Harry Potter Morning Light.

Chapter 3510 Blood Dance (VIII)
It is almost impossible to tell the original material of all the wands processed by Ollivander. After peeling, grinding and polishing, they are made into various shapes that are more suitable for human use. Sometimes even the color of the wood has changed, as if a layer of paint had been applied.

Snape's wand is pure black. He believes that this layer of protection can better maintain the wand.

"Can I see your wand?" Ollivander said to Pomona as they walked along the leaf-covered path.

"Of course," Pomona said, handing Ollivander his beech wand.

It still looks like a branch without peeling, and looks like a branch picked up at random, so the beautiful luster unique to beech wood cannot be seen.

"It doesn't seem to be in good condition." Ollivander looked at Pomona's wand and said, "It seems to need adjustment."

"Can you help me adjust it?" Pomona asked.

Ollivander bent his wand gently, as if feeling its springiness, and then raised it again, so that it was level with his eye.

"Interesting... very interesting." Ollivander muttered, but returned the wand to Pomona. "I suggest you find its original maker."

Pomona took his wand and put it away, because Dumbledore's second wand was not made by Ollivander either. It had bark left on it like Pomona's beech wand, and Ollivander was unable to adjust it for him either.

"When the founders first established the magic school, they made their own wands and gave them to every new student." Dumbledore said to comfort himself, "We can learn how to make and adjust wands ourselves."

"In fact, I think I am more suitable for oak than beech." Pomona said jokingly, "I heard that its bark is very thick and you can never peel it all."

"Mr. Gregorovitch believes that hawthorn is a contradictory wand. Its leaves and flowers have more or less healing powers, but its branches represent death." Ollivander said, "I think hawthorn wood may be particularly effective in healing magic, but of course it is also good at cursing, so I matched it with a unicorn hair."

Pomona felt that she was not "chatting" with Ollivander, but fortunately, Grubbly-Plank's "birdcage" had arrived at this time, and Grubbly-Plank was chopping wood outside.

A lot of wand wood had died this year from insect infestation and had to be destroyed, but the wood that Grubbly-Plank chopped was not dead wand wood.

The Bowtruckles arranged a "funeral" for them, and the dead wand wood was burned along with the Bowtruckles' former homes.

"Because the hawthorn tree was cured, you thought it deserved unicorn hair?" Pomona asked Ollivander.

"The whole tree looked dead, but that one was still standing, with berries hanging on it," said Ollivander. "I've never seen hawthorn berries that red."

"Why don't you leave it there?" Pomona said disapprovingly, perhaps the little branch was the only living part left of the dying tree.

"The power required to bring the dead back to life is something we cannot feel normally. I know you tried your best, but not every tree was saved." Ollivander said sadly, "I feel that we need some extraordinary power."

"You mean something like 'miracle'?" Pomona asked.

Then Grubplank noticed them and waved to them.

Ollivander did not answer Pomona's question and walked towards Grubbly-Plank.

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Not all centaurs like to be close to humans as much as Firenze does, and the same goes for unicorns. Most unicorns, especially females with children, stay away from humans.

Leonardo da Vinci once wrote in his manuscript: The unicorn did not know how to control his fascination with the girl, so he put aside all his fears, came to a sitting girl, snuggled on her lap and fell asleep, and the hunter captured it.

Even if Dumbledore was crazy, he would not let a few 11-year-old freshmen go deep into the Forbidden Forest, not to mention that among them was the only son of school director Lucius Malfoy, so Hagrid only took them to the edge of the Forbidden Forest to "test their courage."

No one expected that the unicorn would run to the edge of the Forbidden Forest. It shouldn't have appeared so close to humans.

Georgiana slowly opened her eyes. Actually, she didn't sleep for long, but she felt much calmer.

She remembered a story she had heard in Venice, about a local girl and an Austrian soldier who fell in love, but their relationship would not be blessed by anyone.

The Republic of Venice has always been independent. Even though the Italian city-states on the mainland have been ruled by foreign countries to varying degrees, some other places have experienced the process of "boiling frogs in warm water" and do not feel so strongly about being "ruled". After the signing of the Treaty of Campo Formio, they were suddenly annexed by Austria, just like a hot sword being put into cold water. The feeling was vivid.

Lorbonne sent Louis XVI's princess to Vienna, but he did not stay there or "seek help". Instead, he went to Russia.

Chateaubriand also served in the army in Belgium. After experiencing some things, he lamented that "a few brave nobles cannot defeat an awakened nation", then took off his military uniform and fled to Britain.

Just because the Viennese nobles wouldn't go doesn't mean the "Junkers" wouldn't go. Murat is now a famous general, and the Austrian colonel who once captured him can be considered to have made a contribution, although he captured Murat in a hospital in Brescia when he had malaria.

If Schendelhannes "changed sides", with his command ability, perhaps one day he could become a great marshal like Murat. What if he was the son of an executioner? Murat was just the son of an innkeeper.

But his mistress gave birth to a son for him. Will the robbers recognize this "little master"?

Georgiana stood up, cast an Disillusionment Charm on herself, and left her room without alerting anyone. Although she was wearing a nightgown, the style of women's clothing in the early 19th century was similar to that of a nightgown.

She was walking alone in the garden by Lake Como. After the chaos last night, the security today was much tighter than usual, which disturbed the peace of this quiet place.

According to Bertin, Marie Antoinette liked Lorbon more than the Marquis de Choiseul, even though it was Choiseul who arranged for her to marry the Queen of France.

Being the Queen of France may be the dream of many girls. However, France is not a state within the Holy Roman Empire. If the King of France really invited all eligible women in the country to a ball, Versailles would not be able to accommodate them, let alone a castle.

Before the daily revelation ceremony, the maids would make a booklet of new clothing styles for the queen to choose from, and Marie Antoinette would use pins to select three sets of clothes to suit different occasions.

Cinderella couldn't attend the ball without beautiful clothes. It would cost a lot of money to buy clothes like the nobles in the old times, and many nobles had to buy on credit.

The pure white Ionic dress was very cheap, and many girls from ordinary families could afford one to attend a ball.

At this moment, she suddenly heard the sound of horse hooves coming from far away. She looked in the direction of the sound and saw a knight on a white horse coming towards her along the road by the lake.

The early morning sun dazzled her eyes, and she had to block her eyes with her hands to barely see who was coming.

The other man had no beard and wore a blue-black short jacket with yellow braid, looking like a hussar.

He opened his mouth and looked at her with a little surprise, then pulled the reins of the white horse to stop it, and then he jumped off the horse swiftly.

She couldn't help but giggle. How come this plot was similar to the scene in the fairy tale when the prince charming first met the princess?

The knight, with a broad forehead, a short nose, and a slightly reddish complexion, led his horse toward her. He stopped six steps away from her and nodded stiffly.

"Good morning, Madame Sevres. Michel Ney of the Rhine Army sends his greetings," said the knight.

"Good morning, General." She raised her hand. "I heard you were in Switzerland, not on the Rhine."

Ney released his horse, took two steps forward, kissed her hand, and then stepped back two steps.

"I have finished my work in Switzerland. I have asked for leave and will return to Paris soon. My wife is about to give birth." Then Ney stroked the white horse beside him and said, "I will give it to you by the way."

Her gaze turned to the white horse. She already thought it was very majestic. If it had a horn, it would be almost like a unicorn.

But after careful observation, she felt that she seemed to know this horse.

"Why... why is Coco here?" she asked Ney.

Coco is a white horse of Norman descent. Napoleon always rode it to review the troops and attend large celebrations. He rode it on his last trip to Belgium.

"The First Consul asked me to give it to you. Remember to ride it back next time you go back to Paris," Ney said with a smile. "Also, you can't wear the clothes he gave you."

She thought about it for several rounds before she figured out how to "fight back".

"Please tell him that I applied to wear men's clothes and he has no right to interfere with my legal rights." She said coldly.

"Yes, you can wear men's clothes, but not his clothes, otherwise 'my generals' won't know who to listen to." Ney paused and asked seriously, "Can you tell me why you don't call on the Swiss army?"

Only then did Georgiana notice that Ney had blue eyes, as clear as the water of Lake Como.

This moment is really a suitable scene for romance, but unfortunately she is facing a married man, and his wife is pregnant.

Therefore, no matter how romantic the encounter is, it is useless. She should polish her brain that is always thinking about love and think about how to say it so as not to be mistaken for a spy.

(End of this chapter)