[{"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-8":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},2292260,4482,"Chapter 8: A Wand That Is Completely Unsuitable","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-8",8,"\u003Cp>Hermione sat there puzzled, wondering why Silven cared so much about that term.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But seeing Silven’s serious expression, she said nothing, only nodded: “Alright, no problem.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was just a bit stubborn and self-righteous—not entirely devoid of emotional intelligence… though she had very little of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he didn’t like it, then she wouldn’t say it; after all, it was just a change of address, nothing complicated, far too simple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So, are you also a wandmaker?” Hermione asked again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven thought for a moment. “I can only count as half one right now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since Hermione was one of the future trio, Silven didn’t mind chatting with her a bit longer; besides, the train was too bumpy, and reading while jolted was unbearable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Tom, who never minded his surroundings, couldn’t take it anymore—he crawled out from between the two suitcases and lay dazed on the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven picked him up, stroked his fur, and continued: “Strictly speaking, I’m still an apprentice. Only after selling ten wands officially can I change my title to wandmaker.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So how many have you sold so far?” Hermione asked, though her eyes kept glancing at the cat in Silven’s arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No wonder he’d used a cat as an example earlier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And she hadn’t expected Silven’s pet to be just an ordinary mixed-breed cat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ordinary enough that calling it a stray would be perfectly reasonable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione rarely met anyone who kept such a stray cat; most of her acquaintances favored prettier purebreds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like short-haired cats or Persians.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven’s family made wands—surely they were rich.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So was this just a personal preference?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, she could never ask that aloud—it would be terribly impolite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Officially sold? One,” Silven said absentmindedly, scratching Tom under the chin. He had no idea what she was thinking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, that’s really not many,” Hermione blurted out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hm?” Silven stared at her, momentarily wondering whether she was clever or foolish. “Have you considered I’m only eleven?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At eleven, he hadn’t even started at magic school, yet he’d successfully crafted and sold a complete wand—didn’t she realize how extraordinary those words were?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…Well, it seemed she truly didn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Hermione’s blank expression, Silven rubbed his forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d almost forgotten—Hermione’s parents were Muggles; before this, she’d never encountered the magical world. Not knowing was normal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for Neville beside him… he didn’t count. Skip him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honestly… Merlin’s pants, he’d barely tried to play it cool and failed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven no longer wanted to chat with them, but Hermione clearly wasn’t letting him off so easily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d rarely met a wizard willing to talk to her, and she had so many questions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What about Neville?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t know anything. He didn’t count.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neville: …\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To make the conversation more interesting, Hermione pulled out her wand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That beautiful vine wood wand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Neville still didn’t understand what was happening, seeing Hermione mention wands, he pulled his out too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven glanced at it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Cherry wood, unicorn tail hair, eleven inches】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Status: Damaged】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Traits: Resistance: Spell effect -50%, spell success rate -50%, high probability of backfire.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven lifted his eyes and asked cautiously: “Your wand… wasn’t sold to you by Ollivander, was it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he thought it unlikely, he still felt he had to confirm—just in case Ollivander, blinded by greed, had sold Neville something like this, he’d need to fix it quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, it wasn’t.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Silven speak to him, Neville tensed up immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This… this is my… my father’s wand,” he mumbled, head bowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice was barely audible, his face flushed crimson.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both Silven and Hermione could tell he was resisting this topic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Silven didn’t press further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As long as it wasn’t sold by their family, that was fine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But out of a wandmaker’s sense of duty, he still offered a warning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I suggest you get a wand of your own. This one doesn’t suit you—you’ll find it very hard to use.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Going to school with a wand like this… thinking the curriculum’s too easy and giving yourself extra challenges?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But it’s my father’s wand,” Neville said, lifting his head—this time, he didn’t stutter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A wand isn’t clothing or shoes or Galleons. It doesn’t belong to whoever owned it before—it belongs to one person alone. At least, most wands do,” Silven shook his head and explained patiently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t just idle talk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fred and George were nearly identical—same appearance, same personality, practically indistinguishable twins, closer in some ways than father and son.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet their wands were completely different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fred’s was cornel wood, thirteen and three-quarters inches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>George’s was beech wood, thirteen and a half inches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aside from the standard unicorn tail hair core, everything else differed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neville lowered his head, wanting to argue with Silven but not knowing how.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His grandmother had told him he must become a source of pride for the Longbottom family, just like his father—and he must start by using his father’s wand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, he himself wanted to use this wand; only when holding it did he feel a faint illusion—as if his parents were still beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neville’s head sank lower, his face hidden from view, flushed red and pale by turns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t say that…” Hermione, overwhelmed with sympathy, spoke up to defend Neville.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s just a wand. I’ve never heard of any weapon that stops working when held by someone else. I think what matters most is learning spells.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve read The Analysis and Explanation of Spells and The Most Popular Spells of the Twentieth Century,” Hermione said earnestly, head held high. “They focus entirely on incantations and wrist movements—nowhere do they mention wands.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s because the authors never imagined someone would use a wand clearly unsuited to them…” Silven thought to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Choosing a wand suited to oneself was common knowledge in the magical world—no need to state it explicitly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just like Muggle books never begin by warning you that a nearsighted person shouldn’t wear reading glasses to read them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still… seeing their expressions, Silven held his tongue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One was a Muggle-born newcomer; the other was ruled by emotion, not reason. Saying more would only make him seem heartless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once they experienced magic firsthand at school, they’d understand just how vital a proper wand was to a wizard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1032,"2026-06-20T04:03:11.805Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","6de7173dacdcd267c2faee0247e6769c13406b5a1b1f6b43cc74f349c13c3927","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-9","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-7",149,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-cover.jpg"]