[{"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-29":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},2292281,4482,"Chapter 29: The Three-Headed Dog, Luwei","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-29",29,"\u003Cp>After parting ways with the Weasley brothers, the Halloween feast was nearly ready to begin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this hour, professors and students were all in the Great Hall; not a soul could be seen outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven turned toward the stairs, but as he passed the entrance to the dungeons, he faintly heard a muffled sound and a faint, foul odor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, the troll had been released—he had to move quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without hesitation, Silven immediately quickened his pace and sprinted upstairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His movements were swift, and the stairs cooperated perfectly; he reached the third floor with almost no effort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Meow!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn it, it’s you again, you stupid cat—get out, get out right now!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, a chorus of cat yowls and Filch’s furious shouts suddenly erupted from upstairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sounds grew fainter and vanished at the end of the corridor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven seized the opportunity and rushed to the fourth floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, he encountered no obstacles; he reached the locked door with ease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He drew his wand and tapped the lock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alohomora!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No reaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Well, this was exactly what Silven had anticipated… a door guarded by Professor McGonagall in her Animagus form wouldn’t be so easily opened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven decisively sheathed his wand and pulled from another pocket a green, branch-like object.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Tree-Boa, taken from Hagrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a wandmaker, Silven had learned since childhood how to deal with these little creatures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After paying the price of two earth toads, the Tree-Boa slithered into the keyhole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Click. The door opened, and Silven exhaled in relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, Dumbledore probably hadn’t expected anyone to reach this far—only a simple anti-lock charm had been cast. Had he been more cautious, Silven would have failed entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven yanked the door open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he had prepared himself mentally, when he finally saw the three-headed dog—ten feet tall, like a full-grown elephant—he felt his legs go weak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three pairs of darting, vicious eyes locked onto him at once; three drooling maws opened simultaneously, saliva like sticky ropes dripping from yellowed fangs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Startled by Silven’s sudden intrusion, the dog didn’t charge immediately—but the next second, all three heads let out ear-splitting roars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without hesitation, Silven pulled out the item he’d bought from the Weasley twins, tore off the coarse leather wrapping, and revealed a crudely made toy inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was indeed a toy—Baruffio the Bizarre, somewhat like a Muggle music box. Though not as famous as The Tales of Beedle the Bard, it was still one of the childhood memories of young wizards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the wrapping gone, “Baruffio” immediately began playing its harp with cheerful energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment the clear notes sounded, the barking ceased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dog’s eyes drooped; it swayed unsteadily, then collapsed with a thud, fast asleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at the dog, now lying like a small mountain, Silven steadied himself and gathered courage to step forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he drew closer, he could still feel the dog’s hot, foul breath—disgusting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven held his breath, circled behind the dog, and grabbed its tail with both hands, yanking hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dog suddenly shuddered—Silven’s heart leapt into his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, it didn’t wake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven patted his chest, mustered his courage, and tugged at several more spots.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pulled away the longest hairs from the dog’s lower back, front legs, and heads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dog remained asleep; gradually, Silven’s courage grew. He reached toward the dog’s wide-open mouth and gripped a tooth nearly three inches long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This thing couldn’t possibly be pulled out—Silven had another plan, but he had only one chance; he had to prepare in advance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First, open the door to create an escape route; then take the toy and erase all traces of his presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After completing these steps, Silven pulled from his pocket a wand—a half-finished one, with only a narrow gap left unsealed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Forgive me, Luwei. I’ll make it up to you later.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven silently apologized, shoved the wand into the tooth gap, and completed the final assembly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wand exploded, followed by the three-headed dog’s agonized howl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the dog had thick skin and tough flesh, a blast pressed right against its face—especially inside its mouth, unprotected by fur—was unbearable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several teeth were instantly blown loose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven snatched them with lightning speed, pushed off hard with his feet, and sprinted out the door without looking back—slamming and locking it in one fluid motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Listening to the roars inside and feeling the lingering warmth on the back of his neck, Silven felt a surge of relief, leaning against the door as he gasped for breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cherrywood, Redcap nerve… what a fiery combination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the process had been perilous, look at the gains—everything was worth it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven opened his hands: in each palm, he held a dog’s tooth, nearly the size of his palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An unexpected bonus—mainly because the explosion had been far louder than he’d expected, causing both teeth to fly loose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No wonder Luwei’s howl had been so agonizing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven felt a twinge of guilt. He’d have to visit the school kitchen later and bring some meat as compensation—though he wasn’t sure if guarding this door included meals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that was for later. The commotion had already spread—he had to leave this place before the professors arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Silven looked up…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honestly, he wanted to curse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the other end of the corridor stood a troll, nearly twelve feet tall, motionless—and accompanied by a powerful stench.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d been too tense, focused entirely on the other side of the door; he hadn’t noticed the smell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But why was the troll here…? Oh, right—in Quirrell’s plan, the troll’s original target had always been the fourth floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without Harry and Ron to block it, it had simply walked straight here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Realizing this, Silven wanted to curse even more—and worse, the troll’s ugly little eyes had just spotted him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without hesitation, the troll instinctively lumbered toward him, raising its wooden club.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A troll ahead, the three-headed dog’s chamber behind—Silven was trapped in the middle, watching the troll’s sprinting speed increase.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fighting head-on… was impossible. Not only could he not win, but the sheer impact of a twelve-foot behemoth charging at him would crush him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No time to think. Silven gritted his teeth, slammed his palm against the keyhole, and shouted:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Open it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, the Tree-Boa was still inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It too had seen the charging troll, frozen in terror—but at Silven’s shout, it snapped back to life, its survival instinct flaring. It unlocked the door faster than before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven yanked the door open, snatched the pointed hat hanging from his robe, and raised his wand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wingardium Leviosa!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hat flew upward, landing perfectly over the troll’s eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blinded, the troll panicked, instinctively trying to stop—but a twelve-foot giant couldn’t halt on a dime.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead of stopping, it stumbled forward, its massive, clumsy body lurching headlong—right into the open doorway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1136,"2026-06-20T04:03:11.805Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","c067674971c08b89b50b3d93640d27c31fb0407a4b63f07b72d228f6570e5df5","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-30","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-28",149,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-cover.jpg"]