The contents of the box were indeed unexpected.
"What … is this?"
Jon asked in confusion as he looked at the dusty contents of the box.
"I don't know. Should we take it out and have a look?"
Professor Sprout looked at Jon and lifted the box.
Of course, she didn't touch the box directly. Instead, she used magic. After all, no one knew what would happen after the box was opened. Even though there was no sound, it didn't mean there wouldn't be traps elsewhere.
One had to know that even a simple mechanism to unlock the door was already so complicated. No one would believe that the things inside were ordinary if they were said to be.
Therefore, Professor Sprout flipped the box over, and the contents inside fell down with the force of gravity, landing on the coffee table with a plop.
It was a pair of gloves.
The style of the gloves was extremely old. You wouldn't see such craftsmanship in modern times, but that couldn't hide the amazement of this pair of gloves.
"Professor, do you think this pair of gloves is a very powerful magic item? Or a miracle? "
"There is indeed such a possibility. After all, there are often some strange things left behind in ancient Egypt. These things are indeed the relics of the gods for ordinary wizards, but I don't think you should have high expectations for this thing. After all, there are only so many good things in this world, and most of them have owners. Even if one appeared out of nowhere, it doesn't make sense that you would be able to get it just by randomly picking it up."
"That's true."
Jon used magic to mobilize the magical waves around the gloves, trying to trigger a reaction from the gloves. But to his disappointment, this pair of gloves was just like a pair of ordinary gloves. There was no reaction at all.
Professor Sprout couldn't do anything about this. Although she was a scholar who studied ancient literature, she couldn't help much in this field. She could only help to analyze the possible information recorded on the object.
This was her field of expertise.
"But from the looks of it, this glove doesn't seem to be dangerous at all. But I do feel that there's something strange about it. In our world, even ordinary Muggle items would have some reaction to the effects of magic. It definitely wouldn't be as dull as it is now."
Saying that it was dull was quite a euphemism. The gloves were on the table, and there was no reaction at all. Even the dust on the gloves didn't move at all.
This was completely disrespectful to Jon.
Of course, Jon sensitively felt Professor Sprout's painstaking efforts. He didn't mind this kind of thing, but since Professor Sprout was so considerate, there was no need for him to say anything more.
"If it really doesn't work, I'll try wearing it," said Jon.
After all, weren't gloves used to be worn?
Jon also knew this pattern very well. Generally speaking, if it was really a magic item, the material of the gloves were very likely to have some magical effects. For example, the gloves were obviously slightly bigger than his current hand, but if he wore it, it would fit his hand be fitted..
Of course, this was only a guess. But if he didn't try, how would he know what it was?
"What you're doing isn't called trying, it might be called reckless, and I don't recommend you try it yourself."
Professor Sprout had an inexplicable sense of responsibility towards Jon. It wasn't just because Jon was her student. Perhaps it was because she was the dean of Hufflepuff's school and had a sense of responsibility towards Hufflepuff's descendants.
This kind of sense of responsibility seemed to be more or less present in the entire Hogwarts group of professors. For example, Dumbledore often showed this kind of sense of responsibility in front of Jon, but obviously, Professor Sprout's sense of responsibility was stronger.
However, there were some things that had to be done, and it couldn't be delayed forever. Since he had to do it sooner or later, he might as well do it now. While Professor Sprout was around, he might be able to help him in case something unexpected happened.
Besides, although it was more likely to be suicidal, Jon had already wasted so much time opening it. Plus, the Wizard coveted the things in the box last night, so he felt that he might be able to make a profit by giving it a try.
And if he didn't wear it, he really felt like he was at a loss.
He didn't know when this kind of capitalist mentality appeared in his behavior, but it did have a big impact on him.
People said that a profit with a probability of more than 300% was enough to make a businessman go crazy. A possible god's relic was enough to tempt Jon to give up some safety considerations and take the risk.
So he picked up the gloves and checked them again and again. The moment he put them on, he suddenly paused.
If Helga knew, she would be relieved. After all, this was the character she wanted to cultivate in Jon.
Now, Jon did it.
There was nothing strange on the gloves. They were just a pair of ordinary leather gloves, so he put them on easily.
It was very safe, and nothing happened.
Professor Sprout looked at Jon's hands very cautiously. If he made any strange sounds, she would immediately take action and strip the gloves off his hands. However, Jon didn't make any strange sounds. He even moved his fingers to test the fit of the gloves.
"How is it? Do you feel anything now? "
Professor Sprout asked concernedly.
"Uh … I don't feel anything. This glove fits my hands quite well. It's strange, it seems to be a little tighter than before."
Jon pretended that nothing was wrong, but in fact, his hands were a little strange.
There was a slight tingling on his fingertips, as if he was bitten by a mosquito. He seemed to feel some kind of blood that belonged to him, soaking the gloves, and then the gloves began to fit his palms.
Uh, according to some of the plots in the novels that Jon had read before, this step was considered to be the blood binding.
But then, he began to hear some strange sounds.
These sounds were the same as those he heard in the illusion. The strange crying in the sea breeze, and the sound of plants growing.
The strange crying sounded in his right ear, and the sound of plants growing in his left ear.
It was like a sacrifice to the gods and a response from the gods.
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