Djinn starting from Marvel

On the day when freshmen entered school, although the opening ceremony and picking up and dropping off students had nothing to do with Johnson, he was actually still very busy now.

The first class of school is a divination class. Johnson doesn't want to leave a bad impression on the little wizards in his first class, so he is preparing all the items for the class.

Crystal ball...pocket watch...tarot cards...small top with low wind resistance...

"Hey...where did the lamppot go?" When Johnson was looking at the list, he suddenly discovered that a symbol was missing.

As a favored person of the djinn, Johnson planned to use a gold-plated lamp pot to represent the djinn and place it in the classroom. The effect would be the same as many gangs placing statues of Mr. Guan.

After looking at the time, there was still a long time before the evening banquet. Johnson decided to go out and find another lamp kettle.

As soon as he went out, Johnson met Principal Dumbledore who was holding a big book and a smile on his face.

"Professor Johnson, are you setting up the Divination classroom? I wonder if I am lucky enough to visit?" Dumbledore seemed to have something to do with Johnson, and said to him very enthusiastically.

"Of course, please." Johnson turned around and brought Dumbledore into the classroom, which had been decorated with a sense of mystery according to Johnson's vision.

Dumbledore stood in the middle of the classroom, looking at everything around him. Here, he felt an indescribable magic, which was different from what he had just discovered in any professor.

"Principal? Is there anything wrong?" Johnson asked aloud when he saw Dumbledore standing there silently.

"Oh, no, this is great. This is one of the best divination scenes I have ever seen." Dumbledore gave a very high evaluation.

"You're welcome. Actually, it's not completely finished yet. I want to find a pure gold or gold-plated lamp kettle to put here." Johnson said, pointing to the ceiling in the center of the classroom.

"Lamp pot? What does it look like? Maybe I can help you." Principal Dumbledore said.

"Hmm...probably just like the symbol of the djinn in mythology..." Johnson suddenly stopped as he spoke, his eyes filled with the word incredible.

"Hmm~ Djinn, what a great idea, I'll go look for it for you." Dumbledore touched his beard, and then noticed that Johnson was looking at him strangely.

I checked myself. There was no candy on my beard, and there were no stains on my clothes. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Principal, have you ever heard of the Djinn God?" Johnson asked tentatively. In his body, part of the magician's potion formula had just been unlocked, which meant that he had discovered a Djinn God's Favorite, and there was only one person here. Dumbledore is here.

"Of course, this is a concept that appears in many myths, and it represents a lot..." Dumbledore told Johnson a lot about his personal knowledge of the djinn, but he didn't say what Johnson wanted to hear. thing.

For a moment, Johnson didn't know whether Dumbledore was hiding something or if he really didn't know. If it was the latter, that is to say, the Djinn's beloved might not know his identity, and even the Djinn himself might not know. ? !

After sending Dumbledore away, Johnson had another guess. Is the origin of all wizards in this world a wish made by their ancestors?

Ok!There is this possibility!

Johnson thought about starting to harass all the faculty and staff, discussing topics related to the djinn with them in various indirect ways. In this way, if outsiders saw it, they would probably guess that he was either Amway or a preacher.

"Professor Johnson!" McGonagall suddenly found Johnson.

The appearance of McGonagall made it uncomfortable for Johnson to harass him, and Sir Cadogan in the portrait found an opportunity to run away.

"Professor McGonagall, what's the matter?" Johnson's eyes lit up.

He didn't see the second favored person of the lamp god here. Maybe the portrait represented a dead person, maybe those wizards were not strong enough, and Mag's arrival was just right.

"Many ghosts and faculty members have reacted like me. Some people are chattering to them about concepts such as djinn and magic lamps." McGonagall said to Johnson seriously.

"I'm sorry." Johnson said apologetically. He was already paying attention to the impact and didn't bother the professors who had something to do at night.

"I don't have a problem with your beliefs or anything..." Professor McGonagall was afraid that she had spoken too harshly.

"Professor McGonagall, have you heard of the Djinn?" Johnson suddenly asked directly.

Mag was speechless. She shouldn't have too much expectations for Johnson. Sure enough, the divination class was also a cursed class. No matter how normal a person became the professor of this class, he would become abnormal.

Trelawney is like this, Johnson is like this.

"I haven't heard of it, and I don't want to hear it. I hope that when the students arrive, you won't ask them this question." Professor McGonagall emphasized.

"Of course..." Johnson replied regretfully. The magician's formula has not been unlocked. It seems that the key point has not been grasped.

Seeing Johnson's regretful expression, McGonagall was very glad that she had come early to get vaccinated. Hogwarts really couldn't keep getting weirder.

That night, Johnson, who had nothing extra to gain, sat in the hall, feeling a little bored. Lupine went to work as an accompanying teacher on the train and watched Harry Potter by the way.

McGonagall and Snape were both busy, and Johnson couldn't find anyone to chat with for a while.

His behavior in the afternoon annoyed the ghosts at Hogwarts so much that even Peeves didn't want to go near him if he had a choice.

Suddenly, a powerful magic burst out from upstairs, and a beam of white light shot straight into the sky and fell into the distance.

In the hall, the remaining professors were a little flustered and didn't know what was going on.

"Don't worry, those nasty dementors attacked the train! I have to teach them a lesson!" Dumbledore came over with a serious expression and said to the others.

Attack a train? ! Dementors? !

Johnson was surprised. It was quite a distance from the train station.

From such a distance, Dumbledore could sense the situation over there and respond? !

"Those dementors shouldn't be here at all! Principal, we don't have the Fifth Academy - Azkaban!" McGonagall agreed.

Dementors are magical creatures that absorb happy emotions. They mainly serve as guards in Azkaban Prison. However, because Sirius escaped from prison, Minister of Magic Fudge sent them to Hogwarts.

Said to be to prevent Sirius from sneaking into the school, but so far, these things have added to the chaos.

"I will talk to Fudge, he must take back this decision!" Dumbledore's statement this time was unusually domineering.

At this time, Johnson had another vision. The coiled blue dragon opened his eyes, and a kind of deterrence that acted on the spirit and soul continued to emanate from Dumbledore.