[{"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-2":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},2292254,4482,"Chapter 2: Golden Legend","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-2",2,"\u003Cp>\"Hannah Abbott?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the end of July, Diagon Alley was even busier; Silven leaned out to inspect a little girl with two golden braids standing before the counter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'm sorry, have we... met before?\" Eleven-year-old Hannah instinctively looked up, trying to recognize the young wizard who seemed about her own age.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was a very handsome boy, his pale face bearing the slight baby fat typical of his age, his black hair slightly curled and messy, as if he had just finished a tense and thrilling Quidditch match.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without doubt, among all his peers Hannah had ever seen, this shop assistant was the most attractive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she did not know him, and had no memory of him whatsoever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We didn't know each other before, but we might become classmates—I'm also a first-year at Hogwarts this year,\" Silven said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"As for why I recognize you...\" He picked up a leather-bound book from beside him and flipped through several pages quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah, here it is—Mr. Abbott's appointment yesterday, ten o'clock, to pick a new wand for his daughter. Am I right?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes.\" A tall wizard stepped forward, facing Silven with a slight frown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But I thought the owner here was Ollivander...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ollivander Wand Shop—my grandfather never sold it, that much is certain,\" Silven said with a half-joking tone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing Silven's words, the man nodded, exhaling in relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had come to buy a wand for their daughter, who was about to attend Hogwarts, only to walk into the familiar wand shop and find a stranger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment, the man even suspected the shop had been sold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't that he was easily startled; it was simply that, in his memory, Ollivander had never hired a single employee—not for wand-making, not for sales—everything was done personally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had been that way since his own school days, unchanged for decades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He recalled the way the young wizard had just spoken of Ollivander.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You said grandfather?\" The man's face showed a hint of curiosity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Silven Ollivander.\" Silven extended his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah... pleased to meet you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man did not find it strange that Silven was young; he extended his hand just as seriously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"From your age, Garrick must be your grandfather. Strange—I've never seen you before.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Probably because few people revisit wand shops,\" Silven shrugged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah, that's true,\" the man realized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indeed, wand shops were different from other stores—he hadn't been here in over a decade, and today he came only because his daughter was starting at Hogwarts and needed her own wand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bang!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a wild, tousled head suddenly popped up from behind a shelf, nearly colliding with another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mr. Ollivander?\" the man asked tentatively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Customer...\" Ollivander looked up, \"My deepest apologies, please wait a moment—I'll be right with you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He carried a dusty old box toward the counter, muttering under his breath:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Found it. I knew I wouldn't forget—after all, it's only been ten years...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What did you say?\" Silven asked, not catching it, then glanced at the open box in his hands. \"Is this what you've been searching for these two days?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Holly, Phoenix feather, eleven inches]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Status: Perfect]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Trait: Courage of Justice: Dark Magic -10%, Light Magic +10%]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Disarm: Disarming Charm +20%]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Twin: Identical cores have produced two completely different wands; when they meet, a magical change occurs.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven couldn't help raising an eyebrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had to admit, this wand was incredibly luxurious—even when brand new, it possessed three distinct traits, utterly outclassing ninety-nine percent of the wands in the shop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it had color, this holly wand would be at least Legendary Gold—a top-tier artifact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven felt a pang of envy, but he also knew clearly: only one person could use this wand—no one else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Out of sight, out of mind—he turned away and stopped looking at it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ollivander blinked, finding Silven's action oddly inexplicable, but he paid it no mind, immediately slipping into work mode.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh, hawthorn, eleven inches, dragon heartstring—yes, it's as if it were yesterday...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a pleasant transaction for both sides; ten minutes later, the young witch Hannah skipped out of the wand shop with her new wand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ollivander carefully recorded her name and wand specifications in a notebook—his long-standing habit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven's gaze settled on the box.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is that also a wand?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes,\" Ollivander looked up and replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What's special about it?\" Silven asked, puzzled. \"Why go all the way into storage to retrieve it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Special?... You could say that,\" Ollivander thought for a moment, then nodded. \"I have a feeling its owner is about to arrive.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked mysterious, his eyes gleaming with eager anticipation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven was about to ask more when a clear bell rang, cutting him off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound came from the bell hanging behind the door—someone had entered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No, Ron, we can't afford a new wand for you. I think Charlie's wand is fine.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fine?\" A boy's voice rose sharply as he gestured excitedly. \"Look—unicorn hair is sticking out...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A noisy family entered: at the front, a plump witch, followed by a tall, thin red-haired man and six children.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So many children, all with red hair—Silven instantly recognized them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Weasleys—only they couldn't afford a brand-new wand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But with so many people crowding in, the already small shop became instantly packed and cramped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We're a bit too many,\" the man beside them glanced around. \"Fred, George, could you two go to the secondhand bookshop and find Ron a set of first-year textbooks?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Happy to help, Father,\" came identical voices from two identical twins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They exchanged a glance, smirking mischievously, then dashed out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether they'd honestly go to the secondhand shop—Silven suspected they wouldn't.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The famous Weasley twins—how could they possibly do anything properly?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Dad, I want to go somewhere else too,\" said another child wearing horn-rimmed glasses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Of course, dear,\" the witch at the front turned. \"You can think about what gift you'd like.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I want a gift too...\" the youngest boy muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If you become a prefect too, Ron, I'll buy you a gift.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they spoke, they had reached the counter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good morning,\" Ollivander offered his standard professional smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Delighted to see you again, Molly Weasley, Arthur Weasley—how many times have we met now?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If I recall correctly, this is the sixth,\" Arthur stepped forward. \"And you've always correctly named the materials of my and Molly's wands—never once mistaken.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven noticed his grandfather's open mouth suddenly snapped shut, as if swallowing something unspoken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1071,"2026-06-20T04:03:11.805Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","cccc60d54dc98e0c514e6fb63b3e8c01fdcc9a4cd8889d8caada405340872588","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-3","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-1",149,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-cover.jpg"]