[{"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-79":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},2292331,4482,"Chapter 79: Borgin","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-79",79,"\u003Cp>Although he had always treated Borgin and Burkes as a landmark, Silven had never been here before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pushing open the door, he found the interior pitch-black, with occasional dim red glows flickering in the corners, pulsing faintly as he moved, making him deeply uneasy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air was thick with a decaying stench, sticky as spiderwebs; Silven raised his wand before him, and the sensation vanished instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come out.” Silven said, waving his wand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lumos Maxima!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The silver-white orb at the wand’s tip expanded tenfold, appearing above the shop like a miniature sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lumos Maxima was an upgraded version of the Lighting Charm, capable of illuminating larger spaces and dispelling weaker dark creatures and curses—it was one of the Aurors’ most common techniques.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if this spell was cast by Silven, and in a dark arts shop, the situation was entirely different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The [Sacred] and [Purifying] properties were pushed to their extreme, like pouring a pot of boiling water onto a frozen lake, as a continuous hissing echoed all around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A stack of bloodstained playing cards burst into flame out of thin air; the glass eyeballs beside them rapidly filled with bulging veins; bones on the counter cracked one after another with sharp snapping sounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the grotesque masks on the walls gradually twisted into expressions of agonized struggle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stop! Stop at once!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a clang, a metal statue beside the counter split cleanly in two, and a hunched, stooped man crawled out, staring at Silven with terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You…” Silven quickly adjusted his tone, “surprising, Mr. Borgin—you’re still alive?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Caractacus Borgin once again recalled the fleeting green light and the sensation of narrowly escaping death; his legs went weak, and cold sweat dripped steadily from his forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the owner of a dark arts shop, Borgin had long grown accustomed to dealing with the darkest figures in the magical world—outlaws, werewolves, vampires, poison dealers—all regulars here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had even maintained murky ties with former Death Eaters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But all these dangerous figures combined, appearing before him at once, could not match the chill that the previous spell had stirred in his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It could kill instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Borgin had seen the one whose name could not be spoken—not once, but many times; when he wished to kill two enemies, he had to utter “Avada Kedavra” twice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wait—did he just cast a spell?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed he did, but the voice felt oddly familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet before he could recall further, that strange Killing Curse—like it had eyes—spotted him hiding in the shadows and shot straight toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had he not been hiding inside a magical suit of armor, afraid of being discovered, the number of dead wizards today would have risen from six to seven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Silven also noticed a hole blown open in the metal statue—it must have absorbed the final Killing Curse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven found this unsurprising; by then, the Killing Curse’s beam had thinned to nearly a thread, so its deflection was hardly remarkable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Borgin seemed to have misunderstood something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was precisely the outcome Silven wanted—Borgin, as the local kingpin of Knockturn Alley, must know something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You know what I want to ask, don’t you?” Silven’s wand glowed brighter; the bloodstained playing cards could no longer hold out and turned to ash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My cursed cards! Fifteen Galleons!” Borgin whimpered, clutching his chest, heartbroken and breathless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stop, you boy of Ollivander!” The vanished Galleons seemed to dispel the fear of the Killing Curse; Borgin glared at Silven, his lips trembling, “This has nothing to do with me—don’t push too far!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nothing to do with you? Then explain why they chose to attack me right outside your shop?” Silven narrowed his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Borgin’s face turned ashen; he wanted to know that too—why had those lunatics targeted the space outside his shop?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had nearly died because of it!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything that happened tonight felt like a nightmare, and for a long time to come, he would likely wake screaming from the memory of that eerie, self-targeting Killing Curse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tell me what you know,” Silven said, no longer pressing hard; he switched the Lumos Maxima to a simple Lumos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s in it for me?” Borgin blurted out, his expression shifting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if he died here today, pierced through the chest by a Killing Curse, his principles would not change.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And as he gradually emerged from the shadow of the Killing Curse, another thought occurred to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The six dead wizards had appeared in Knockturn Alley only a month ago; such people were too common—no one would notice if they vanished suddenly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Borgin and Burkes connected to Knockturn Alley’s Floo Network, a position of critical importance; if he died, Knockturn Alley would descend into chaos, and the Ministry would certainly not stand idly by—Auror intervention would bring no benefit to this Ollivander boy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, Borgin and Burkes had operated in Knockturn Alley for decades—this was his territory; even if the opponent possessed unimaginable methods, he was no helpless lamb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Borgin subtly shifted one step to the left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Those six people outside…” Silven feigned not noticing his movement, pointing toward the door, “I’ll take only one item from each—the rest are yours. Deal?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Done!” Borgin said in a greasy tone, as if afraid Silven might change his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They’re Death Eaters—from North America.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm?” Silven’s expression didn’t change, “Why would Death Eaters come after me? Shouldn’t they be after Harry Potter?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“For wands,” Borgin hissed. “They’ve gathered a large number of werewolves.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven understood at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Werewolves transformed during the full moon; unlike Animagi, this involuntary transformation didn’t allow magic to coat clothing or wands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, most werewolves lost their wands through frequent transformations, couldn’t afford new ones, and dared not openly appear in Diagon Alley—forced to rely on brutal hand-to-hand combat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Providing wands to werewolves—what do they intend to do?” Silven asked, unable to suppress his curiosity. “Assassinate Dumbledore? Or Harry Potter?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t know,” Borgin said. “But you might recall what happened at Hogwarts last month.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What do you mean?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Gringotts vault robbery,” Borgin dropped his slick tone, “and Quirinus Quirrell’s strange behavior… sometimes even a mere suspicion is enough to drive some people mad.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, Borgin’s expression grew increasingly strange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He remembered whose voice that had been!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thirteen years ago, that same voice—like an inescapable curse—had haunted every British wizard’s mind, so much so they dared not speak the name, calling him only “You-Know-Who.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the answer was impossible to believe, memory never lied; the voice just now matched exactly what he remembered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Borgin glanced at Silven again, his thoughts shifting rapidly; his face changed again and again, his hunched frame sinking even lower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1117,"2026-06-20T04:03:11.805Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","6b3382c6906be0136ed0644216c67ed56cab16bc86582ef58bc76fecf863b718","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-80","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-78",149,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-cover.jpg"]