[{"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-33":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},2292285,4482,"Chapter 33: Snape","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-33",33,"\u003Cp>After hastily bidding farewell to Hagrid, Silven picked up the package and hurried back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he passed the open ground before the castle, he saw Harry and the others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione was crafting a blue flame that could be contained in a bottle to keep them warm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blue Bell Flame Charm, a special magical flame that wouldn’t burn the skin—only feel warm—was one of the most commonly used spells among wizards for warmth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But “common” here meant adult wizards; very few first-years could master this spell. If Professor Flitwick had seen this, he’d surely have awarded Gryffindor five points.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hmm… yes, a professor had seen it—but not Flitwick. It was Snape. And he wasn’t watching her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s that in your hand, Potter?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s ‘Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them.’” Harry held it out for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Confiscated. Books from the library are not permitted outside the castle.” Snape snatched the book away. Judging by his demeanor, he must have been in a good mood—he didn’t deduct any points.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven walked past, intending to stay out of it, but Snape had gone too far.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stop, Ollivander. What do you have there?” Snape glided over like a giant bat, blocking Silven’s path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I bought something. The owl just delivered it.” Silven held up the brown paper bag.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snape pursed his lips, said nothing, and didn’t invent a rule on the spot to seize Silven’s belongings, as he had with Harry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was targeting Harry alone—not all of Gryffindor. A pity he hadn’t managed to dock a few points for some amusement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was indeed in a good mood today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But just as Snape was about to leave, he suddenly caught a familiar scent… the smell of blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a Potions master, he knew it intimately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, his gaze locked onto the brown paper bag in Silven’s hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Open it!” Snape stared at Silven with grim intensity. “Now. Immediately. Don’t make me say it again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven complied readily, swiftly untying the bag.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snape immediately leaned in to peer inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry and the others, whose book had just been confiscated, also crept closer, their faces filled with curiosity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then they saw it: several heart-shaped objects, the size of chicken eggs, dripping with blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Eugh~” Hermione was the first to cry out, clamping her mouth shut, her face pale. The other two weren’t much better—Ron was even worse, nearly vomiting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snape’s expression was equally grim—but not because of the bloody organs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a Potions master, he dealt with such things daily. Even the rat spleens and toad livers students used in class were measured in barrels. This was nothing to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snape was thinking of something else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearts were rarely used in Potions; they were almost always tied to Dark Magic—including many famous curses, whose components required hearts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Students studying Dark Magic had precedent at Hogwarts. He couldn’t help but grow tense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What is this?” Snape demanded sharply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The heart of a Redcap.” Silven replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why buy such a thing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Because I have a use for it,” Silven said, glancing at him. “The Hogwarts rules don’t forbid students from purchasing Redcap hearts.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snape’s expression stiffened. He coldly said, “There’s a new rule now. You’d better tell me the truth.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine. I’m using it to make wands.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Liar!” Snape’s gaze pierced him. “No one has ever used a Redcap heart as a wand core.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m sorry, Professor Snape, but I believe you’re mistaken…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Silven could speak, Harry stepped forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We saw Silven make a wand with a Redcap heart nerve as its core.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s right,” Ron also stepped forward. “I saw it too. So did Neville and Seamus.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their tone was firm—clearly not lying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This gave Snape pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He suddenly fixed his gaze on Harry’s eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since this was the truth, Harry wasn’t afraid of Snape. He met his stare without flinching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the next second, Harry instinctively lowered his head…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t know why, but just then he’d felt something deeply wrong—a strange thought, as if Snape could see straight into his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snape’s expression changed too. He looked at Silven as if observing a rare creature, muttering under his breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words were too quiet to catch, but one phrase was barely audible: “It’s actually true…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven twitched his lips… Snape had definitely used Legilimency on Harry. No doubt about it. He’d used it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a strange feeling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, Silven was the one who started this—he was the one who’d brought up the wand. Yet Snape had used Legilimency on Harry to verify his testimony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, Silven didn’t want to be subjected to Legilimency—no one did—but this blatant favoritism was glaring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then again, even if Snape had used Legilimency on him, he’d see nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a wizarding family that had endured for over two thousand years—and the only wandmaker family in Britain—the Ollivanders held too many secrets to lack memory-protection methods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, when Silven first opened the ancient, weathered book “Wands and Wizards” as a child, his memories had been sealed by a complex, dizzying magical array on the first page.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An array older than runes, a relic from Merlin’s era. The book itself was from that same time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It functioned like a free, enhanced version of Occlumency.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because not only was he immune to Legilimency—he was also immune to the Imperius Curse… provided it was cast by a normal wizard. Dumbledore, Tom Riddle, or Grindelwald were exceptions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, it was over a thousand years old, and no one had maintained it. Minor flaws were expected. At least against ninety-nine percent of wizards, Silven felt confident.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the other side, once Snape learned the “truth,” he quickly accepted that Silven could make wands from Redcap hearts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As always: wizards who dealt with wands were not normal. Anything strange they invented was acceptable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But acceptance didn’t mean the items stayed. A first-year student fiddling with bloody hearts in his dormitory was unacceptable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No more of this,” Snape snatched the bag. “From now on, you are forbidden from purchasing such items on school grounds.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then what am I supposed to do when I need them?” Silven protested, already feeling the loss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Redcap hearts weren’t expensive, but for Knockturn Alley wizards, delivering goods to Hogwarts was a risky transaction—requiring extra payment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This package had cost Silven a Galleon—enough for a whole dorm to eat snacks for three days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m a registered wandmaker with the Ministry. I have the right to create.” Silven argued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s not an excuse to trade directly with Dark wizards,” Snape replied coldly. “You can ask a professor.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ask you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven swore he’d only meant to provoke Snape, to needle him—but Snape paused, considered briefly, then nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1115,"2026-06-20T04:03:11.805Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","21c47fe05043f6d4541f5350a1449d372ecb8acfb96ebb64f30417e0c28bfb98","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-34","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-32",149,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-cover.jpg"]