[{"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-7":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},2292259,4482,"Chapter 7: Don","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-7",7,"\u003Cp>The Hogwarts Express, an old-fashioned steam locomotive, was slow and uncomfortable; its only advantage was allowing passengers to fully enjoy the scenery along the way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, all this was what Silven had heard from other wizards; as for how it truly was, he would find out soon enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven wasn’t early; many compartments were already full.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, near the rear of the train, he found an empty compartment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lucky.” Silven pulled out his wand, pointed it at his suitcase, and gave it a slight upward flick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wingardium Leviosa…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The suitcase rose in a peculiar, wobbling manner, struggled forward a short distance, and was finally shoved onto the luggage rack by Silven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It should be ~Levio—sah; your pronunciation and pause are wrong.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sudden voice startled Silven; a girl with brown hair pushed open the compartment door and walked straight in, sitting down opposite him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind her followed a timid, round-faced boy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hello, I’m Hermione Granger, and this is Neville Longbottom,” the girl said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hello, I’m Silven Ollivander,” Silven said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We were looking for seats and happened to see you casting the Levitation Charm,” Hermione rattled on without pause, “I tried it too, and it worked pretty well… I mean, I’ve memorized all of Standard Spellwork: Beginner, plus several extra reference books you bought—what about you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the end, her voice had grown louder, sounding rather haughty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I haven’t memorized anything, and I don’t think first-years need to waste time memorizing textbooks,” Silven replied bluntly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione froze, clearly not expecting such a response.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The atmosphere grew awkward; Neville desperately tried to say something to ease the tension but didn’t know what, pacing nervously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he clearly overthought it—neither Silven nor Hermione cared about this minor incident.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven didn’t care; Hermione was used to it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m alone here—if you don’t mind, we can share the compartment.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you,” Hermione said; she had no intention of leaving anyway, as the train was about to depart, and finding another empty compartment would be difficult.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After stowing his luggage, Silven pulled out a thick hardcover book and read intently by the window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside, parents seeing off students were noisy and bustling, but Silven paid no attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He read carefully, occasionally pulling out a stick and scraping it lightly with a small knife he carried.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At some point, the train had left the station, leaving fields of wheat and villages far behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the compartment did not grow quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The main reason was Hermione—since sitting down, her mouth had not stopped, telling Neville about every book she’d read and memorized over the holidays.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chattering away like a parrot flaunting its feathers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he’d known Hermione’s personality before, only now, experiencing it firsthand, did Silven realize she was genuinely a bit annoying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t understand why, over just a few basic spells, she could talk for two hours without tiring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse still was Neville—he kept nodding along, showing no sign of impatience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven had assumed they’d sit like this until Hogwarts, but he soon realized he was wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione’s attention turned back to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What book are you reading…” She seemed to have wanted to ask this for a while, leaning forward to peer at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Perhaps we could exchange ideas—I bought many extra reference books: Modern Magical History, The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts, Important Magical Events of the Twentieth Century—what’s yours…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Snap!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Hermione leaned in, Silven instinctively snapped shut the book, blocking her view.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This almost inhuman act caused Hermione’s expression to change for the first time—she looked plainly annoyed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t just read for free—I can lend you my books too…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, you misunderstand.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven quickly shook his head and explained: “Actually, this is a magical book—if you casually read its contents, it might cause you some trouble.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A magical… book?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From Hermione’s expression, she clearly didn’t believe him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could a book not be readable?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, she’d been to Diagon Alley’s bookshops—she could read any book there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s right,” Neville said, helping to explain, his voice quiet but his face serious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There are many books in the magical world you shouldn’t read carelessly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My grandmother told me someone once read a cursed book and afterward could only say one word per second—I don’t know if it’s true.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s true,” Silven said softly. “I’ve actually met that person.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You met him?” Hermione’s eyes widened, her voice rising sharply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She glanced from Silven to the book, then jerked backward, pressing tightly against the compartment wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t want to be able to say only one word per second—that was terrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re overthinking—it’s not that one,” Silven said, holding up the book and shaking it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cover showed two crossed wands, and the lettering was faded and blurred, clearly aged by long years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione could barely make out the word “Ollivander” on the wands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wait—Ollivander…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I remember!” she suddenly shouted, startling Neville.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Hermione didn’t notice; she stared at Silven. “I’ve seen you—in the wand shop. You were standing beside Mr. Ollivander.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re impressive—you even remember the wand seller’s name is Ollivander,” Silven said coolly. “If your memory were even better, you might recall my introduction just now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Remember? Silven Ollivander.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione’s face flushed again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Earlier, she’d been too focused on correcting his spell to pay attention to his name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course I remember… I just… didn’t think of it…” Hermione mumbled weakly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven didn’t press her further; he simply stretched his shoulders and neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those people hadn’t exaggerated—Hogwarts Express was terribly uncomfortable; the jolting made him uneasy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Across from him, Hermione kept staring, mouth open, as if wanting to say something but hesitating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this hesitation didn’t last long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Silven prepared to resume reading…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So… are you also a wand-maker?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven’s expression subtly shifted; he looked seriously at the two across from him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you don’t mind, I’d prefer you use a more formal term—wandmaker.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s the difference?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven didn’t answer immediately; after a pause, he said: “Think of it as the difference between a cat and a tabby.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1002,"2026-06-20T04:03:11.805Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","99d9a3b97798bebcad0b194c79f6d353c74713ac693dd04cb2eb06a981e7b01b","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-8","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-6",149,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-cover.jpg"]