[{"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-48":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},2292300,4482,"Chapter 48: Dumbledore","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-48",48,"\u003Cp>This wand, which took ten full days to craft, truly gave Silven the feeling of riding a roller coaster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After seeing the [Recoil] trait, Silven’s vision went black—he nearly fainted from rage; a wand that would 100% “explode in the hand” would make him a laughingstock among wandmakers if word got out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t even simple “explosion”—it returned the backlash to the user, completely closing every loophole, even if you held it upside down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for the second trait, [Dullness]… if not for [Recoil], Silven would have been ecstatic—it meant he could cast Avada Kedavra using a Lumos-style motion, enabling true area-of-effect firepower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alone, it was easily the most overpowered wand trait Silven had ever seen—not just golden legendary, but rainbow-colored with special effects.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But sadly, paired with [Recoil], every offensive spell became unusable, its utility instantly plummeting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise, you’d just be hitting yourself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this point, the wand was already half-failed—until the final trait, [Iron Shield], appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Defense spell effectiveness +30%—just as described, simple, brutal, and powerful, instantly restoring the wand to its peak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though to a wizard seeking raw power, this effect certainly couldn’t match [Dullness] alone, viewed from another angle, it was nearly equal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That is the ultimate auxiliary ability.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven squinted, quickly thinking of a crucial spell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Iron Shield spell—the same name as the third trait—and enhanced by 30%.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under [Dullness], the wizard using this wand didn’t need to consider incantations, gestures, or any other factors—just mindlessly channel magic into the wand to instantly refresh a new layer of Iron Shield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And [Recoil] ensured the Iron Shield remained stable, preventing misfires due to panic, mistakes, or enemy interference from landing on others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Also, Silven remembered this spell was inherently self-targeted—whether it could trigger [Recoil] to produce double Iron Shield remained unknown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beyond these, the wand had an unmarked hidden trait, which he tentatively named [Durability].\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hard oak wood combined with an entire troll’s spine made the wand’s weight astonishing—holding it felt like gripping a solid steel plate of the same size.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And from the wreckage of his dormitory earlier, he could easily imagine the consequences of being struck by it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Probably something like—Stunning Spell (physical version)?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven slapped his face, forcing himself to calm down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He suddenly realized he couldn’t use this wand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First, it was too heavy—he could never chase anyone down with it, and after a while, he’d exhaust himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Second, his strength was limited; he couldn’t possibly unleash its true killing potential.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But someone else could—someone who was a perfect match.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hagrid, a half-giant!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The giant’s immense strength allowed him to lift this heavy wand effortlessly, while his half-blood heritage granted him magical ability.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven raised an eyebrow—he’d just found Hagrid’s Christmas gift.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And with Hagrid’s eleven-foot height, the wand’s length was perfect for him; moreover, half-giants naturally possessed magical resistance far exceeding that of wizards—adding another layer of defense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wait!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven suddenly thought of something, sitting bolt upright—then quickly shook his head in disappointment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What was he thinking? The half-giant’s innate talent wasn’t magic—how could it possibly count under [Iron Shield]?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even so, it was terrifying enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Imagine this: on a chaotic battlefield, a half-giant who nearly ignored magic, wielding a wand that cast Avada Kedavra, charging toward you at seventy miles per hour…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just picturing it gave him nightmares.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven shuddered involuntarily, momentarily hesitating whether to give it to Hagrid at all—what if one day he got impulsive and decided to tear down the Ministry?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could Aurors even stop him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven sat on his bed, lost in thought, until his eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and he fell asleep without realizing it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Silven woke the next day, it was nearly noon—he rubbed his forehead, blinking groggily at the time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next instant, he snapped fully awake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was late… or rather, class would end in twenty minutes!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damn it—this was the worst thing about a single dorm: no one would wake him for class.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven frantically pulled on his clothes and shoes, yanked open the door, and bolted out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good morning, Mr. Ollivander.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A gentle voice made Silven freeze—was he still dreaming?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He must still be asleep—how else could he see Dumbledore behind his door?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I can confirm you’re awake,” Dumbledore chuckled. “Would you care for tea? Your antics woke me up after only one hour of sleep last night.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? But Headmaster, I have class,” Silven said instinctively. “I’m already late.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No need to worry,” Dumbledore said. “I took the liberty of excusing you from Professor Flitwick’s class—it seems fate arranged it perfectly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...Alright then.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you. Oh, don’t forget to bring that magical wand.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since Dumbledore said so, Silven said nothing more—he returned to his dorm, picked up the wand, and followed him out of the Gryffindor common room to the headmaster’s office two corridors away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was Silven’s first time in the headmaster’s office. He tossed the wand onto the desk, gasped for breath, and curiously scanned the room’s furnishings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After looking around, what interested him most were the silver objects on the desk, steaming with white mist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I like to put Dreamless Sleep Draught in them at night—it helps me fall asleep quickly. Right now, they’re just ordinary stimulants, sent by Madam Pomfrey from the hospital wing, said to prevent the flu,” Dumbledore said. “May I see that wand?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course.” Silven nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you.” Dumbledore walked to the desk, placed his hand on the wand, and pulled hard…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For some reason, his motion paused briefly—then his fingers twitched slightly, and the wand floated steadily into the air, stopping before Dumbledore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching Dumbledore’s move, Silven smacked his forehead in frustration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damn it—he’d forgotten the Levitation Charm… he had other wands—why did he carry this thing all the way here?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the other side, Dumbledore stared at the wand for a moment, murmuring, “Indeed, it’s a wand—remarkable ability.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s nothing,” Silven shook his head. “The magical world has many wonders—I heard there’s a famous Auror now who can transform into any form without Polyjuice Potion.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah, I know who you mean,” Dumbledore said. “Nymphadora Tonks—the only Metamorphmagus in five centuries. A truly enviable talent.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But you’re no slouch either,” Dumbledore lifted his head, his blue eyes peering through his spectacles at Silven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I heard the core of this wand is an entire troll’s spine—is that correct?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1055,"2026-06-20T04:03:11.805Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","417313704b4cd61cb48b2532d1c539410a00cf7f06ba02307bafdb1d2dc920e9","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-49","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-47",149,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-cover.jpg"]