[{"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-19":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},2292271,4482,"Chapter 19: The Unreasonable Elder Wand","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-19",19,"\u003Cp>Silven did promise to help Hagrid repair something—his wand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this kind of thing absolutely couldn’t be known to others, especially not to Harry and Ron.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a certain sense, these two were just like Hagrid—tight-lipped people who wouldn’t voluntarily reveal any secrets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet each of them had a flaw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hagrid sometimes let slip a word, while Harry and Ron plotted loudly, completely ignoring whether anyone was around when discussing secrets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next day was the first weekend holiday after Hogwarts’ term began.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Early Saturday morning, Silven left the castle and came alone to the edge of the Forbidden Forest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hagrid’s cabin was clearly visible, visible at a glance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Silven approached, the cabin door was tightly shut, the windows completely covered, not a single crack left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We agreed to meet today—aren’t you home?” Silven frowned and knocked on the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the second knock, the door creaked open a sliver from inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Quiet, Silven, quiet…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hagrid pressed his face against the crack, his eyes nervously fixed on the direction of the castle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come in quickly!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped aside, and as soon as Silven squeezed in, he slammed the door shut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No one saw you, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No,” Silven said. “I think you’re overreacting—this just draws attention.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Maybe you’re right…” Hagrid rubbed his hands. “But I just can’t relax. I’ve even sent Fang into the Forbidden Forest.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fang?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My dog.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So you think a dog would reveal your secret of illegally possessing a wand?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, please, lower your voice,” Hagrid instinctively pulled back the curtain and glanced outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine,” Silven didn’t press. He extended his hand. “Now give me your wand—I need to assess its condition.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hagrid nodded and pulled out a pink umbrella from inside his coat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honestly, Hagrid’s disguise was laughably poor—this was even a small-sized umbrella. Silven thought it was too small even for himself, let alone an eleven-foot-tall Hagrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This thing could barely cover his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Hagrid hadn’t stayed locked away in the school’s Forbidden Forest, he’d have been discovered long ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whatever. Hagrid wasn’t actually going to use this umbrella to shield himself from rain anyway. Let it be.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven took the umbrella and casually removed its canopy and handle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sixteen inches—probably the longest wand Silven had ever seen. Add the crudely made willow casing, and its total length reached twenty inches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Silven, how is it… oh, what did you just do!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Hagrid finished speaking, he saw Silven rub hard against his wand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A layer of wood, like the shed skin of a lizard, crumbled into dust with a light shake, revealing the wand beneath—pierced through and through with cracks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sixteen-inch wand was riddled with spiderweb-like fissures; some even exposed the red phoenix tail feathers inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven ignored Hagrid’s heartbroken expression and held it up close for a careful inspection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who repaired this for you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I can’t say,” Hagrid shook his head. “Don’t ask. I won’t tell you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine, whatever,” Silven didn’t care. “But I’d bet the one who fixed this wand is a powerful wizard.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course—he’s Dumbledore, the greatest wizard…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hagrid’s face instantly twisted with terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I shouldn’t have said that—I betrayed Dumbledore. He fixed my wand, and I betrayed him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Calm down, Hagrid,” Silven rubbed his ear. “You don’t think I’d snitch, do you? Don’t forget—I’m helping you repair this wand right now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I—I didn’t mean it that way.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I know,” Silven laid the wand flat before him. “I was wrong—it doesn’t need to be repaired again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Look at this,” Silven carefully pried up a sliver of oak wood, trying to lift it off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But several threads finer than hairs bound the fragment tightly to the rest of the wand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve never seen such a powerful repair charm,” Silven murmured. “This kind of damage shouldn’t be fixable by magic—but it’s been held together in another form. It’s incredible.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s Dumbledore,” Hagrid said as if it were obvious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven said nothing, but his desire to see the Elder Wand grew even stronger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he remembered correctly, Hagrid’s wand had been snapped fifty years ago—yet it had held together this long. This thing was utterly unreasonable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So are you still going to fix it? It’s usable as it is.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, I absolutely must fix it,” Hagrid nodded eagerly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sure, it worked—but seeing it this shattered was unbearable. He dared not even apply pressure, afraid it might snap again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright,” Silven nodded, pulled out his own wand, and began chanting a spell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The incantation was long—nearly half a minute from start to finish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hagrid watched as his wand, like a lizard shedding its skin, first extruded an outer shell, instantly shrinking in girth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then came the second layer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After that, only a single strand of crimson phoenix tail feather remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hagrid involuntarily let out a whimper, then quickly clapped his hand over his mouth, afraid of disturbing Silven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t necessary—Silven, already in motion, wasn’t disturbed by such sounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He picked up the outermost ring of the wand shaft.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The runes carved on it were misaligned—no wonder it had cracked like that. Only Dumbledore’s repair charm had been strong enough to keep it from shattering completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this also made his job easier—he wouldn’t need to piece it back together like a puzzle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven opened his leather satchel and took out a silver engraving tool, several wood slivers, and a jar of pine-resin-like wand adhesive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d decided long ago to help Hagrid—these were all prepared in advance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First, he carefully glued the fragments together, confirmed their alignment, then slowly expanded each rune by a slight margin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In essence, the task was simple: cover the original misaligned marks with new ones, restoring the runes’ integrity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the process was tedious and unforgiving—delicate work requiring time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In any other situation, whether Silven or Ollivander would have advised replacing the wand—it’d cost half as much as repairing it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Silven said nothing this time, because Hagrid could never buy a new wand, and Ollivander would never sell him one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven could make one himself, but his stock had no such oversized wands—and the others would be unusable for Hagrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Take it slow. It’s the weekend, and he had nothing else to do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1030,"2026-06-20T04:03:11.805Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","200a42c0220493f4af928cc7b7b706d352a1e32c74f6fc26006cc8c09773ae6d","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-20","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-18",149,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-cover.jpg"]