[{"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-82":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},2292334,4482,"Chapter 82: Gilderoy Lothar","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-82",82,"\u003Cp>“Yes, I’m also a fan of Mr. Lothar’s books—I absolutely love ‘Travelling with Vampires’; I’m so envious of his experiences.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What, making stickers of Mr. Lothar? Of course I’ve considered it. In fact, I’m planning a series of stickers featuring great wizards, but I’ve been undecided.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m torn between using Headmaster Dumbledore or Mr. Lothar as the first representative wizard.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within a single day, a conversation from Ollivander’s Wand Shop spread rapidly throughout Diagon Alley and reached Gilderoy Lothar at Flourish and Blotts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During a signing break, he approached the owner of Flourish and Blotts and asked casually, “Silven Ollivander—isn’t that a perceptive child? But his name… is it the Ollivander I’m thinking of?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, the wandmaker Ollivander.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The owner of Flourish and Blotts was a middle-aged witch in her forties; upon hearing Silven’s name, she said, “That boy has lived in Diagon Alley since he was very young—Garrick Ollivander is his grandfather. I never expected he’d be one of your fans.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m equally surprised, though of course, it was to be expected.” Gilderoy Lothar flashed his eight gleaming white teeth. “Another young wizard captivated by my adventures—what a delightful nuisance, wouldn’t you say?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lothar flicked his golden hair and, before the owner could catch her breath, asked curiously, “But what exactly is this wand sticker he mentioned?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This one.” The owner pulled out her wand and pointed to its tip, where a lifelike sphinx lazily rubbed against the shaft.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s just a decoration. Compared to the old plain wands, this change is wonderful—like having a pet you carry everywhere. It lifts your mood immensely.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But you have to replace it every so often, or the sticker stops moving.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lothar stared at the sticker, lost in thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a long while, he asked, “Are many people buying these?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Many,” the owner said. “They’re only two sickles each—most can afford them. Lately, there’s been a queue outside Ollivander’s Wand Shop every day.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So everyone can see the sticker anytime?” Lothar’s eyes lit up like two bright lanterns as something occurred to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, I suppose so.” The witch nodded, then glanced toward the doorway. “Mr. Lothar, there are more fans outside—shouldn’t we…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah, yes, break’s over.” Lothar stood, flashing his signature dazzling smile, and strode back into the bookstore hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The original bookshelves had been moved aside, replaced by a dozen large posters of Gilderoy Lothar. Lothar himself sat on a circular platform in the center, signing books for every wizard who came by.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lines formed outside Flourish and Blotts, and lines formed outside Ollivander’s Wand Shop. Wizards gathered eagerly, all with bright futures ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At half past three in the afternoon, the signing ended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s fine—there’ll be other chances.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lothar looked at those who had arrived too late and offered his trademark smile. “Ladies and gentlemen, good news: tomorrow I’ll be signing my autobiography, ‘The Magical Me,’ right here, until half past four. This is your perfect opportunity to get Gilderoy Lothar’s autograph!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cheers erupted from the crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gilderoy Lothar retreated into Flourish and Blotts, curled his front golden hair with his fingers, and studied himself in the mirror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Such enthusiasm—should I hold more signing events?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A male wizard who had just entered heard him and his already weary face darkened further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three and a half hours of signing, with a one-and-a-half-hour break, plus his slow, deliberately elegant signature pace—how could the line outside not stretch endlessly?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet he’d genuinely shouted “Don’t crowd!” for three hours outside… those mad witches—this job was pure torture. He hoped no more signings would ever be held again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Lothar didn’t know what the clerk was thinking. Seeing him, Lothar was pleased and pulled a sealed envelope from his pocket, its gold-embossed cursive script gleaming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Could you please deliver this to the wand shop… Silven Ollivander? That’s his name, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lothar left through the back door, leaving the male wizard standing there cursing under his breath—but since Lothar was now a key customer, the clerk had no choice but to join the queue outside the wand shop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Afternoon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m truly sorry, Mr. Lothar,” Silven hurried over. “So many wizards queued for the stickers—I couldn’t leave. I couldn’t make it sooner.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No problem. I completely understand this kind of happy trouble.” Lothar’s smile remained as warm as spring sunshine—as if he’d waited three minutes, not three hours.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I now have to spend five hours a day replying to letters—snowflakes falling from my admirers.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s because Mr. Lothar is truly outstanding,” Silven said. “By the way, I’m going to buy another set of your books.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Another?” Lothar caught the odd phrasing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hogwarts has made your books required reading,” Silven said. “I already own a set, but they’re all signed—I wouldn’t dare take them to the chaotic school environment.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lothar’s grin widened, barely holding back his eight-tooth smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No need to buy—I’ll give you my complete collection, including ‘The Magical Me,’ which goes on sale tomorrow. All signed, of course.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wow, really?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course,” Lothar said. “A small gift from a future professor to an outstanding student.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honestly, flattering Lothar was far easier—and far more profitable—than charming a young witch. A few words saved him thirty-five Galleons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for whether Silven actually owned Lothar’s complete signed collection… of course he didn’t. Why waste Galleons on such nonsense?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Lothar didn’t know that—not everyone had a grandfather who remembered every customer’s name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, what he’d just said was interesting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You mentioned… professor?” Silven asked, the question he most wanted to hear, as Lothar waited expectantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Those butterbeers ruined my secret,” Lothar sighed. “But since you know—yes, this September, I’ll be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, really? That’s wonderful!” Silven said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was genuinely delighted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gilderoy Lothar’s value wasn’t just thirty-five Galleons. Silven welcomed this professor with open arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Keep it secret,” Lothar warned. “I want to surprise everyone at the right moment.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I understand,” Silven smiled. There were no reporters from the Daily Prophet here—this wasn’t the right moment for a front-page headline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I understand,” Silven said with a smile. There are no reporters from the Prophet here, so it can’t make the front page—it’s certainly not the right time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1032,"2026-06-20T04:03:11.805Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","8e4bd18e77016607031c0c8c061519653d515d58b296db751ff1c0909f04f9f2","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-83","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-81",149,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-cover.jpg"]