[{"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-42":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},2292294,4482,"Chapter 42: Christmas","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-42",42,"\u003Cp>Harry had always believed he understood magic and the wizarding world well enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From owls that delivered letters, to Hagrid appearing at the seaside cottage, to Diagon Alley, Platform Nine and Three-Quarters, Hogwarts… Harry grew increasingly calm, convinced he was gradually familiar with everything in the magical world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now he suddenly felt he knew nothing about magic—not even how to recognize a wand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That was clearly a bat, right?” Harry asked Ron, bewildered, after Silven left the common room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a daze, he recalled what Silven had told him yesterday afternoon… “I haven’t finished a two-and-a-half-foot wand yet, but I can take a pre-order.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So this was it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry felt Silven wouldn’t joke about something like this; he tried to connect the words “foot” and “wand,” but he couldn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I bet Silven was just teasing us,” Ron said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike Harry, he knew more about magic; many of his beliefs had long solidified into common sense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To him, a wand should look exactly like the ones they used now—only differing in length. Everyone around him used them this way; there had never been an exception.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Ron never believed that two-foot-long bat was a wand; he assumed Silven was just messing with them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Want to play wizard chess?” Ron asked after finishing his last bite of roasted mushroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah, sure,” Harry said. His head was a mess—he needed something else to distract himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But Ron, I’ve never played wizard chess before.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No problem, I’ll teach you. It’s simple,” Ron said, pulling out a worn, battered old chessboard and demonstrating how to make the pieces move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like Muggle chess, but the pieces were alive and had their own thoughts—fascinating, like commanding an army in battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry quickly became obsessed with the game, but he was terrible at it; he always lost to Ron, until even his own queen could no longer bear it, swung her staff, and delivered a sharp whack to Harry’s fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ow…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry’s finger instantly turned bright red; tears welled up from the pain, but the queen beside him kept screaming curses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stupid, idiot, brainless mountain troll!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This must be the flaw of wizard chess—the pieces had terrible tempers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, Silven had arrived at Hagrid’s cabin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knocked, but heard no familiar booming voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No one home?” Silven waited a while longer; still no movement inside. He finally confirmed Hagrid was not there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Probably went to Hogsmeade for a drink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hagrid had a habit of visiting Hogsmeade for a drink; many professors did too. Today was the first day of school break, and it was snowing—a rare good day. Hagrid wouldn’t miss it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven, however, had made the trip for nothing—coming through the snow, now returning through it to the castle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d planned to finish the wand today; now he’d have to wait until tomorrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven didn’t choose to use a Locking Charm to enter, even though it was a trivial matter for him, even though Hagrid wouldn’t mind if he found out—he still didn’t do it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Christmas holiday had just begun; he wasn’t in a hurry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By afternoon…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course I’m in a hurry!” Harry paced back and forth in Silven’s dormitory, glancing out the window every few seconds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tomorrow’s Christmas, and I haven’t prepared anything. If Hedwig doesn’t come back, I’ll have to give Ron a bag of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavour Beans.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s fine,” Silven said. “But where did you get Bertie Bott’s Beans? Did you ask an older student to bring them from Hogsmeade?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, I bought them on the train,” Harry said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The train?” Silven blinked. “The Hogwarts Express?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes,” Harry nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You still haven’t finished the candy you bought at the start of term?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Because I don’t like the shoe polish flavor—I haven’t eaten any since.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re really generous to Ron,” Silven clicked his tongue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course… oh, no,” Harry nodded instinctively, then hastily corrected himself. “I didn’t mean to give Ron Bertie Bott’s Beans as a Christmas gift—I wanted to give him a wand!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I know. You don’t need to explain to me,” Silven waved his hand. “But if Hedwig doesn’t return, I can’t help it. You know the wand shop has little business except during the start of term.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You can’t expect my grandfather to sit all day in an empty shop doing nothing, can you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, of course not,” Harry quickly shook his head. “I’m just anxious. Ron really wants his own wand.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Relax,” Silven said. “Tomorrow’s Christmas—there’s still time. You should trust Hedwig.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed he could only trust Hedwig now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry waited until very late, tossing and turning in bed unable to sleep. He only wanted Hedwig to return before morning, bringing Ron a surprise, then they’d feast and enjoy themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry waited until dawn; Hedwig still hadn’t returned. He was too tired—his consciousness blurred, sinking into sleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next day, Christmas arrived as scheduled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven didn’t rise early; he got up at nine and began unwrapping the pile of packages beside his bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were quite a few gifts. Silven counted roughly—over a dozen, twice as many as last year.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes immediately went to the largest package.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thick brown paper, rough wrapping, and wild, sprawling handwriting—he didn’t even need to read the name; it was clearly from Hagrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside were many things, but the most striking was a small bundle of long, silvery unicorn tail hairs, each over fifteen inches long—the highest grade available.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven guessed even his grandfather Garrick Ollivander might never have seen so many premium-quality hairs at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wondered how long Hagrid had searched the Forbidden Forest to collect this bundle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides that, the brown paper parcel contained two pitch-black legs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hagrid had brought these to Silven before—eight-legged spider legs—but these were clearly longer than before; fully extended, they were at least ten feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No wonder the wrapping was so large… it wouldn’t fit otherwise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But a single leg ten feet long—hard to imagine how huge the creature must have been alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven continued rummaging through the rest when suddenly, from nearby, came Ron’s incoherent scream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh my god! A wand! Harry, you gave me a new wand… I’m so happy… is this really for me… this is the best Christmas gift I’ve ever received!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1038,"2026-06-20T04:03:11.805Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","f025362affb135e7969b70512ed6b6d796612ed9e0ca78d316b2ea78429d398e","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-43","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-41",149,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-cover.jpg"]