[{"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-63":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},2292315,4482,"Chapter 63: The Vengeful Three-Headed Dog","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-63",63,"\u003Cp>Although Silven didn’t join, the Weasley twins still sneaked off that night to find the Whomping Willow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then… there was no “and then”—they were found by Fang at dawn, fast asleep on the path between the Whomping Willow and the castle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One was upside down, head on the ground and body sprawled across the path; the other, five hundred meters away on the south side of the castle, was lying face-down with his legs dangling over a bush.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From these bizarre poses, it was obvious they didn’t actually enjoy sleeping outdoors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hagrid thought the same—he rushed over upon hearing Fang’s barks and carried them both to the hospital wing, one under each arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because it was still dark, few people knew about it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven only heard the news the next evening, from others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After dinner, when Silven went to visit them in the hospital wing, neither showed any embarrassment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I got knocked flying right away,” Fred even vividly recounted last night’s ordeal. “Not as painful as I expected, but the force was enormous—like being hit by a Bludger.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah, we were the Bludgers,” George shoved his head over to say. “No chance to resist at all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His injuries were worse than Fred’s—he’d broken several bones on the spot from the Whomping Willow’s blows, then broke his leg when he fell from the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Madam Pomfrey spent ten minutes resetting all his bones, then wrapped him head to toe in bandages.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bill will think you look adorable like this,” Fred said more than once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bill was the eldest Weasley child, a curse-breaker at Gringotts in Egypt, whose daily work involved dealing with mummies in pyramids.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Bill were to care for George, it would practically be a perfect match.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“By the way, hasn’t your brother come to see you?” Silven asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother? Who?” Fred blinked, confused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We only have a sister,” George said. “But Ginny won’t start until September this year.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What about Ron?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t know him,” they said in unison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Well, ever since they’d walked straight into McGonagall’s trap last time, they’d unilaterally denied any familial tie to Ron.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to them—there was no such a stupid child in the Weasley family; he must be an imposter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Percy, the tattletale, at least had good grades, and Fred and George had copied his notes often while doing homework.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven thought this was misplaced blame—after all, their own carelessness had played a major role in why they got caught that night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Fred and George refused to listen, insisting the root of all this was Ron telling Malfoy about their nighttime excursions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So Ron really didn’t come?” Silven asked again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Well, he just left before you got here,” George said. “Came with Harry and Hermione, but left right away.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are they planning to break more rules?” Fred suddenly asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What do you mean?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I can tell,” Fred put on a mysterious air. “They were distracted in the hospital wing, whispering to each other constantly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I didn’t catch much, just heard them mention Snape, Professor Quirrell… Oh wait—do you think they’re going to yank off Quirrell’s scarf?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Or maybe put that scarf on Snape’s head,” George’s eyes lit up. “Silven, you must know something… If we’re right, you have to tell Ron—he’s our dearest brother.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And make sure he waits for us—we’ll act together,” Fred added.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We want to see what’s under Quirrell’s scarf too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm… I’ll try,” Silven shrugged, noncommittal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a way, the Weasley twins were right—Harry and the others truly were after what was hidden under Quirrell’s scarf.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But no one would like that thing—better not even look at it, or you’d have nightmares.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why are you still here? Leave—they need rest!” Just then, Madam Pomfrey came over to shoo them out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was nothing to be done—Silven stood and headed toward the hospital wing’s exit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“By the way, if you’re looking for Ron, check the fourth floor,” Fred suddenly remembered and called out. “They mentioned that place several times while whispering.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Be quiet!” Madam Pomfrey shut the door irritably, blocking Silven outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside, the night was fully dark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven returned to the castle, planning to stop by the common room first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as he reached the fourth floor staircase, he suddenly heard furious growling—and equally furious curses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn beast… why isn’t it asleep!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the voices vanished—as if a door had slammed shut, muffling everything inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was that voice just now… Quirrell?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this time, this place—it must be Quirrell. But what did he mean by “isn’t asleep”…?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Driven by curiosity, Silven left the staircase and walked down the familiar corridor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Months ago, he’d blown out two of Fluffy’s teeth here—and left him a giant takeout meal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To most wizards, the suffocating stench of a troll was torture—but for a three-headed dog, it might well be “aromatic.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking this way, maybe it wouldn’t come out and bite him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, Silven wasn’t sure—he feared Fluffy held a grudge and dared not approach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fool! Idiot!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another voice came from behind the door—sharp, cold, nothing like Quirrell’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven’s wand, as if sensing a familiar presence, began trembling violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I know you’re eager, but don’t rush,” Silven gripped the wand tightly. “The key figure hasn’t arrived yet—if we go now, we’re just delivering ourselves.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under Silven’s calm, the wand quieted. He lifted his gaze again toward the door before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pool of blood was slowly seeping out from under the door…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wait—didn’t Quirrell trick Hagrid into revealing Fluffy’s weakness with a dragon egg? All you needed was music to pass safely—so why was there blood?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven’s expression turned complex.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had his earlier spell somehow cured Fluffy’s habit of falling asleep at music?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Quirrell just now… oh, I hope he’s alright. And I hope that Voldemort on the back of his head has some sense—if he’s stumped by a dog, that’s humiliating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Awooo… Woof… Whimper!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if catching the scent outside, the three-headed dog growled again—this time even more ferocious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I knew it…” Silven sighed wearily. Fluffy hadn’t forgotten him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Good thing it was trapped behind the door—as long as he stayed outside, he’d be fine…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boom!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A heavy, unnatural crash abruptly shattered Silven’s thoughts. He turned instinctively—and the sight before him nearly froze his blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The door… was open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the pitch-black corridor, three pairs of blood-red eyes stared straight at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse still, Silven clearly saw half a snapped chain still dangling from the dog’s neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“***!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that split second, instinct took over—Silven spun and ran without hesitation!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1085,"2026-06-20T04:03:11.805Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","194736ee5ca5482a7937980038d0524d65d70b1b0044ec6f790c472e7af36d4c","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-64","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-62",149,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-cover.jpg"]