[{"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-16":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},2292268,4482,"Chapter 16: Ron","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-16",16,"\u003Cp>It was strange, really.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That glowing red “rope” didn’t look long at all—just two or three inches—but it managed to connect the two ends of a ten-inch wand, and not in a straight line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry saw clearly that the cross-section of the wooden rod was carved with various symbols, all now emitting a faint red glow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After who knew how long—maybe minutes, maybe hours—the “rope” finally reached its end, and the two halves of the wand snapped shut instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s… it?” Harry’s throat moved, his voice dry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not quite.” Silven didn’t turn around, his eyes fixed on the wand before him, as he waved his hand. “You’d better step back. I don’t know if it’ll explode this time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No sooner had he spoken than Harry and the others stumbled backward; Neville and Seamus nearly collided—mainly because they’d been standing too long and their legs had gone numb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this point, they’d already considered leaving, but hadn’t even reached the door when a sharp scraping sound filled their ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Creak, creak—like someone sawing wood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the group’s terrified gazes, the wand floated into the air and began shaking violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a daze, Ron seemed to see the shadow of some strange creature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>About twenty inches tall, its gray-brown skin rough as a tree stump, its most striking feature was its head—a crimson hat, as if soaked in blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The monster roared, swinging a wooden stick with force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A heavy hand slapped his shoulder; Ron jolted awake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Run! It’s the Red Hat!” he shouted, grabbing for Harry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you talking about? What red hat?” Harry, bewildered, was yanked hard and nearly fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With no other choice, he and Seamus and Neville clamped down hard on the writhing Ron.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After their combined efforts, Ron gradually calmed down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the familiar dormitory; faint laughter from the common room still drifted in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“W-Where’s the Red Hat?” he rubbed his eyes, asking blankly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What red hat?” Harry released his arm. “There’s nothing here. What’s wrong with you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But I clearly saw…” Ron rubbed his eyes again. “Did I imagine it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You didn’t imagine it.” Silven spoke, drawing everyone’s attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He studied Ron with interest, then glanced at the wand on the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Remarkable. It was supposed to explode—but somehow completed the fusion. And you saw the core’s original form.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He picked up the wand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Holly wood, Red Hat nerve, ten inches]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Status: Perfect]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Traits: Poison spell success rate +5%; Explosion spell success rate +10%]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By Merlin’s beard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven tightened his grip on the wand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two traits—even if the bonuses were tiny and barely worthy of names—they were still two traits!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And both were positive attributes!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven looked again at Ron, thought for a moment, then handed the wand over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Want to try it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?” Ron blinked. “Me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes.” Silven nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron didn’t overthink it. Excited, he stood up, wiped his hands, and took the wand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had dreamed of owning his own new wand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if this one wasn’t his, at least it was new.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Try it,” Silven said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Try what?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A spell. The one you know best.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh.” Ron licked his lips, cleared his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Daisies, sweet cream, and sunshine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Turn this broken old table yellow.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hum…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flash of light passed before them; the brown table instantly turned bright yellow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, my goodness!” Ron covered his mouth, eyes wide with disbelief. “This spell actually works!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just him—Harry’s eyes widened too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d seen Ron cast this spell on the train, but nothing had happened then.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So why did it work now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Looks like you and this wand suit each other.” Silven raised an eyebrow. “Consider buying it? I can give you a great discount.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How much?” Ron’s eyes gleamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Seven Galleons,” Silven said. “That’s the standard price for new students.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The light in Ron’s eyes vanished instantly. Reluctantly, he placed the wand back on the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t have any money. Not even seven Sickles.” He kept his head down, face flushed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll pay for it!” Harry, ever generous, reached into his pocket and pulled out a handful of glittering gold coins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had money—a small mountain of it in his vault. Buying a wand for a friend was nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, no!” Ron gripped Harry’s arm, his face redder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And… I already have a wand. I don’t need another one.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Ron hadn’t kept glancing at the table while saying this, Harry might have believed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Ron refused outright, and Harry couldn’t force him to buy it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s fine—I’ll keep it for you,” Silven said, taking the wand back. The tension eased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll put it in Ollivander’s Wand Shop. You can come buy it anytime.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes!” Ron licked his lips again and nodded firmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You must keep it for me,” he reminded again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Silven agree, Ron returned to his usual self, apologized to Silven along with the others, and left the dorm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The celebration wasn’t over—they wanted to eat something and drink a bottle of butterbeer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dorm was left alone again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven took out the wand once more, recalling the moment when wand and core had fused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The violent shaking, the piercing noise—he knew them too well. They were unmistakable signs of an impending explosion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in the instant before explosion, all anomalies vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And even more coincidentally, Ron had seen the Red Hat core.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a resonance—only possible when a wizard and wand were perfectly attuned during wand-making. Normally, it almost never occurred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, wandmakers always worked in quiet places, with no other wizards nearby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven’s case was unusual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t expected success at all—he’d only done it to comfort his classmates, to give himself an excuse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted them to see how dangerous his usual work was, how it could explode. Not sharing a dorm was for their own good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven’s plan was perfect—except he never imagined it would actually work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d failed for a month—and now, this time, he succeeded!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Because of Ron?” Silven murmured, recalling the phrase he’d heard so often his ears were numb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wand chooses the wizard…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1011,"2026-06-20T04:03:11.805Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","67c2fb5e24b56c6e4630b8edc31451580b758fe42247deaba500cd3b0c948303","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-17","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-15",149,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-cover.jpg"]