[{"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-65":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},2292317,4482,"Chapter 65","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-65",65,"\u003Cp>Silven followed behind Dumbledore, the two of them walking in silence through the night-shrouded grounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hagrid did not follow; he believed that since Dumbledore had returned to the school, there was nothing to worry about, and the thief coveting the Philosopher’s Stone would be dealt with soon enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was needed more at Fluffy’s side—poor little thing must be in so much pain—Hagrid’s heart clenched again and again, and tears welled up once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All because of that shameless, despicable thief—once Professor Dumbledore caught him, he would make sure to give him a proper beating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While Hagrid tended to Fluffy, Dumbledore and Silven had already entered the castle and stopped in the entrance hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The castle was in utter chaos from the three-headed dog: twisted, warped staircases hung suspended in midair, trembling and on the verge of collapse; broken marble railings lay scattered everywhere; the portraits on the walls screamed in panic, scrambling frantically into safer frames.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The professors, alerted by the commotion, all emerged—Professor McGonagall was the first to approach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I know everything, Minerva,” Dumbledore said before she could speak. “Were any students injured?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thankfully, none,” Professor McGonagall replied, her tone sharp. “I’ve always said putting a three-headed dog inside the castle was asking for trouble. At least no students were caught in this mess.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Actually, there was one,” Dumbledore said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?” Professor McGonagall tensed instantly, her voice trembling. “Who? What’s their condition?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They should be fine—or you can ask them yourself,” Dumbledore said, stepping slightly aside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then did Professor McGonagall notice Silven behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ollivander? You… how?” Her face darkened. “Why aren’t you in your dormitory at this hour?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I didn’t sneak out—I can prove it with Madam Pomfrey!” Silven hurried to say. He glanced at Dumbledore, who showed no urgency, so he decided to explain patiently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I went to visit Fred and George. On my way back, I suddenly heard noise from the fourth floor…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven recounted the entire sequence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides Professor McGonagall, Dumbledore listened intently as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I must thank you, Mr. Ollivander,” he said solemnly. “You lured the three-headed dog out of the castle and assisted Hagrid in subduing it, preventing a far greater disaster.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But it was far too dangerous—he’s only in first year,” Professor McGonagall said sternly. “When facing a large beast, the stupidest thing you can do is run into open space. You should have used the castle’s layout to wait for professorial support.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I just happened to see Hagrid at the time,” Silven said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor McGonagall’s expression softened slightly, and another thought occurred to her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You said someone entered the room on the fourth floor? Who was it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t know,” Silven shook his head. “I didn’t see him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Professor McGonagall! Headmaster Dumbledore!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a scream came from afar—two more figures ran over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Granger? Weasley?” Professor McGonagall nearly choked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not two more Gryffindors again?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Headmaster, Harry… he…” Ron gasped for breath, pointing frantically upstairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Harry went to track him down, is that right?” Dumbledore asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both nodded vigorously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore immediately sprinted toward the fourth floor; Silven hurried after him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor McGonagall was still speaking with the other two and didn’t notice Silven’s subtle move—allowing him to successfully follow Dumbledore up to the fourth-floor corridor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most of the railings and staircases damaged by the three-headed dog had been repaired, but the door still lay on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When they arrived, Professor Flitwick was about to leap through the trapdoor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Leave it to us, Filius,” Dumbledore said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Professor Flitwick looked slightly disappointed but nodded and stepped away from the trapdoor, continuing to repair the railings and walls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why don’t you go down first?” Dumbledore extended his hand in a gesture of invitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven immediately leapt through the trapdoor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The passage was long; cold, damp air rushed past his ears. His descent slowed, his body grew light—as if something were supporting him from behind—until he landed gently on the ground, like a feather.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside him was a massive tangle of vines, thick tendrils gently writhing like a dozen entwined octopuses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strange—he had passed right through the plant without feeling a thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Devil’s Snare,” Dumbledore appeared beside him. “I’m sure you could handle this small problem, but we’re pressed for time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come on, follow me—this time I’ll lead.” Dumbledore quickened his pace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They pushed open the next door, revealing a room filled with countless birds, each glowing like precious gems, darting about in flight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These birds were all keys—but only one could unlock the door across the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Dumbledore made no effort to search; he walked straight to the opposite side, pulled out a key, and unlocked the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Filius just gave me this,” he said, smiling as he held up a large key. “Hurry up.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Next came the enormous magical chessboard, but when they entered, the pieces had not yet fully recovered from their damaged state.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How lucky—I’ve never been good at wizard’s chess,” Dumbledore said, speeding through the room again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They reached another door—behind it lay Quirrell’s trial.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But inside was not the troll Silven expected, only several red hats, all motionless, sprawled haphazardly on the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, Dumbledore said nothing and walked straight through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pulled open the next door; as soon as they crossed the threshold, purple flames erupted behind them, while black flames surged forward at the entrance ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do we need to solve a riddle?” Silven glanced at the long table and the bottles arranged upon it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was Snape’s trial—only by drinking the correct potion could one pass through the flames.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The correct steps are indeed those, but as I’ve always said—we’re running out of time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Dumbledore’s hand, a wand had appeared—without warning, he flicked it lightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black flames instantly split apart, leaving a wide, clear passage in the center.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven did not notice this miraculous act—his gaze was locked firmly on Dumbledore’s hand holding the wand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Laurel wood, dragon heartstring, thirteen and a quarter inches]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Status: Broken, Stagnant]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Properties: Spell range -10%; Magic concentration speed -10%; Fire magic effect +3%]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1005,"2026-06-20T04:03:11.805Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","cdcb45314fbccdc69e24ac2c72accd6fdc02b02ff52e62b58ab9aa0bc21b72d9","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-66","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-64",149,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-cover.jpg"]