[{"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-21":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},2292273,4482,"Chapter 21: The Circular Wand: Giving the Professor a Little Shock","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-21",21,"\u003Cp>Half an hour later, Dumbledore left the Great Hall from the staff table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven watched him, unconsciously recalling that utterly illogical Repairing Charm—unfortunately, he saw no information about wands on Dumbledore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps he doesn’t carry it with him, or perhaps the Elder Wand is special.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snape also left the Great Hall, then Professor Flitwick, Professor McGonagall…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Here, Silven suddenly stood up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Silven, what’s wrong?” Harry and Ron beside him were startled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nothing, I just remembered something.” Silven said casually, then turned and ran out of the Great Hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s he going to do?” Ron looked at Harry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How should I know?” Harry said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Really… utterly bizarre.” Ron muttered, grabbing a chicken leg and shoving it into his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t finished eating yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the other side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven, having run out of the Great Hall, quickened his pace and caught up with Professor McGonagall before she reached the stairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mr. Ollivander?” Professor McGonagall looked at Silven in surprise. “What do you want? Not again about changing dorms?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No.” Silven shook his head. After a moment’s thought, he said: “Forgive me, Professor McGonagall—this may sound impolite, but could you give me a few hairs?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My hair?” Professor McGonagall instinctively frowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This request had already gone beyond impoliteness—it was extremely outrageous; a wizard with a short temper might even draw their wand on the spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the magical world, a single hair could do many things: most commonly, Polyjuice Potion, or various messy curses and dark magic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What do you want it for?” Perhaps because of Silven’s status, or perhaps because of his age, Professor McGonagall did not refuse outright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wand.” Silven said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wand?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, precisely—the wand core.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor McGonagall fell silent for a long time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How to put it? She had never heard such an absurd request before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet even now, she still did not refuse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come to my office, Mr. Ollivander—if you’ve finished eating.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course.” Silven said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor McGonagall turned and climbed the stairs; Silven followed closely behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lowest flight of stairs began to rotate upward, and soon they appeared on the second-floor corridor. But it didn’t stop—the stairs kept turning, ascending floor by floor, and Silven barely walked at all before being carried to the eighth floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hurry up, what are you thinking about?” Professor McGonagall reminded him, pulling Silven back to reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“These stairs…” Silven said, “why do they keep moving around after we go up? Several times I nearly reached the classroom, only to be sent back to the eighth floor without noticing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I had the same experience when I was a student.” Professor McGonagall said. “We’re here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She pushed open a door at the end of the corridor and stepped inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor McGonagall’s office matched her personality: simple, clean, with no unnecessary decorations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside stood a spacious desk, neatly arranged with students’ assignments, ink, and quills; beside the fireplace, shelves were filled with books and magazines on Transfiguration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So, Mr. Ollivander.” Professor McGonagall walked behind the desk and looked up at Silven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t question your research or knowledge of wands, but I’ve never heard that a wizard’s hair can be used as a wand core.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s just an idea of mine.” Silven explained. “The inspiration came from the French Delacour family.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Delacour?” Professor McGonagall said. “Apolline Delacour?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes. A wizarding family with Veela blood.” Silven said. “Three years ago, my grandfather crafted a special wand for the Delacours, with Veela hair as the core.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“According to the description in ‘Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them,’ untransformed Veela are nearly identical in appearance to wizards.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If Veela hair can be used for wand cores, why not a wizard’s?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor McGonagall looked at the radiant Silven; she had intended to say something, but after a pause, she chose a less cutting tone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But as far as I know, no one—not even your grandfather—has ever turned a wizard’s hair into a wand core.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She hoped this would dissuade Silven, make him abandon this fanciful notion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Silven didn’t care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It hasn’t been done before—that doesn’t mean I can’t do it. I can show you the wand I made.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor McGonagall was about to speak when she saw Silven pull out a… bamboo ring?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor McGonagall wasn’t sure what it was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although Silven called it a wand, how could a wand be circular?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“African bamboo, core: brain of a five-footed beast, thirteen inches.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor McGonagall’s eyelid twitched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This bamboo ring is a wand?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it doesn’t even have a tip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing that Professor McGonagall still didn’t believe him, Silven casually flicked his wrist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lumos!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he spoke, a white glow lit up above the bamboo joint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor McGonagall’s eyes widened—but she hadn’t expected this to be just the beginning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next second, the bamboo joint to the left and the one to the right also lit up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now Professor McGonagall could no longer sit still; she leapt to her feet, so abruptly that she knocked over the ink bottle on the desk…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Three spells…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor McGonagall hadn’t been this unsettled in years—but a wand emitting three spells at once? This was unthinkable, even shattering her understanding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“As you see.” Silven said. “Each segment of African bamboo is independent and unsuitable for standard-length wands—until, by accident, I discovered that the brain of a five-footed beast can connect them in another way, like this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, by the way, it can also do this.” Silven flicked his wrist again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Reparo.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spilled ink bottle returned to the desk; the spilled ink floated back inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now the bamboo ring showed only two glowing white spots.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So this wand can cast three different spells?” Professor McGonagall was even more astonished, momentarily ignoring that Silven had said “brain of a five-footed beast” instead of the more reasonable “nerve tissue.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Theoretically, yes.” Silven said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Theoretically?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Because it requires extremely precise magical control.” Silven shrugged. “Honestly, right now I can only manage Lumos and Reparo simultaneously—anything more complex won’t work.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Professor McGonagall quickly calmed down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course—using three different spells at once couldn’t possibly be that simple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And upon closer thought, the three Lumos lights had been oddly sized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the side segments lit up, the central light had shrunk slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even so, it was astonishing enough—Silven was only in first year; he would surely grow stronger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or perhaps… if Dumbledore held this wand…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1057,"2026-06-20T04:03:11.805Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","26738675eb36ea26803f1d1a547a03311a8d217e3e1880d9a3dc033e9ace6cbc","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-22","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-20",149,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-cover.jpg"]