Letting Professor Sprout stay here was a sudden decision made by Jon.
Of course, he did not expect Professor Sprout to agree, because after winning such a big prize, Professor Sprout must be very busy.
Professor Sprout was indeed very busy, but this kind of social interaction was not something she liked. She preferred to do research alone and not waste time socializing with other Wizard.
It was as if they were very familiar with each other.
"It's fine, it's fine. I don't really want to communicate with those wizards. With Dumbledore here, I'm afraid they won't come to visit me. It's just nice. I can use this time to do some research. Maybe I can find something useful here."
The witch was very interested in staying here. She very happily followed Jon's directions and found the guest room. Then she went to rest first and prepared to continue researching this thing tomorrow.
Jon himself was not so lucky. He had to finish this thing as soon as possible because he did not know if he would have other things to do next.
After all, his main task here was to deal with his own company's affairs, not to research the mythological civilization of ancient Egypt.
Although this thing seemed to be more important, he did not have so much time to study what this box meant. He had to hurry up and finish it.
Fortunately, the mechanism was not as difficult as before. He had put in so much effort, and it was beginning to pay off.
Time passed by slowly. When the time was past twelve, Jon pressed the last button.
Then, the mechanism simulated by the water ball was completely opened.
"Basically, that's it. I can start to try."
Jon muttered to himself. He manipulated his magic and guided the surrounding water vapor to condense into a very thin line of water, probing into the mechanism of the lock.
But he did not open the box.
He did not know who invented this mechanism at all. It did not give people who did not know magic the slightest chance to open it.
If one did not use magic well, the chances of opening it would be even slimmer.
But what did this have to do with little Jon?
As long as he could open it, it would be fine.
However, this was not the best time to open the box. He pulled back the water line and decided to rest first. He would wait until Professor Sprout woke up from his rest tomorrow. Then, the two of them would open the box.
He put the box back into the ring and went into his room, locking the door behind him.
Even if someone came, they wouldn't be able to find the box on him.
He went back to the bed and drew the curtains. He unfolded the quilt and crawled under it, wrapping himself up in a ball.
The pillow here was too soft, and it felt weird to sleep. However, he was not a picky person. As soon as he laid on the bed, he felt sleepy.
Then, he fell asleep.
…
The next morning, when he woke up on his soft bed, he found that the door of his room was opened.
Because he had been woken up by the sun, and obviously not because he had opened the curtains while sleepwalking.
He quickly rubbed his face and got up. Touching the ring on his finger, he felt relieved and sleepy at the same time.
Then, he saw the breakfast and note on the bedside table. It was obviously Professor Sprout's handwriting.
— — Dear little Jon, I'm waiting for you in the reception room. Come over after breakfast. By the way, your secretary has been waiting here for a long time. Be careful!
In just a few words, Jon saw a strong sense of resentment. Obviously, she was unhappy about being woken up.
Jon was very familiar with this. When he was at home, his mother, Mrs. Smith, often showed this emotion in front of him.
He quickly flew out of bed and rushed into the bathroom to clean himself up. Then, he ran downstairs with a sandwich and milk.
Secretary Jin was sitting on the sofa restlessly.
"Hello, Secretary Jin. Good morning. Why are you here so early? I don't have anything to do today, right?"
Jon had just arrived yesterday, so he didn't know if he was scheduled to travel today.
"No, but you just arrived in London, so I came to ask about your living situation. I didn't expect to see that lady just now."
"Don't get me wrong, that's my teacher. She's a relative of mine."
If the dean of Hufflepuff could be related to the descendant of Hufflepuff, then they were indeed relatives.
But obviously, Secretary Jin didn't care whether they were relatives or not. He just came over to ask about the boss's living situation and see if the boss had any travel schedule today. Obviously, the boss didn't have any other plans.
Since that was the case, it wasn't convenient for him to stay here and disturb the boss's life. To be honest, the lady who had just opened the door gave him too much pressure. Her eyes were filled with anger, and his heart was still beating wildly.
Learning under such a teacher, the boss's life must be very difficult.
Jon didn't know what strange things were in Secretary Jin's mind. He sent him away, closed the door, and quickly went upstairs to the reception room.
"Good morning, Professor Sprout, sorry to keep you waiting."
"It's not a long wait, but since you're awake, I'll read some books here. The books in the world of Muggle are quite interesting."
The morning temper didn't last long. Since the witch made breakfast and sent Jon one, it proved that she wasn't angry anymore.
But Jon was still a little nervous. He had never been so close to a professor in Hogwarts. It was common to discuss things in a room, but this was the first time he lived under the same roof.
"Since you're gone, let's open the box and see what's inside."
Jon nodded and turned to leave the reception room.
Although the thing was in his ring, he couldn't take it out openly.
His ring was his secret, and the box was nothing.
So he left the reception room, took the box out of the ring, and went back to the reception room.
Then he sat on the sofa and urged the Poseidon to condense the water line.
Professor Sprout looked at him skillfully using the Poseidon with appreciation. After all, this training method was taught to Jon by her. When the student achieved something, the teacher would be proud.
This time, the opening was very smooth. With a crisp click, the lid of the box suddenly popped open.
Both of their eyes were focused on the inside, but the thing inside seemed very ordinary.
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