[{"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-56":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},2292308,4482,"Chapter 56: The Forgotten Dragon","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-56",56,"\u003Cp>Soon, Professor Sprout arrived, her face flushed with anger—everyone had never seen this usually gentle professor so furious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is too much…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your Gryffindors are going too far!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven and the Weasley brothers hunched their shoulders, trying to make themselves as inconspicuous as possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But her second remark was clearly aimed at Professor McGonagall, who instinctively looked guilty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, her words weren’t idle speculation—they came from experience; more than ten years ago, a student had done exactly this, and coincidentally, it was also a Gryffindor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back then, the Whomping Willow had only just been planted and was far less aggressive than it was now, so seeing the branch in Silven’s hand, she couldn’t help feeling a pang of dread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Punishment must be given!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor McGonagall’s face hardened again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing her expression, and noting that the Whomping Willow had not damaged its main trunk, Professor Sprout said nothing more; she glanced at Silven and the Weasley brothers, then hurried away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You—” Professor McGonagall was about to speak again, but was cut off by a harsh shout.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come here at once, don’t dawdle—you’re not getting out of this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice came from the staircase.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Filch, followed by three slumped, listless students.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry, Ron, Hermione…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Professor McGonagall, I caught three students out of bed after hours,” Filch said excitedly, completely oblivious to McGonagall’s near-fainting expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This night had been too much for her—eight students out after hours, seven of them Gryffindors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor McGonagall felt the world spin; she swayed a few steps before regaining her balance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you, Filch.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After dismissing Filch, Professor McGonagall turned and took a deep breath. “You four—come with me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She couldn’t bear to stay here another moment, fearing two more Gryffindors might appear at any second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So she led them to the second-floor study, her usual place for reading and magazines—effectively her second office.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the door was shut, she stared coldly at the three newcomers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now, explain yourselves…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Professor, they’ve got a dragon!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the three could speak, the only Slytherin present, Malfoy, blurted out: “They’re illegally keeping a dragon, and planned to send it off tonight—to a Charlie Weasley.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Absolute nonsense!” Professor McGonagall snapped. “A dragon… how dare you make up such a lie.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I didn’t—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You may go now,” McGonagall cut him off. “I’ll inform Snape. Let’s see how he deals with you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go back to your dormitory—now!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malfoy clearly resented it, but dared not defy McGonagall; he opened the door with a grumble and left—so much as slamming it, he didn’t dare; he closed it gently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now it’s your turn,” Professor McGonagall said, her voice weary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You concocted a whole lie about a dragon to trick Draco Malfoy out of bed—you must’ve found it hilarious—and then Longbottom heard it and believed it too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All three turned to look at Neville.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I—I was looking for you…” Neville blurted. “I wanted to warn you—I heard Malfoy say he was coming to catch you…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Enough!” Professor McGonagall snapped. Neville fell silent at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m furious—a whole night, seven students awake. I’ve never heard of such a thing. You… never mind.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor McGonagall looked from Hermione to Harry to Silven, as if about to say something, then wearily waved her hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Detention—you’ll all serve detention. And fifty points deducted from each—” She stopped abruptly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor McGonagall did a quick calculation: if she imposed her original penalty, Gryffindor would have no chance left of winning the House Cup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Two hundred,” she said. “Gryffindor will lose two hundred points because of you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Two hundred?” Harry gasped, as if suffocating—suddenly from first to last, they’d become pariahs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The others felt the same; even Fred and George, who were always losing points, looked utterly bewildered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>None of them had ever heard of someone losing two hundred points at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for Silven, he had stood frozen since the deduction began.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Professor… please…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You can’t…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t tell me what I can or can’t do. Now, get back to your dormitory. I’ve never been more ashamed of Gryffindor students than I am right now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The group left in a daze, but Silven remained standing, as if stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor McGonagall could tell he wasn’t pretending; for a moment, she felt a pang of sympathy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d clearly been led astray by the Weasley twins—just never imagined the consequences would be this severe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But regardless, he had broken school rules by sneaking out at night—he must be punished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, Silven didn’t even remember how the Weasley twins and Harry dragged him back to the dorm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mind held only one thought—Harry and the others were sending off a dragon tonight…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After hearing Neville’s words, he finally remembered what he’d forgotten.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dragon!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Quirrell had deliberately lost a card game to Hagrid, winning a dragon egg in return—and then tricked him into revealing how to get past Fluffy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hagrid had placed that dragon egg in the fireplace to hatch—it was a rare Norwegian Ridgeback.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It should have been during the Easter holidays, but back then, Silven had been entirely focused on the Whomping Willow wand, and had completely forgotten the whole thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh!” Silven groaned involuntarily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now he remembered—everything. But the Norwegian Ridgeback had already been sent away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every time he thought of it, Silven felt his heart bleed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had been a whole, living Norwegian Ridgeback.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Silven knew deep down Hagrid would never give him the dragon as a wand core, what if…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What if the Norwegian Ridgeback had spare scales, dragon sinew, dragon heartstring—or even just dragonfire, one of the best ways to cure Whomping Willow wood?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh, speaking of the Whomping Willow—all the branches Silven had picked up tonight had been confiscated by Professor McGonagall, not a single one left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It hurt even more!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry’s dorm seemed awake too—Silven could clearly hear Neville’s sniffles and Ron’s complaints.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s all because of that damn tree! Professor Sprout’s been guarding it outside all night—we could’ve written to Charlie ten days ago!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1003,"2026-06-20T04:03:11.805Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","fe2012c2517675445aa53a151c9290ae2a79b52e7f33fa7ae6bf6f9e5fb87c4c","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-57","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-55",149,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-cover.jpg"]