but as an Animagus herself, she could sense the peculiar magical fluctuations around them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The unique magical fluctuations only an Animagus could produce—two entirely different yet perfectly synchronized rhythms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When she transformed into a tabby cat, the fluctuations became even more distinct.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven had truly done it—he wasn’t joking!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How strange—why had Silven’s Transfiguration talent suddenly become the highest O when learning the Animagus transformation?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thought flashed through Professor McGonagall’s mind, then instantly turned to relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ministry’s official record for the youngest Animagus was nineteen—but according to her own private information, it was fifteen… not everyone registered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But none of that mattered now: Silven, only in second year, would surely break the record—unless there were no storms for three consecutive years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that was impossible; at some point, storms would come—even if they had to be made.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the spell’s effect ended and Silven opened his eyes, Professor McGonagall had already transformed back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come with me,” she said, leading Silven back to her office.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor McGonagall no longer cared why his Transfiguration talent fluctuated so wildly; sensing the second heartbeat meant he had succeeded halfway—now he must not slack off, must not relax.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll recommend some more books,” she said, pulling out a blank parchment and swiftly writing a list of titles, then signing her name beneath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“These are all in the Restricted Section. You must keep them hidden at all times—don’t let anyone see them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven took the parchment and glanced at it: seven books, each title more terrifying than the last.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Below were the signature and borrowing date—here, Professor McGonagall had simply drawn a horizontal line, its meaning unclear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve also collected some excellent papers on human Transfiguration—you should read them too,” Professor McGonagall said, walking into the adjacent sitting room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps out of habit, she casually closed the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Before the next storm arrives, you must learn and master as much Transfiguration as possible…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the door fully shut, Professor McGonagall’s voice vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One had to admit—the professor’s office had excellent soundproofing, far better than the dormitory; sometimes at night he could still hear the snores from next door…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven thought this to himself—but the next second, something flashed through his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven suddenly remembered: Harry had once said he heard Lockhart muttering to himself inside his room while writing replies for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that didn’t make sense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Professor McGonagall’s office, her voice was completely blocked—so how had Harry heard Lockhart muttering inside his room?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1315,"2026-06-20T04:03:11.805Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","3a4312a4b36534873cb40af4c6cd524c7879b4c174f6f4340096df965717ac34","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-138","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-136",149,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-cover.jpg"]