Harry Potter – Approaching the Magic World

The people who will appear in his house at this time, I am afraid that those who come will be unkind.

Jon's heart immediately lifted up. He walked to the door and squeezed the wand in his hand, but did not remove the Disillusionment Charm from his body.

Since they are here, they can only face these dangers. Soldiers come to block water and soil. Even if they really can't beat them, he can still call people.

So the door slowly opened, and behind the door was a face that made Jon extremely surprised.

Standing outside is a witch wearing a brand new robe.

"Professor Sprout? Why are you here?" Jon quickly removed the Disillusionment Charm from his body. He was not worried that this person was a fake Professor Sprout, because the witch in front of her was pinned to her chest. A badge.

It was the badge issued by the conference held in London this time, and Jon knew that there was a magic engraved with a digital scholar on that badge, and it was impossible to imitate it at all.

Regardless of whether the person in front of him is Professor Sprout or not, with this badge, Jon will not immediately think that this person is fake.

Besides, the witch in front of him did not show any offensive, exactly the same as the Professor Sprout he usually knew.

"Can't I come? I happened to accept the award in London this afternoon. I heard the headmaster say that you came to London, so I thought about coming to find you, but you just didn't seem to be peaceful here."

Professor Sprout obviously did not use Disapparation to come here, because her cheeks on both sides were flushed, and she was obviously blown by the wind in the sky.

"But, how did you find me?"

It shouldn’t be Dumbledore who said, because the headmaster knows where he will live in London, where is this place, Rank must have already told Dumbledore. If Dumbledore did, he only needs to say the specific address to Professor Sprout. The professor can use Disapparation to come over.

"Oh, I think it’s not a difficult thing."

Professor Sprout raised his hand, and Jon saw a note in her hand, and here Not far behind the witch, two paws grabbed the owl above the hallway wall lamp.

It is indeed Professor Sprout's owl, which Jon had seen in the professor's office.

This time, she can be more sure of her identity.

Obviously, the professor wrote him a note, and then flew over with owl.

It is indeed a very unorthodox way. Jon scratched his head slightly. He didn't know that owl had such a function. He used to think that owl would only look for people according to the address on the envelope.

"How slow is that, owl can't read your handwriting."

Professor Sprout was led by Jon to the reception room and sat on the sofa to drink a cup of hot Tea.

"The magic of owl comes from the magic experiment of ancient wizards. They need a creature that can be accurately positioned to help them deliver letters. At that time, only birds can meet their requirements. Among them, owl’s magic power and IQ are both very suitable races, so the ancient wizard modified them, resulting in owl being able to obtain the position of the person they need to convey through some mysterious magic. As for the envelope, it is completely It's form."

The witch raised his eyebrows, lowered his voice and said, "Actually, there are some gossips that the magic of owl comes from a wizard’s experimental failure, and it is the result of crooked beating... When an experiment failed, magic brought a curse to the wizard, and the owl beside him at that time happened to be the life that resisted the curse for him, and this curse was quickly passed on to the entire owl race through an owl. In the end, in order to survive, the owl race evolved some magic abilities. The price was that the entire race died a lot of owls at that time. Later wizards discovered their magic abilities and helped them, which led to the use of magic circle in the West. The situation of owl as a messenger."

Jon nodded, he doesn’t want to know about owl’s past, but since Professor Sprout is so happy today, then he doesn’t need to do something disappointing.

Not all students are fortunate enough to share the joy of a big scholar at this important moment.

As for why Professor Sprout came to him, the reason is not important at all.

After all, they are here.

"But since you are all here, I happen to have one more thing to ask you."

……

An hour later.

In the quiet reception room, the dim light of the desk lamp reflected the faces of the two people.

Jon sits in a chair, hands folded on his lap, with a shy smile on his face, as gentle as a lady.

On the other side of him, Professor Sprout’s face was as heavy as something heavy. After listening to Jon’s narration, she picked up the tea that had been cooled on the table and lightly touched it. Take a sip.

In the silent air, even the voice of her swallowing tea was subtle and audible.

In the middle of the two of them, on the small coffee table, the box Jon brought back from the company was quietly placed on it, and there was an unusual Breath.

That is the breath that makes two people clueless.

"You are really going to find a problem for me. I said it was a mistake to come to you today."

Professor Sprout dragged his chin, obviously regretting: "However, Where did you get this thing?"

"A friend of mine brought it back from the Mediterranean and gave it to me."

Jon "truthfully" replied.

"Then what is the origin of this thing?"

"I don't know."

"What's in this box?"

"I don't know."

"Then what did you encounter in the illusion?"

"Um... Actually, I didn't encounter anything, I just heard it weird Singing, also to have one projection of water lily."

"So you presume that this thing is from ancient Egypt?"

"Yes."

Then there was another silence.

After this long silence, Professor Sprout finally retracted his gaze from Jon's body and turned to the box.

"Actually, I think this thing should be similar to an alchemy item." Jon lifted the box from the coffee table: "Would you like to identify it?"

"I just study ancient civilizations Although I have made achievements in literature and potion, I am not an Alchemist." Professor Sprout patted Jon's head, "Or you can just open it and have a look."

"This , It’s also a way."