[{"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-38":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},2292290,4482,"Chapter 38: Prejudice","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-38",38,"\u003Cp>This Quidditch match was far from smooth—it was plagued by numerous problems, and Harry nearly got thrown off his new broom from thirty feet in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the match ended, he desperately wanted to find a place where he could speak freely and discuss matters, so after a brief celebration, he went with Ron and Hermione to Hagrid’s hut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the safest place he could think of.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry stepped forward and knocked on the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the past, Hagrid always opened the door immediately when he arrived, but this time they waited a long while, and there was no sound from inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not even Fang’s barking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nobody home?” Harry frowned and glanced at the window, but the curtains blocked his view.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That doesn’t make sense—I clearly saw Hagrid come back,” Ron said, stepping forward to peer through the keyhole. “I wouldn’t mistake Hagrid for anyone else, would I?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Maybe he and Fang went back into the Forbidden Forest,” Hermione said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But just then, the wooden door creaked open from within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hagrid!” Harry looked up in surprise. “I thought you weren’t home.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah, something came up—I couldn’t leave,” Hagrid said, sounding uneasy. “Come in, warm yourselves up.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three didn’t suspect anything and hurried inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was indeed cold outside in November—the wind cut like knives—but the room with its burning stove was cozy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, they saw the other guest inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Silven…” Harry exclaimed. “What are you doing here?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“As you can see,” Silven pointed to the massive stick on the floor. “Crafting.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then did Harry notice Silven holding a saw, and wood shavings scattered across the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t quite understand, but didn’t ask further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three exchanged silent glances. Ron had been about to say something, but quickly changed the subject, starting to talk about the recent weather.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry and Hermione followed along.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With no preparation, they were forcing conversation—from weather to homework to Quidditch, each topic more awkward than the last.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, Hagrid would murmur in agreement, but soon he fell silent, and the atmosphere grew increasingly tense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione frowned. Since arriving, she’d noticed Hagrid seemed nervous, his eyes constantly drifting in one direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sometimes, mid-sentence, he’d unconsciously turn his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She quietly memorized his movements and glanced in that direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But all she saw was a burning fireplace and an old sheet hanging on the wall—nothing else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strange—what was there to be nervous about?… Hermione didn’t understand, thinking she might have misread the spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the hut was small; she scanned every corner and found nothing amiss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If anything had to be called odd… perhaps Silven himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t gone to the match, and he was the only Gryffindor student she knew who hadn’t attended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One could say he had no interest in Quidditch—there were plenty like him, including herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d gone to the match only to cheer for Harry—or perhaps for her own house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, Hogwarts rarely hosted such lively, large-scale events; it was a rare chance, and joining the crowd was far more fun than staying alone in the cold, empty castle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Silven hadn’t gone—not because he had something important to do, but just to carve wood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven and Harry were friends, weren’t they? To skip a friend’s match just to carve wood… Hermione found it hard to understand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Hagrid’s strange behavior was equally troubling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her gaze shifted between Silven and Hagrid, but she saw nothing conclusive—it was an unbearable feeling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then there was Ron’s ill-timed voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hermione, don’t you think…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We can trust Silven,” Hermione snapped, not knowing what Ron was even asking. “Just get to the point—no need to hide anything.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We, we do trust him,” Ron said, his tone stiff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you talking about?” Hagrid set down pine-needle tea before them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Someone tried to harm Harry during the Quidditch match,” Hermione said. “He nearly fell off his broom!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It was Snape,” Ron said, no longer hesitating. “Hermione and I saw him—chanting a spell on your broom, muttering under his breath, eyes locked on you the whole time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nonsense,” Hagrid dismissed Ron’s claim outright. “Why would Snape do something like that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We don’t know, but we really saw it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Perhaps he was casting a counter-charm,” Silven spoke up for the first time. “After all, you must keep your eyes fixed on the target when undoing a spell.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Silven?” Ron turned, incredulous. “How can you—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t misunderstand—I’m not defending Snape. I’m merely offering another possibility,” Silven cut in. “You may not believe it, but given the circumstances, it’s not impossible.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry and Ron said nothing. Hermione stared at her teacup, deep in thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You two talk. I’m leaving,” Silven stood, pointing to the now noticeably thinner stick. “Hagrid, may I take this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sure, take it,” Hagrid agreed without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was just a piece of wood—giving it to Silven didn’t matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you,” Silven said, levitating the stick with a spell as he passed over the three and left the hut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether Snape meant to harm Harry or save him didn’t matter—Harry already had his answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Prejudice in the heart is a mountain, and Harry’s prejudice against Snape was a whole range of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under these circumstances, even if Silven told him the truth now, he wouldn’t believe it—even if the culprit confessed outright, Harry would still harbor doubts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, that was Snape’s own doing. Anyone else would have snapped long ago after what he’d done; the fact Harry hadn’t cut ties with him yet was already a sign of weakness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After returning the stick to his dormitory, Silven went to the Great Hall for lunch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not long after, Harry and the others returned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether because of their earlier conversation in the hut or not, they didn’t sit beside Silven as usual—they kept their distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Silven understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For an eleven-year-old wizard, his earlier words were no different from outright betrayal; it was natural they couldn’t grasp it right away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, Silven didn’t care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was busy every day—classes, homework, plus after-hours work at Hagrid’s hut refining wand cores, smoothing and carving the wand shafts with runes. He had no time to notice Harry’s moods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1027,"2026-06-20T04:03:11.805Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","be1955d2d3b5a9604868ebc327eef76b38ccfe22886716cece0e4b65ab7c417e","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-39","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-37",149,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-cover.jpg"]