[{"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-47":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},2292299,4482,"Chapter 47: The Frenzied Wand","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-47",47,"\u003Cp>For a wand, the choice of core is crucial, but Silven found he had apparently chosen the wrong core.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This core, made from a troll’s spine, was not only incredibly hard but also abnormally sluggish in responding to magic, inheriting all the troll’s flaws, making the inlay process excruciatingly difficult and shockingly inefficient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to Silven’s original plan, he could have finished the wand in at most two days, leaving him ample time to complete the professor’s holiday homework.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now… the entire Christmas holiday had been consumed, and to avoid falling behind after term resumed, he had recently slept only two hours a day and eaten just one meal, and when exhaustion became unbearable, he went to the school infirmary to beg Madam Pomfrey for a Wakefulness Potion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even so, the core did not fully integrate into the wand shaft until the early hours of the first day of term.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, the previously separate parts of the wand fused into one, beginning to shake violently on the table, emitting a booming sound as loud as firecrackers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven instinctively stepped back, fearing it might explode.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the next second he realized something far more terrifying… it was one in the morning, when most people were sound asleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The booming noise woke everyone; they stormed out of their dorms, cursing loudly, each face twisted with unmasked fury, vowing to drag out the bastard who had shattered their dreams.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That wasn’t hard—the sound’s origin was unmistakable; everyone immediately locked onto Silven’s dorm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone stepped forward and knocked, shouting for Silven to stop making noise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Silven had no solution—he opened the dorm door and gestured for them to try it themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But no one entered; instead, everyone unconsciously took a step back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Are you kidding?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside, a two-foot-long, wrist-thick wooden rod spun like a windmill, and the sturdy desk had been reduced to splinters in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bed and bookshelf met the same fate—touch them and they shattered, brittle as freshly baked cornflakes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If that hit you, you’d be black and blue all over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Gulp…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A clear sound of swallowing echoed through the crowd; they all stepped back further, terrified the thing might burst out of the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven, too, was mixed in the crowd, inching backward… he was scared too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, Professor McGonagall arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wore a nightgown, clearly awakened by the noise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing a crowd gathered, she nearly went mad, “What on earth are you all doing? Trying to wake the entire castle?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone instantly distanced themselves from Silven—the message was clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor McGonagall naturally saw it too; she frowned, “Ollivander? What in Merlin’s name are you up to?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven said nothing, only led her to his dorm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Professor McGonagall fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re saying that… is a wand?” she pointed at the wild club inside, rubbing her eyes hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not a bat?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, it’s a wand. I just finished it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor McGonagall fell silent again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She kept trying to convince herself she had seen wrong, but failed—she knew she was fully awake, awake enough to see at a glance that the rod was at least two feet long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Professor McGonagall decided to disperse the crowd first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Back to your dorms!” she barked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though everyone was dying to know more, seeing Professor McGonagall’s stern face, they reluctantly returned to their rooms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some bolder ones pretended to close their doors, then peered through the cracks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor McGonagall ignored them, simply waved her wand sharply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something seemed to envelop Silven’s dorm; then, the booming sound vanished from the other dorms, and the castle fell silent once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You…” she glanced at Silven, “can you make that thing stop?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll try.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Professor McGonagall beside him, Silven gained a little courage—he stepped into the dorm, slowly extended his hand, and whispered a complex incantation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps it had grown tired from its wild spinning, the wand spun twice more, then thudded onto Silven’s hand… the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too heavy—he couldn’t hold it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor McGonagall’s pupils contracted sharply; her lips twitched involuntarily twice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This… was really a wand?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor McGonagall took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down, then said, “Twenty points from Gryffindor for your recklessness. Clean this up.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She hurried away down the corridor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By now, Professor McGonagall had no sleep left in her—she only wanted to know if this was normal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven, as the culprit, couldn’t be trusted to give a reliable account, and at his age, he probably couldn’t explain it anyway… but the Chairman of the International Wizarding Lianhe Society, who knew countless secrets, could.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Passing the common room, Professor McGonagall glanced at the clock… nearly two a.m.—hopefully the Headmaster hadn’t gone to bed yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Downstairs, the portrait of the Fat Lady opened and closed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No sooner had Professor McGonagall left than Fred and George crept over, staring at the wreckage of the dorm; both sucked in a sharp breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Looks like a gnome robbed Gringotts,” Fred said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Gnomes aren’t this destructive,” George said. “What did you even do?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t know how to explain it,” Silven said, pulling out his wand and pointing it at the pile of wood shards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Reparo!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh—it was a bed…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stop staring—come help,” Silven turned to them. There was too much to fix; even with magic, he’d need hours alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This… fine,” Fred and George shrugged, joining in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Together, the three restored the dorm to its original state in under half an hour.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After finishing, the Weasley twins prepared to leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Fred stepped forward and patted Silven’s shoulder. “I think you need time to think.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“About how to explain to the Headmaster why you demolished your dorm tomorrow,” George said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They chuckled as they left the dorm, also shooing away others lingering at the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only now did Silven finally look at the wand still lying on the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Oak, Troll Spine, 32 and a half inches]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Status: Perfect]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Trait: Backfire: Spells rebound onto the caster (Trolls are stupid—they always hurt themselves.)]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Sluggish: Records the wizard’s first spell cast; thereafter, no matter what incantation or gesture is used, all magic automatically transforms into the originally recorded spell (Trolls’ brains can hold only one spell—the spine is the same.)]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Ironhide: Defensive spell effectiveness increased by 30%]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1040,"2026-06-20T04:03:11.805Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","a8e88a0168603a77364b5025dcbfc31d76d84e2092407ebd87c570cdf718c1cd","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-48","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-46",149,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-cover.jpg"]