[{"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-85":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},2292337,4482,"Chapter 85: Conflict","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-85",85,"\u003Cp>That afternoon, Silven finished his queue duties three hours early but generously gave everyone five Sickles anyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, eight out of ten people in line were his own people; continuing would serve no purpose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the crowd thinned, the remaining work could be handed over to his grandfather Garrick; Silven himself left the wand shop and stepped onto the main street of Diagon Alley.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The book signing at Flourish and Blotts was still ongoing; a large crowd still gathered at the entrance—genuine customers all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young Harry has come to Flourish and Blotts today solely to purchase my autobiography…” Silven heard Lockhart’s smug voice as he passed the doorway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I am pleased to gift him this book for free… along with a precious, personally autographed gold wand sticker…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd clapped and cheered, praising Lockhart’s generosity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven clapped along.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lockhart was indeed generous—the custom gold stickers and regular ones together had earned Silven over a hundred Galleons; he was happy to play the mood-setter once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he clapped, Silven observed the interior of the shop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry was posing for a photo with Lockhart; reporters from the Daily Prophet were snapping pictures; nearby, two individuals with identical platinum-blonde hair had just entered the bookstore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Draco Malfoy stared at Harry in the center of the crowd, his face instantly darkening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed he had arrived just in time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven exhaled in relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he had seen Ginny Weasley in the shop earlier, he had suddenly realized something important would happen today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Voldemort’s first Horcrux—the crucial diary—would be brought to Diagon Alley today by Lucius Malfoy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven had come for the diary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t care about the Encyclopedia of Helpful Spells; what he wanted to know, Tom Riddle couldn’t answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like how to craft a wand that surpasses the Elder Wand, or how to make a directional wand…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did Tom Riddle know these things?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He certainly didn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, Silven didn’t care about that—he cared about the fragment of Voldemort’s soul inside the diary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That fragment held half of Voldemort’s soul, in both quality and volume far exceeding the mere shred torn from a unicorn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven had already planned it all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before term began, he would let the unicorn divide the diary’s soul as much as possible—half kept in reserve, half used to search for suitable wand-core materials.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven wanted to know: was the one-time-use wand’s power due to the core, or the wand’s body?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it was the core, would changing the wand’s body alter the result?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, Voldemort was called the Dark Lord; he nearly overthrew British wizarding society. His mastery of lethal magic surely extended far beyond just Avada Kedavra—it was merely the simplest and most convenient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Carrying a dozen or two different two-inch wands at all times—even if Voldemort truly returned, he might not be able to harm Silven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Silven thought this, he pushed forcefully into Flourish and Blotts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What followed unfolded exactly as he expected: Draco Malfoy deliberately provoked Harry and Ron; the atmosphere grew tense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, the adults intervened, and the tension reached its peak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the families were ancient enemies; every meeting inevitably involved mutual sneering, neither side gaining the upper hand in words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Lucius changed tactics, turning his attack toward Hermione’s parents, attempting to belittle the Weasleys by highlighting their Muggle origins. Yet the raw contempt and disdain in his gaze made even Silven frown—Malfoy’s pure-blood arrogance was laid bare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Look at the friends you keep, Weasley… I thought your family had already sunk to its lowest depths.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So you’re mocking William the Conqueror?” Silven couldn’t help saying, instantly drawing everyone’s attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most were baffled, not understanding why Silven had suddenly mentioned William the Conqueror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucius stared at Silven—but unlike the others, his eyes turned icy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What did you say?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“William the Conqueror—don’t you know him?” Silven shrugged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, perhaps you know one of his Muggle friends… no, his Muggle subordinate—coincidentally, he also bore the surname…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shut up!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucius erupted in a shrill, hysterical scream, drowning out Silven’s next words; before anyone could react, he lunged wildly at Silven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How dare you, how dare you…!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that moment, he shattered the polished mask of the pure-blood noble—elegance, dignity, all gone; his platinum hair hung in disarray over his forehead, his pale face twisted by rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Draco Malfoy was startled, confused why his father had suddenly lost control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before Lucius could reach Silven, someone else threw himself onto him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Lucius insulted the Grangers, Arthur Weasley had already moved to act—but Silven’s interruption had halted him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, the emotion hadn’t faded; it was the perfect moment to continue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the justification was ready: Lucius Malfoy had gone mad in public, attempting to harm a young wizard, and Silven had intervened in time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucius was struck; Draco instinctively turned on Mr. Weasley; Ron naturally joined the fray.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then came Fred and George, eager to stir chaos; Harry, trying to pull them apart, accidentally stepped on Malfoy three times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flourish and Blotts instantly descended into chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it all began because Silven mentioned William the Conqueror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But most had already forgotten that detail; like Arthur Weasley, they believed Lucius had simply lost his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stop—gentlemen—stop—” the shop assistant cried helplessly, watching bookshelves topple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then a booming voice drowned out all others: “Clear the way, gentlemen—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hagrid strode in, stepping over scattered books, and in an instant separated the tangled mass on the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucius had a blackened eye and a split lip; his hair was a tangled nest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Draco wasn’t much better—he bore several obvious footprints on his clothes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In contrast, the Weasleys fared far better; outnumbering the Malfoys five to two, they were merely disheveled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who are you?” Lucius asked Silven coldly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Funny—I was asked the same question not long ago, and you knew that man too.” Silven thought of Voldemort’s wandering soul, struck by the unicorn—back then, he too had screamed in fury, demanding Silven’s name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But back then, Silven hadn’t answered—and hadn’t even looked at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Silven Ollivander. We’ve met before, though you clearly don’t remember.” Silven smiled. “If you have questions about what I just said, I can provide evidence—like the wizarding register from the eleventh century.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ollivander…” Lucius’s face flushed crimson, then pale; he ignored Silven entirely, turning sharply toward Arthur Weasley.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur met his gaze, neck stiff. “What do you want?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucius said nothing. He picked up a battered Transfiguration textbook—the very book that had bruised his eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hurled it violently into Ginny’s empty cauldron; the force made her lose her grip, and the cauldron clanged to the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Lucius didn’t even glance at it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This isn’t over. We’ll see about this!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shot Silven one last look, gestured to Draco, and stormed out the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Daily Prophet reporters immediately surged toward the exit—they were desperate to know why Malfoy had lost his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Hagrid’s imposing size couldn’t deter their thirst for truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where are you going? Come back, come back…” Seeing his front-page headline slipping away, Lockhart couldn’t sit still; he grabbed the short photographer and was dragged to the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scene descended into chaos once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s get out of here,” Hagrid muttered, a suggestion met with general agreement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let me help you,” Silven said, spotting Ginny’s fallen cauldron amid the chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you,” Ginny replied politely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when she stepped out of Flourish and Blotts and reached for her cauldron, she found Silven standing motionless at the door; she asked unconsciously:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s wrong?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one answered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silven held a tattered copy of Basic Transfiguration, staring blankly at the empty cauldron—no diary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside, besides the Basic Transfiguration guide, there was nothing else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1277,"2026-06-20T04:03:11.805Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","133fba84a7f3b0edab62818bbcfd0a84d5520bfdc4bccf22e9fc5fd8d5cf71d0","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-86","hogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-chapter-84",149,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-don-t-call-me-a-wandmaker-cover.jpg"]