Harry Potter Morning Light

What can one hour do in Vienna?

Although Pomona loves food, she doesn't intend to waste her time looking for food.

If you visit Schönbrunn Palace, even if they all apparate, there is not enough time, and it is too late to go to the concert.

Severus had no interest in "travelling" at all, she would accompany her wherever she wanted to go, but if asked where he wanted to go, he couldn't name a single one, fortunately, this trouble was quickly resolved by a stranger.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. and Mrs. Smith?"

When the train entered the Vienna Railway Station, a young man in formal clothes on the platform asked the two people who had just got off the train.

"May I ask who you are?" Pomona asked cautiously.

"I'm Mr. Lorraine's secretary, John Muller." He handed a business card to Severus, "Sir asked me to wait for you two here."

"Is Mr. Lorraine the Grand Duke?" Pomona asked bluntly.

John lowered his head and smiled, but didn't answer.

"I think it's someone else's privacy, honey, do you think I'm right, John?" Severus said slickly after reading the business card.

"Sir asked me to express my thanks to you two." John ignored Severus' teasing and continued to smile.

He was a handsome young man with chestnut hair, rosy cheeks, and a very healthy look.

"Thank you both for saving your life."

"It's nothing more than a little effort." Severus said nonchalantly, "Do you have anything else to do?"

"I heard from your doctor that the two of you are going to Venice?"

"That's right," Pomona replied, only to be glared at by Severus.

"Then, there is still an hour before the train drives, why don't you two go to Mr. Lorraine's mansion to have a rest?"

"Thank you for your kindness..."

"I believe the two of you are going to the carnival, madame's dress is ready?" John said before Severus could say no.

"Skirt?" Pomona asked curiously.

John took a gaudy letter from his coat pocket and handed it to Pomona.

"This is an invitation letter to the ball. Originally, the husband and wife planned to go together, but now I have to ask the two of you to do it for me."

Pomona opened the invitation. The ball was held at the house of a Swedish Marquis, just near St. Mark's Square. She was actually not interested in participating in this kind of ball that was filled with strangers.

"You two are on your honeymoon, right? You can try something new." John instigated, "Have you arranged your residence in Venice?"

"We have hotel reservations."

"Have you two lived in the Duke's Palace?" John asked.

"No." Pomona refused without hesitation. "I'm sure there will be many servants inside, and I prefer to keep it private."

"So, what about the small villa by the Grand Canal?" John said, "It used to belong to a Spanish merchant in the 16th century, and he would arrange to live there when he had important guests."

Pomona became more and more certain that the one they rescued was really the Duke of Lorraine, and that all the nobles were with him, and it was still a question of how "small" that "small villa" was.

Spain in the 16th century was in a strong period, and she could almost see the grandeur inside.

"Others are so kindly invited, let's go and have a look." Severus said, "We're wandering around the city anyway."

Finally Pomona agreed.

Johann then produced a long scroll of paper, covered with musical notes, and when its head and tail formed a ring it formed a portkey, and they stood inside the ring, and after a whirling round they came from Vienna The train station came to a royal palace. Maybe it wasn't as big as Schönbrunn Palace, but it was definitely a royal palace. Malfoy Manor was even smaller than it.

There is no garden here, but there is a large lawn, which can be used to build several Quidditch pitches. In front of the main building is a large fountain. Those sculptures are exactly the same as those on the square.

"Merlin's beard!" she couldn't help crying out.

Compared with the real palace, Hogwarts Castle suddenly became very shabby.

"You two please." John said, leading the two into the palace.

After opening the double doors, the first thing that catches the eye is a large ballroom, with two curved staircases leading to the upper floor, exactly like the palace in the movie.

She gripped Severus' arm tightly to keep herself from marveling.

John led them to the flower hall next to him. There were already two waiting maids there. They were of a certain age and had thick waists. Apart from the baroque sofa, the most striking thing was the clothes, all of which could be put in a museum. The kind on display, richly embroidered on a silk fabric, and donned an ornate Venetian mask, she could be a medieval dame.

The Gaunts were very showy, I guess they were when they were rich, but then where did they live.

She glanced back at Severus.

"Just for fun," he said, and turned and left with John, when the two women came up and began to help her dress—the dress of a medieval noblewoman, which one could not wear alone.

The gorgeous but cumbersome clothes are not as good as jeans, and going to the bathroom is particularly troublesome. No wonder noble women will bring their maids to the ball.

As it turned out, she was only suitable for Jane Austen's country girl, who lives in the mud and chases geese for fun. She didn't enjoy too much dressing up, and chose a Hufflepuff earth-colored dress with The petticoats and panniers... and when she puts them on, she begins to really believe that a woman wearing them in the 18th century would have died in a fire.

Once she puts on the dress, she intends to take it off and change back to her own, but before that, she has to show Severus.

When she changed her clothes and walked out of the flower hall again, Severus and John were in the flower hall on the other side. The carved door was open, and they could see the situation inside. They were playing with a violin.

I don't know if it was her illusion, she saw blood on the piano, and there was a rustling sound of snakes, and what came from above was not a natural rhythm.

It was a dark magic item, and Severus seemed to like it.

"What's that?" Pomona asked.

The men who had been studying it turned their eyes to her.

Should a normal woman say that he was amazed by her beauty at this time, and then feel very sweet in his heart?

In fact Severus just glanced at her before turning his gaze to the violin.

"How do I look?" she asked exasperatedly.

"You look beautiful no matter what you wear." He said coldly.

This is a flattering sentence. When others say it, it can make people feel light, but why does she want to beat him so much?

"What's the history of this violin?" She didn't care about it, and instead studied that violin with them.

"It's the Guarneri violin, the same one Paganini used." Severus levitated the violin with his wand. "It's said that it killed six Muggles who used it."

Paganini's most famous piece is the devil's trill, which is said to have been heard by the Italian composer while he was sleeping, and the devil played music at his bedside.

At the beginning of the 19th century, Paganini used a violin made by Guarneri in 1742 and conquered all of Europe. Since then, the value of his violins in music and commodities has been on par with Stradivari. The Guarneri violin is one of the most expensive violins in the world, and every musician wants to own such a violin.

In Vienna, street performers are not uncommon. They perform at a high level, but they are often poor before they become famous, and many people will eventually give up their dreams.

Do you believe that music can fascinate people?

Pomona looked at the violin, she thought it was not a good omen.

She took out her pocket watch to check the time, and it took more than 20 minutes to get dressed, and it took the same amount of time to take it off. An hour in Vienna was so wasted, she might as well go find something to eat.

"Can I ask you to dance?"

At this time, a man suddenly said.

Pomona followed the sound and looked over. It was a man wearing a wig. Does anyone still wear a wig in the 21st century?

"I am the governess of the Lorraine family," said the man. "I am responsible for teaching dance and rapier."

"Dancing and rapier?" she asked in surprise.

"These two things are the same, face magic is a dance of death." He looked at Severus "I think your husband prefers witchcraft, let's leave him alone, twenty minutes is enough for you Memorize the basic dance steps."

In fact, she didn't have to rush so much, but who cares.

At this time, the cursed violin made a melodious sound. It sounded very charming, and it really didn't look like the devil's tremolo.