[{"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-45":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},2292297,4482,"Chapter 45: Silven","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-45",45,"\u003Cp>Silven truly felt that staying at school for the holiday was an incredibly wise decision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was as if the troll itself knew it was Christmas, and gave him a small surprise before nightfall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fusion spell had lost its effect, meaning the troll’s spine had truly become a qualified wand core.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though it still looked a bit too large, it didn’t matter—Silven had already anticipated this and prepared a wand shaft over two feet long, perfectly matching the core.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d thought he’d need to adjust it again, but now he didn’t have to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Next came the actual crafting of the wand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was too late; at Hagrid’s insistence, Silven had to forcibly grip his restless hands and leave the cabin, glancing back every few steps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hagrid saw Silven out the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t mind Silven staying—after all, the sounds Silven made while crafting wands were quieter than Toots’s snores and couldn’t possibly disturb him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Professor McGonagall would check the dormitories at night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There hadn’t been such a rule before; this year was special, since two Weasleys were staying behind, and Professor McGonagall had to be extra vigilant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, seeing Silven’s reluctant expression, Hagrid hesitated and turned to glance inside the cabin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few minutes later, he pulled on his mole-skin coat and hurried out after him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dinner was turkey sandwiches with toasted bread and cranberry sauce—delicious, and everyone enjoyed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only Silven’s mind was full of his completed wand shaft and core; he paid no attention to what he ate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the staff table, Dumbledore twisted a brown wand in his hands, examining it repeatedly, while Professor McGonagall chuckled happily beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve tried it—it’s wonderful,” Professor McGonagall couldn’t help glancing at the dazed Silven. “Except that I can’t use it alongside my first wand, everything else is perfect—like a new hand.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are hair cores really that magical?” Dumbledore murmured in amazement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Technically, a wizard like Professor McGonagall no longer relied heavily on wands—even wandless magic was no challenge for her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet she had been delighted all day, and Dumbledore noticed she’d cast spells far more frequently than usual—even minor charms she’d normally performed without a wand now used Silven’s new gift.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s magical,” she said. “It feels like part of my body—even some simple spells don’t require incantations.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wandless spells?” Professor Flitwick asked. “That should be easy for you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s different,” Professor McGonagall shook her head. “It’s not about not speaking the incantation—it’s that when the thought forms in my mind, the magic is already complete.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Really?” Professor Flitwick’s eyes widened in astonishment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a dueling expert, he instantly understood what she meant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No incantation meant instantaneous casting—if Professor McGonagall dueled, she’d gain complete initiative, leaving no chance for her opponent to react.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for her claim that only simple spells could bypass incantations… Professor Flitwick ignored it entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even with the simplest Disarming Charm, he was confident he could overpower an opponent until the end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If I were to pay for one, would it offend Mr. Ollivander?” Professor Flitwick was tempted, but unsure of Silven’s feelings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mainly because he remembered young Garrick Ollivander and knew how stubborn the man had been—making wands only by mood and preference… until he took over the shop in Diagon Alley.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This…” Professor McGonagall hesitated, unable to answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would Silven feel offended? She didn’t know—she couldn’t say.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor McGonagall’s gaze dropped, unintentionally glancing at the top of Flitwick’s head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was common knowledge that Professor Flitwick had some goblin blood, and goblins typically had little to no hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps because of this, Flitwick’s hair looked… well, not exactly thick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wasn’t sure if it even met the core requirements, given that her own wand was nearly twelve inches long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the other side, Dumbledore quietly adjusted his spectacles—and happened to spot someone unexpected, peering cautiously at the entrance of the Great Hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hagrid?” Dumbledore exclaimed, walking over to bring him in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m glad you didn’t refuse my invitation to dinner—Christmas is meant to be shared,” Dumbledore smiled, gesturing to an empty seat beside him. “Have a seat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That seat had been Snape’s, but he hadn’t come tonight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hagrid felt uneasy—for reasons unknown, he’d once been expelled from Hogwarts by the Ministry for “negligent control of dangerous creatures,” his wand snapped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only Dumbledore believed in him—and gave him a job.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So normally, Hagrid avoided the castle entirely, let alone dining with professors—he didn’t want to cause Dumbledore trouble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d come tonight only to find Silven; he had no intention of staying for dinner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Dumbledore was too warm-hearted; by the time Hagrid realized it, he was already seated in Snape’s chair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What would you like? Turkey sandwich? I must admit, the house-elves roasted far too many turkeys,” Dumbledore joked half-seriously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hagrid naturally had no objections.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You should come more often—you’re part of Hogwarts too,” Dumbledore continued. “You’re entitled to dine here with everyone.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hagrid pretended not to hear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Again—he didn’t want to cause Dumbledore trouble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, he didn’t like crowded places. Wizards despised giants, and their attitude toward half-giants like him wasn’t much better; most young witches and wizards stared at him strangely, making him uncomfortable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, Silven and Harry and the others were different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hagrid sat beside Dumbledore and barely finished a tense dinner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment his plate vanished, he eagerly bid farewell to Dumbledore, rose, and as he passed Silven, shoved a brown paper bag into his arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is what you left at my place—don’t forget it again next time,” Hagrid said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven didn’t react at first, then looked up—Hagrid was winking at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hagrid was truly terrible at lying; that forced, over-explaining tone and awkward phrasing were obvious even to Harry sitting beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Hagrid gave them no time to ask questions—after handing over the bag, he walked straight out of the Great Hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven instinctively opened the bag—and a familiar white hue met his eyes…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s inside?” Ron leaned over curiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nothing,” Silven casually closed the bag. “I asked Hagrid for some rock cakes—I forgot to take them when I left.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Rock cakes…” Ron wrinkled his nose, as if recalling a bad memory. “They’re harder than stones—you actually went out of your way to ask for them?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah, yes, I highly recommend trying them—they’re delicious,” Silven said absentmindedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll pass,” Ron covered his mouth, instantly losing all interest in the bag.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1062,"2026-06-20T04:03:11.805Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","715af6fcb37f924c9c9dea4fda6aa0ad753e7669f359d276da01d7c41e2c0f0a","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-46","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-44",149,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-cover.jpg"]