[{"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-67":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},2292319,4482,"Chapter 67: Voldemort","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-67",67,"\u003Cp>Before Dumbledore emerged, the unicorn had already returned to the wand, so he saw nothing of what had transpired there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only thing that puzzled him was Voldemort’s recent cry of agony—more pitiful even than when Quirrell had turned to ash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What exactly had happened here… Dumbledore glanced at Silven stuffing bottles into his pocket, hesitated a moment, then asked nothing, only told him to take Harry to the infirmary later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Actually, nettle wine isn’t bad either,” Dumbledore added.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No more room,” Silven said, feigning calm, while unconsciously touching the pocket of his robe where the wand lay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Somehow, a thin layer of frost had formed around his pocket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, his school robe was dark, and Dumbledore seemed not to have noticed this subtle change.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Silven had understood another thing from his demeanor—he was now certain the three bottles contained no poison, just pure false advertising.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it didn’t matter; the only use of the thing now was to block his pocket, and perhaps later he could repurpose it, trade it in Knockturn Alley for some gold—after all, if discovered, it would only damage Snape’s own reputation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s time to return,” Dumbledore said, pointing his wand backward; a stretcher floated out steadily, with the unconscious Harry lying upon it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then I leave Harry in your care,” Dumbledore said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Silven desperately wanted to know what was on the unicorn’s horn, Dumbledore had spoken—he couldn’t refuse, so he nodded in agreement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Dumbledore transported them back to the fourth-floor corridor—faster than before; Silven hadn’t moved at all, only felt a blur before his eyes, and when he opened them again, he stood atop the trapdoor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Apparition? Or a Portkey? Silven glanced at the stretcher beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he quickly shook his head, dismissing both guesses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First, Dumbledore hadn’t touched him beforehand, so it couldn’t be Side-Along Apparition; second, he hadn’t felt the dragging sensation unique to Portkeys.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could it be Fawkes?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven instinctively searched the surroundings for Fawkes, but accidentally noticed the trapdoor beneath his feet had vanished, replaced by a solid floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could this be? He’d clearly seen it just moments ago…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A bold suspicion suddenly struck him—had he never moved at all, and had all the trial rooms simply disappeared?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hogwarts is a very magical place—even I cannot claim to know all its secrets.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore now appeared on the other side, speaking softly: “I suggest you take some Dreamless Sleep Potion too—it will let you sleep well tonight.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced at Silven once more, then hurried away down the corridor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven stood there staring at the floor for a while, and only after confirming no trace of the trapdoor remained did he push Harry toward the infirmary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the way, he saw Professor Flitwick soothing the portraits, and Professor McGonagall just restoring the staircase to its original state; Hermione and Ron were absent—likely sent back to their dormitory by McGonagall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon seeing the unconscious Harry, Madam Pomfrey grew anxious, immediately laying him on a bed and carefully scanning him with her wand; she quickly determined he had collapsed from extreme exhaustion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve never seen this in school,” Madam Pomfrey exclaimed. “His strength and spirit are utterly drained—did he fight Death Eaters for three days and nights?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven shrugged, saying nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It hadn’t been three days and nights, but he had indeed fought Death Eaters—and their leader.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, Madam Pomfrey showed no intention of probing further; she immediately gave Harry two different potions, then hurried off to prepare a third.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Silven… Silven…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No sooner had Madam Pomfrey left than Fred and George in the same ward asked: “What happened to Harry?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And Ron—he was brought here too, but McGonagall told us nothing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ron?” Silven now noticed another bed in the room, its curtains drawn, from which faint, intermittent snores drifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That must be Ron.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He didn’t tell you?” Silven asked, puzzled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron must have been brought here while delivering the message, when he and Dumbledore were still in the entrance hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t believe Fred and George had asked nothing during all that time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t mention it,” Fred grumbled. “Madam Pomfrey was always here—we had to pretend to sleep.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And just when she finally left, that idiot Ron fell asleep!” George growled, his bandaged body trembling slightly—he was clearly furious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Well, they went up to the fourth floor and went through the trials,” Silven said casually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What trials?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I knew there’d be something amazing there!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Weasley brothers’ eyes lit up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before Silven could say more, Madam Pomfrey returned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No loud talking—it disturbs others’ rest,” she glared at Silven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you have anything else?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, nothing, Madam Pomfrey,” Silven said, then immediately turned and left, ignoring Fred and George’s protests.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Weasley brothers were stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their curiosity had just been sparked—and that was it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s not how you treat people. Not how you treat wizards!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if you told us half, or a third…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too bad Silven couldn’t hear their silent screams—he firmly left the infirmary, not out of spite toward the Weasley brothers, but because he truly had other matters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And they were important.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you two don’t sleep… I’ll pull the curtains… and no more visitors…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Madam Pomfrey’s scolding faded into silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven returned to the castle, this time without stopping, rushing as fast as he could to the eighth floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The common room lights were on; when he entered, Hermione was apologizing to Neville for using the petrification spell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Poor Neville—he’d lain on the floor so long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Silven, Hermione leapt up from her chair and fired off questions:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Silven, were you with Professor Dumbledore? How is Harry? What about the Philosopher’s Stone?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Harry’s fine—he’s already in the infirmary,” Silven said. “Sorry, Hermione, I’m exhausted. Can we talk tomorrow?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Hermione could answer, Silven went upstairs, returned to his dormitory, and immediately turned to lock the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only after doing so did he discard the potion bottles and carefully withdraw his wand, Silvermane.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike before, the wand’s surface now bore a faint gray mist, and when held, it felt icy cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Silvermane Starfall.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The unicorn reappeared; as soon as it formed, it vigorously shook its head, trying to dislodge the “dirty thing” hanging from its horn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait, don’t move yet…” Silven soothed the agitated unicorn, but his eyes never left the gray mist, his heartbeat quickening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Voldemort screamed so pitifully for a reason—this thing was ripped straight from his body by the unicorn…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was this loot?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Voldemort’s Fragment?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1078,"2026-06-20T04:03:11.805Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","397c6b42d0f4e79fc14cea693ca2ce4d929e8d2c69c882a26967d6225551b59d","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-68","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-66",149,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-cover.jpg"]