[{"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-68":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},2292320,4482,"Chapter 68: Dragon","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-68",68,"\u003Cp>Silven was troubled; last night he had slapped his forehead and made a bold decision—to build a new home for the poor fragment of Voldemort, one that could shield it from wind and rain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In other words, he wanted to turn this fragment of Voldemort into a wand core.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven knew this decision might be dangerous; a single misstep could land him serving lunch to Dementors, but what if it worked…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven had entertained this idea long ago—probably when he was seven, the first time he discovered he could craft wand cores from seemingly impossible materials, and then he thought of Voldemort, and one day, while basking in the sun after a full meal, another question arose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was Voldemort before his resurrection a wizard or a magical creature?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had merely been a idle thought to pass the time; Silven never expected to find an answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, suddenly, the chance to test his hypothesis had arrived—he held a fragment of Voldemort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who could resist that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides his skill and insight in crafting wand cores, Silven had another advantage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was a student at Hogwarts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, that identity—held by nearly every wizard—was now his greatest source of confidence and leverage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he failed, he would immediately confess to the Headmaster; Dumbledore surely wouldn’t let a first-year student be dragged off to Azkaban by Aurors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a bit shameless, but if it worked, it worked—even expulsion was better than becoming a neighbor to Dementors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, if he succeeded, he’d have found another way to destroy Voldemort—a contribution to the magical world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So after hesitating for a third of a second, Silven made his decision and began selecting a suitable wand shaft for the fragment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But once he began actual work, he realized this step was far more difficult than he’d imagined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He first wove a net from unicorn tail hair, suspended the fragment inside it midair, then arranged various wand shaft materials around it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next morning, he woke to find every single shaft—including the Whomping Willow—completely destroyed, either frozen solid or withered and corroded by the fragment’s influence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven was heartbroken; that was the last remaining piece of Whomping Willow branch, and though too short for a standard wand, its destruction still pained him deeply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fred and George had nearly been killed trying to get it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a result, while everyone else buzzed about Harry’s heroic deeds the next day, Silven sat alone, gloomy and silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone had leaked the full account of Harry’s battle with Quirrell in the underground chamber, and within a single night, the story spread through all of Hogwarts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even during yesterday’s Quidditch final, many spectators had ignored the match, instead passionately debating with friends how Harry had defeated Quirrell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one mentioned his earlier deduction of two hundred points anymore; people rushed to the hospital wing with gifts and sweets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Ron became a focal point—he repeated at least eight times a day how he’d won that chess game, and he never grew tired of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I just don’t get what’s so impressive about any of this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Ron launched into another grand retelling in the common room, Fred and George—recently discharged from the hospital—couldn’t help but walk over to Silven and say: “I’ve heard five versions already, each more exaggerated than the last, like those chess pieces were thirty feet tall.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mm-hmm…” Silven murmured noncommittally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What if I tried snake wood?” he thought, yet still couldn’t bring himself to decide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Voldemort claimed to be Slytherin’s heir; Slytherin’s wand was made of snake wood… from that perspective, the fragment and snake wood seemed perfectly matched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was only Silven’s speculation… snake wood was exceedingly rare, and unlike the Whomping Willow, which was right here at Hogwarts—even if hard to obtain, as long as he wasn’t expelled, he’d have chances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if he wasted snake wood, finding a second piece would be nearly impossible; the one he’d received was only twelve inches long, and even cutting off a sliver for testing required careful deliberation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And most importantly, snake wood might not withstand the fragment’s natural coldness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Maybe I should ask a ghost how to solve this?” Silven muttered under his breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You just said you wanted to ask a ghost what?” Fred asked, frowning at Silven’s muttering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, nothing,” Silven shook his head. “It’s just—when you pass through a ghost, you feel freezing cold, so I was wondering if there’s a way to fix that.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if recalling something, the Weasley brothers shuddered simultaneously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’d both once passed through a ghost during class; the sensation had been terrifying—like being plunged into the Black Lake on a snowy day, as if their blood would freeze solid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’d even invented a Cold Air Cloak because of it, but sales were abysmal—even in the hottest summer, wearing it made you shiver uncontrollably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t bother,” George said. “That’s just what ghosts are like. Even the Warmth Charm doesn’t work. The best solution is to hang a blazing fireplace around them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So they’d get warm?” Silven asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No,” Fred chuckled. “They’d just become way more noticeable. That way, you see them from afar and run away fast.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Noticeable… fireplace… wait.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven suddenly stood up, dashed past the Weasley brothers, and raced back to his dormitory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He suddenly remembered—he had his own “fireplace,” one that could be wrapped around a ghost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Found it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Five minutes later, Silven finally dug out from the very bottom of his trunk a specially preserved piece of wood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thousand-three-hundred-year-old Dragon’s Blood Wood—one of the gifts from his grandfather Garrick Ollivander before term began, which Silven had never dared to use.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Voldemort’s fragment’s uniqueness made it nearly impossible to find a wand shaft of matching affinity; so why not pair it with something utterly opposite to balance it out?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dragon’s Blood Wood, grown in dragon nests, had been nourished by dragonfire—naturally repulsive to ghosts, which was precisely why Silven had never taken it out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hogwarts had plenty of ghosts; if he carried this around, he’d become their public enemy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now he didn’t care anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First, a basic compatibility test: Silven snapped off a sliver of Dragon’s Blood Wood and placed it beside the netted Voldemort fragment; after a moment’s thought, he gritted his teeth and added half an inch of snake wood on the other side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Silven rubbed his hands and left the dormitory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If this still failed, he’d have to consider having the unicorn charge the fragment again, to try reducing the “Voldemort” content within it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1088,"2026-06-20T04:03:11.805Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","8277893c1b2a622815bf2a8c54f92db00310730b293716f8c6f6ac7fa01615e5","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-69","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-67",149,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-cover.jpg"]