Chapter 107: Wand Materials
"Mourning Willow. Its branches secrete corrosive sap the moment they touch living flesh. The sap carries a despair so concentrated it's hard to say whether it rivals a Dementor or surpasses it.
Blood Thorn Vine grows in battlefields and massacre sites, feeding on the lingering negative magic in the soil. Its blossoms release hallucinogenic pollen that forces people to relive the moment of death again and again.
If someone truly believes they've died, they die.
And the Wailing Mushroom. It appears only in places marked by large numbers of unnatural deaths. When mature, it emits a sound like a dying lament. Anyone who hears it teeters on the brink of death."
With each example, Dumbledore inclined his head.
"But I won't tell him about those," Professor Sprout said, her tone shifting. "If he asks, I'll speak only of the Sunlight Ebony Bush. At least that path leads upward."
Dumbledore's smile faltered for a fraction of a second. He lifted his teacup and took a quiet sip, his gaze drifting elsewhere.
After a moment, he looked back at her. The resolve in her eyes hadn't changed.
He sighed softly and rose to his feet. The hem of his robe brushed the wicker chair. A trace of resignation flickered in his blue eyes.