He shrugged, despite the fact that Braxton couldn’t see him. "Not really. It’s on a plinth. Wait a moment—I think I see something..." With a frown, he knelt down, loath as he was to get dust all over his trousers, and there it was: a small hatch in the stand. It was reminiscent of one of his first cases as an Auror, which involved smugglers hiding illegal potions inside of various objects. Artwork and the like. It hadn’t been too difficult to open the hatches then, and he was sure that it wouldn’t be now either. Although, the "then’ was in the future and technically hadn’t happened yet, right?