[{"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-142":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},2292394,4482,"Chapter 142: Silven on the Three-Headed Dog","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-142",142,"\u003Cp>Tonight was an extraordinary night, Professor McGonagall felt; everything she had experienced all year might not compare to the events of this single evening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But out of duty as a professor, she followed Hermione to the second floor, and as they climbed the stairs, she couldn’t help asking:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So you’re saying that pompous fool Lockhart not only destroyed the magic Dumbledore left behind, opened Salazar Slytherin’s Chamber, and then kidnapped a student?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The more she spoke, the stranger her expression became; honestly, she’d rather believe a student had ridden a dragon to defeat the Basilisk—though that was equally absurd, at least it was marginally more plausible than Lockhart’s actions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, Professor, we saw it with our own eyes—it was Lockhart…” Hermione hesitated, then continued, “but there was another person—we didn’t see him, only Lockhart knows.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they spoke, they reached the second floor, outside Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The last trace of Professor McGonagall’s doubt vanished the moment she saw the gap in the door and the puddles flooding the corridor; clearly, every word Hermione had spoken was true.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Merlin’s beard… how could this be!” Professor McGonagall hurried forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The magic on the door hadn’t fully disappeared, but a gap had opened—just large enough for an adult wizard to squeeze through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bathroom appeared to have been the site of a struggle, though not a violent one; only one sink had been shattered, its shards scattered everywhere, water gushing from the pipes and soaking the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor McGonagall glanced around and felt something was off… oh, it was too quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she saw Moaning Myrtle, floating motionless above the ceiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had never been this still—her form wreathed in smoke, her face twisted in terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor McGonagall took several deep breaths, refusing to look at the abnormal ghost, and strode to another sink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The brass faucet here was undamaged, intact, bearing not only Slytherin’s mark but also the Hogwarts crest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was one of Dumbledore’s safeguards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Professor McGonagall approached, the crest’s image came alive—a lion leapt toward them, followed by an eagle, a badger, and a serpent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor McGonagall waved her wand, and in an instant, the creatures vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor McGonagall turned to Hermione.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I can’t open it…” Hermione said, “it was Harry—he made a strange hissing sound, and the pipe widened.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hissing sound…” Professor McGonagall suddenly recalled something Dumbledore had told her; a realization struck her. “Parsseltongue—is Mr. Potter a Parselmouth?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What did you just say—Parsel… what?” Hermione blinked, confused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The ability to speak to snakes,” Professor McGonagall explained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I didn’t know,” Hermione shook her head. “But it does sound like that.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this point, Professor McGonagall was nearly certain the Chamber’s entrance required Parseltongue—but neither she nor Hermione possessed that ability, so they still couldn’t enter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where’s Potter?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He should be near Hagrid’s hut, with Silven,” Hermione said. “Silven said we staying out of the way is the best help we can give Hagrid.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s right—you’d do well to remember those words.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint trace of relief finally appeared on Professor McGonagall’s face, but it vanished quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The urgent priority now was rescuing Ron Weasley; she had to find Harry—who could open the Chamber—as soon as possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two returned to the entrance hall, where other professors had already covered every window, even the ceiling of the Great Hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone was grateful the incident occurred at night, just before curfew; nearly everyone was still in their common rooms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And since the Basilisk had appeared near the main entrance, no common room had a view of this area.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Minerva, we must help Hagrid,” Professor Flitwick said at once as she approached. “The Basilisk’s venom can kill giants—we can’t let Hagrid face it alone.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then let’s go together,” Professor McGonagall decided immediately. “Beware the Basilisk’s eyes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t worry—I can find the Basilisk with my eyes closed,” Professor Flitwick dashed out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor Sprout directed several round objects to follow behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven hadn’t been entirely correct—if this had been a sudden emergency, like encountering the Basilisk in the entrance hall, the professors’ effectiveness would have been far less than Hagrid’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if the opponent was known in advance, the Basilisk’s threat diminished; the professors always had ways to counter it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snape did not go; he remained in the castle with the other professors, ready to guard against the Basilisk’s return.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After arranging all this, Professor McGonagall immediately left the castle to find Harry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as she stepped down the stairs, she felt the ground beneath her feet trembling slightly, and the shrubs around the castle began to sway uncontrollably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione’s scream pierced the air; Professor McGonagall raised her head, instantly lifting her wand to eye level.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the next moment, what she saw made her eyes widen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the dark Forbidden Forest came a thunderous crack of splitting trees—a massive three-headed dog burst forth… its body nearly twenty feet tall, resembling a running house, each head as large as a Quidditch goalpost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor McGonagall now understood the source of the trembling she had felt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse still, the three-headed dog wasn’t just huge—it was astonishingly fast; in the blink of an eye, it had already passed by, heading straight for the Quidditch pitch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a daze, Professor McGonagall thought she saw a person sitting atop the dog… surely she was mistaken; how could anyone ride a three-headed dog?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor McGonagall shook her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though surprised by this sudden magical creature, she was not panicked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For she had seen the three-headed dog last year—in the castle—and she knew well that Hagrid had been caring for it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps it had sensed Hagrid’s danger and rushed out from the Forbidden Forest to help.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the three-headed dog’s aid, their chances improved greatly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Professor McGonagall thought this, she transformed into a tabby cat and raced at top speed to the edge of the Forbidden Forest, outside Hagrid’s hut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry was indeed there, standing motionless, staring ahead as if witnessing something unbelievable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mr. Potter, come with me,” Professor McGonagall reverted to her human form, seized Harry’s arm, and swiftly scanned the surroundings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strange—where was the other person? Hermione said Silven was here too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where’s Silven?” Professor McGonagall asked. “Listen, the field is too dangerous—you must return to the castle at once.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Silven…” Harry blurted out, “he’s… on the dog’s back.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you talking about?” Professor McGonagall frowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The three-headed dog…” Harry finally realized, pointing at the shrinking silhouette ahead. “Silven is on the three-headed dog’s back!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1075,"2026-06-20T04:03:11.805Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","4e9b59b40069a23ecd781801184b1a1e25bce172cd5502de95a85db658e006df","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-143","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-141",149,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-cover.jpg"]