HP Approaches the Magic World

The people who would appear in his house at this time were probably coming with bad intentions.

Jon's heart immediately lifted. He walked to the door and tightened the wand in his hand, but he did not lift the illusion spell on himself.

Now that he has come, he can only face these dangers. The soldiers will block the water and flood the soil. Even if he really can't defeat him, he can still call in people.

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

Standing outside was a witch wearing a brand new robe.

"Professor Sprout? Why are you here?" Jon quickly lifted the phantom spell on himself. He was not worried that this person was the fake Professor Sprout, because the witch in front of him had a pin on her chest.

Wearing a badge.

It was the badge issued by the conference held in London this time, and Jon knew that the badge was engraved with the magic of several great scholars and could not be copied 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.

Moreover, the witch in front of him did not show any aggression and was exactly the same as the Professor Sprout he usually knew.

"Can't I come? I happened to be in London to receive the award this afternoon. I heard from the principal that you were in London, so I wanted to come over and find you, but it didn't seem peaceful here just now."

Professor Sprout obviously did not use apparation to come here, because her cheeks were red on both sides, which was obviously blown by the wind at high altitude.

"But, but how did you find me?"

It probably wasn't Dumbledore who said it, because the headmaster knew where he would live in London and the location of this place. Rank must have told Dumbledore. If Dumbledore said it, he only needed to tell the specific address to

Just say something to Professor Sprout. This professor can completely use Apparition to come over.

"Oh, I guess it's not that difficult."

Professor Sprout raised her hand, and Jon saw a note in her hand, and not far behind the witch, there was an owl with two talons on the corridor wall lamp.

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

Now, her identity is basically more certain.

Apparently, the professor wrote him a note and followed the owl.

It was indeed a very unorthodox method. Jon scratched his head gently. He didn't know that the owl had such a role. In the past, he always thought that the owl would only go to find people according to the address on the envelope.

"That's so slow. Owls can't read your handwriting."

Professor Sprout was led to the reception room by Jon, sat on the sofa and drank a cup of hot tea.

"The magic of owls comes from the magic experiments of ancient wizards. They needed a creature that could accurately locate to help them deliver letters. At that time, only birds could meet their requirements, and the magic power and IQ of owls were both

They are a very suitable race, so the ancient wizards transformed them, creating an owl that can obtain the location of the person they need to convey the message through some mysterious magic. As for the envelope, it is purely a formality."

The witch raised her eyebrows and lowered her voice and said: "Actually, there are some rumors that the owl's magic came from a wizard's failed experiment. It was the result of a mistake... When a certain experiment failed, the magic brought magic to the wizard.

A curse came, and the owl next to him happened to be the life that resisted the curse for him. This curse was soon passed to the entire owl group through an owl. In the end, the owl group evolved some things in order to survive.

They had magical abilities, at the cost of the death of a lot of owls in the entire group at that time. It was later wizards who discovered their magical abilities and helped them, which resulted in the Western magical world using owls as messengers."

Jon nodded. In fact, he didn't want to know about the owl's past, but since Professor Sprout was so happy today, there was no need for him to do anything to spoil the mood.

But not all students are lucky enough to share the joy of a great scholar at such an important moment.

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

After all, we have come.

"But since you are all here, I just 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 sat on the chair, with his hands folded on his legs, with a very shy smile on his face, as gentle as a lady.

Opposite him, Professor Sprout's face seemed as heavy as something heavy. After listening to Jon's narrative, she picked up the cold tea on the table and took a sip.

.

In the silent air, even the sound of her swallowing tea could be heard.

Between the two of them, on the small coffee table, the box that Jon brought back from the company was quietly placed on it, exuding an unusual aura.

It was an aura that left both of them clueless.

"You are really going to find problems for me. It was a mistake to come to you today,"

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

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

Jon replied "truthfully".

"Then what is the origin of this thing?"

"have no idea."

"What's in this box?"

"have no idea."

"Then what exactly did you encounter in the illusion?"

"Well...actually I didn't encounter anything, I just heard a weird singing voice and the projection of a water lily."

"So you infer that this thing comes from ancient Egypt?"

"Yes."

Then, there was silence again.

After this long silence, Professor Sprout finally withdrew his gaze from Jon 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: "How about you appraise it?"

"I am just a scholar who studies ancient civilizations. Although I have made achievements in literature and medicine, I am not an alchemist." Professor Sprout patted Jon's head, "How about you just open it and take a look?

Come on."

"This is a way."