[{"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-23":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},2292275,4482,"Chapter 23: Professor McGonagall and the Flying Broom","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-23",23,"\u003Cp>The progress on the hair wand was far from smooth, primarily because Silven struggled to find a shaft that matched McGonagall’s hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wizard’s personal traits are too distinct—they instinctively reject anything they dislike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oak, grapevine, beechwood… these past few days, Silven had tested every material he carried, none of which worked, and he accidentally snapped two strands of hair in the process.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This left Silven in low spirits for several days, wondering whether he should wait until the weekend to visit Hagrid and ask him to take him into the Forbidden Forest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Silven, lost in thought, passed through the common room, Harry and Ron suddenly stepped forward and blocked his path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, Silven, what’s wrong with you? You’ve been dragging around all day,” Harry finally couldn’t hold back and asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah,” Hermione walked over too: “You’ve been late three times already—twenty points deducted from Gryffindor…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why are you saying that?” Ron shot her a glare, then turned back to Silven: “We just want to know what’s wrong—maybe we can help.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah, nothing.” Silven rubbed his face; he realized he’d been overly fixated these past two days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Turning a wizard’s hair into a wand isn’t that simple—how could it possibly be done in just a day or two?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sorry.” Silven forced himself to snap out of it. “Oh, I’ll find a way to make up the lost points.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That doesn’t matter—even if you weren’t late, Snape would find a way to dock points anyway.” Ron glared at Hermione again; she turned her head away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the way, Silven was late to Potions yesterday and got fifteen points deducted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s the next class?” Silven asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Flying,” Harry said, drawing a chorus of groans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What, you don’t like Flying class?” Silven asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, we just don’t want to take it with Slytherin,” Ron pointed to a notice pasted on the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Gryffindor first-years, report to the field in front of the castle at 3:30 p.m. Thursday to learn broom flight alongside Slytherin students—Rolanda Hooch】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No wonder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gryffindor and Slytherin despise each other—they start arguing the moment they meet. They only endure sharing Potions class, but now they had to share Flying too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There’s nothing we can do—the school’s schedule can’t be changed,” Silven said. “Just pretend they don’t exist.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s all we can do,” Harry said gloomily. “But if I make a fool of myself on a broom in front of Malfoy, I’m sure he won’t pretend not to see.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven said nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry’s worry was clearly unnecessary—but he didn’t know it, and even if you told him, he wouldn’t believe it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven had little interest in brooms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because flying requires one hand to steady the broom, leaving the other free to wield a wand—something that made him feel deeply insecure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So normally, Silven preferred standing firmly on the ground—unless he could ride his wand through the air…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hmm?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wait.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven stared at the wand Hooch had placed beside his feet, then blinked suddenly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This broom’s shaft… looks awfully like a giant wand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The more he looked, the more it resembled one—the length and thickness ratio matched a wand’s standard perfectly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without thinking, Silven reached out, wanting to examine it more closely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thought flashed through his mind—and the broom on the ground leapt instantly into his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Perfect demonstration—I couldn’t have done better myself,” Hooch called out loudly. “Two points to Gryffindor. Still, next time, raise your hand before demonstrating. This time, I’ll let it slide.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven didn’t hear a word Hooch said—he was entirely focused on the broom’s shaft.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perfect… though the surface was slightly rough, there were no cracks—meaning the interior was undamaged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven pulled out his wand and tapped it lightly against the shaft.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The broom handle unrolled like a rolled-up sheet of paper, peeling apart into a dozen thin wooden slivers in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven picked up one sliver and examined its grain closely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fir wood—and the finest grade, judging by its condition, roughly a hundred years old.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had been well-maintained too; stripping away the outer rough layer revealed smooth, fine inner wood, as if meticulously polished with wax.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honestly, Silven’s act of dismantling the broom without a word wasn’t permitted—but no one around him tried to stop him, not even Hooch, who acted as if she saw nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…Well, she truly hadn’t seen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because everyone’s eyes were fixed on the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps because Silven had reminded him to be careful before class, Neville was unusually tense—and later, he misheard Hooch’s command and shot straight up on his broom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He crashed headfirst into the opposite wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hooch had already taken him to the hospital wing; now Harry and Malfoy were fighting over the memory ball Neville had accidentally dropped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone was watching them fly—no one noticed Silven had taken his broom apart piece by piece.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, ten minutes later, McGonagall hurried over from the castle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Falling from that height… how could you… All right, Potter, come with me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And, Ollivander, destroying brooms is forbidden—two points deducted from Gryffindor. If you don’t repair it before the next class, I’ll deduct twenty!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one answered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mr. Ollivander, are you listening to me?” McGonagall’s voice grew sharp, her spectacles glinting with anger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione punched Silven hard in the arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Put the broom back together—right now!” McGonagall repeated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he hadn’t paid attention to what had just happened, Silven could guess enough—he nodded immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>McGonagall’s expression softened slightly; she led the dejected Harry away from the field.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re too reckless,” Hermione couldn’t help saying. “Why destroy the school’s broom?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, I didn’t destroy it,” Silven said, pulling another wand from his pocket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After his earlier observation, he was certain this broom shaft met all requirements for a wand core—no modifications needed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He just didn’t know whether it bore magical runes; he hadn’t had time to check closely. If it didn’t, he might truly be able to ride a “wand” through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven stood the wand upright, preparing to repair the broom first—deal with McGonagall, then think further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the motion caused a strand of hair hanging from the wand to swing loose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hair floated midair, then drifted gently down, landing perfectly against one of the wooden slivers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hair McGonagall had given him—he’d carelessly tucked it into his pocket after earlier failed experiments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now the hair clung tightly to the cut surface of the wood, seamless and unyielding—even when Silven shook it hard, it wouldn’t budge, as if glued in place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This…” Silven tugged at his lip, a sense of absurdity rising in him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d found the matching shaft material… no, the hair had found it itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>McGonagall’s hair… and the broom, symbol of Quidditch…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Well, that made perfect sense!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1116,"2026-06-20T04:03:11.805Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","2318259bd5a524c20f57d0b3fa746adacb7cfdb1261e423e5ee4e5a4aa519004","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-24","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-22",149,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-cover.jpg"]