Djinn starting from Marvel

After receiving Dumbledore's explanation, Johnson suddenly realized that no wonder his divination results were completely different from those of Professor Trelawney. It turned out that everyone's target was not the same person at all.

Ever since, Johnson quickly informed Dumbledore of the two different divination results.

"Snake, green light, there is no doubt that it is him." Dumbledore clasped his fingers and said.

"Judging from the results of the divination, Tom is likely to be near Hogwarts now. Of course, it is also possible that the time shown by the divination is not this." Johnson analyzed.

Dumbledore nodded subconsciously. The situation is now more complicated. If Voldemort is resurrected, will there be Death Eaters among the wizards who accept Fudge's summons?

"Let's do one more divination first! Follow me!" Dumbledore took Johnson to Gryffindor's dormitory. He had to be fast, otherwise all the students behind him would be picked up.

As soon as they arrived at the door of Harry Potter's dormitory, the door was pushed open with a bang. Ron ran out angrily and bumped directly into Dumbledore.

"School...Principal!" Ron became nervous all of a sudden and didn't know where to put his hands and feet.

"It doesn't matter, don't run around in the corridor, you may fall easily." Dumbledore was quite kind to the students.

Ron nodded honestly and followed Dumbledore.

Entering the dormitory, Dumbledore immediately saw blood stains and some gray-black hair on the bed.

"What happened?" Dumbledore became serious. Now is not an ordinary time. Everything unusual needs to be paid attention to.

Ron suddenly became sad. He had just planned to go to Hermione to argue, "My pet Scabbers is dead! It must have been Hermione's dead cat that did it!"

"It doesn't look like it." Johnson squatted beside the bed and looked at it carefully.

"Why?" Ron wiped his tears. His mouse had not caused any trouble. He had only been at odds with the dead cat recently. It was unlikely that someone had sneaked into the Gryffindor dormitory just to kill a mouse.

"The quilt is intact, not to mention damaged, not even scratched. And although there are blood stains and hair, there is no broken flesh at all. The distribution of the blood stains is also very deliberate. It does not look like a scene of being killed by a hunter at all." Johnson He stood up and explained everything to Ron.

"Then...then...it can't be the scene where Scabbers did it himself." Ron hesitated.

"Not necessarily. Do you have any other pet supplies there?" Johnson asked.

Ron quickly took out all the things he bought for Banban, including a small cage, small clothes, various foods, and even a bottle of rat-specific strengthening water.

It can be seen that Ron really likes his pet rat.

Johnson pressed his left hand on these items, and his right hand sketched a mysterious trajectory in the air. Soon, a picture was projected from the pocket watch on his chest and displayed in the air.

The woods are dense and the sky is gloomy. Looking at the appearance of the surrounding plants, there is a high probability that it is the Forbidden Forest.

In the picture, a gray-black mouse is running wildly in the grass. One of the mouse's front paws is missing a finger.

"Scabbers! My Scabbers!" Ron shouted excitedly.

"That's probably not your pet rat." Dumbledore whispered to Ron. "How long has this rat been alive?"

Ron was stunned for a moment. The mouse was his brother's former pet and was passed down from generation to generation. "I don't know, but it must have been for many years..."

"In this case, it is basically confirmed that this is an illegal Animagus! That rat is not a rat, it is a human!" Dumbledore said decisively.

Is it a human? !

Ron's mind flashed with images of him kissing, hugging and holding him high, as well as his usual intimate actions. He couldn't help but vomited it out.

yue!

Dumbledore patted Ron on the back and comforted him. Normal people really couldn't accept this.

"Harry, we are actually here to find you."

"Huh?" Harry, who had been silent all this time, was very surprised. He was actually not in a good mood right now. Other students' parents had come to pick them up. What should he do?

"Teacher Johnson wants to do another divination for you." Dumbledore continued, "Is it okay?"

"Of course." Harry answered as he walked up to Johnson.

Johnson slowly began to divine. This time, his target was more specific, which was the scar on Harry Potter's head.

The scenes in front of them kept changing, but they still looked familiar, and they didn't look like they had escaped from the Forbidden Forest.

Sudden! A face popped out from the edge of the screen!

"You are looking at me! You are looking at me!" Voldemort's highly recognizable face was pasted on the screen, "Oh, Dumbledore, I'm here to find you..."

Johnson was startled by Voldemort's nervousness. Why did this guy feel that he was getting further and further away from normal human beings? Wasn't he just a KB member? Why is there still something wrong with my mind now?

In the picture, Voldemort retreated little by little, away from the picture, and then suddenly raised his hand. In an instant, the entire picture was divided into dozens of pieces!

"We're here to find you!"

There is a Voldemort in every picture, looking at Dumbledore from a distance with his malicious eyes.

boom! The entire divination screen exploded at once. Harry and Ron had retreated to the door, breathing heavily and looking like they were still frightened.

"It seems that Tom has indeed arrived nearby." Dumbledore's expression remained calm. Everyone in the wizarding world might be afraid of Tom, but he was definitely not.

"Yes, so, do you want to talk to Odascin? If Voldemort takes action, it may cause misunderstandings and cause the war to start early, before the students have been evacuated." Johnson asked rhetorically.

"I will go and talk to her." Dumbledore touched his beard, "If Tom is really nearby and spying on everything, maybe this is an opportunity..."

"But...who is that mouse?" Johnson rubbed the hair in his hands and asked in a low voice.

"I probably know who it is!" Lu Ping appeared at the door at some point and said to several people with a complicated expression.

A few minutes later, under the leadership of Lu Ping, everyone came to his office. Sitting by the office window was a thin man with tattered clothes and a decadent air.

The man raised his head, looked at Harry Potter, and then showed an ugly smile, "When you grow up, you look so much like your parents."

"Who are you?" Harry asked, with Dumbledore next to him. He was not worried about being in danger at all. In fact, this man seemed familiar to Harry, but he couldn't remember it at the moment.

"Sirius Black, your godfather, boy," Black said, standing up.

My godfather is a murderer? !

Harry couldn't believe it and looked at Lupine, who nodded. After confirming that the mouse was an Animagus, this actually became a very clichéd story.