Chapter 80

A few days later, Johnson's office, where the main materials for the potion that Johnson had converted for so long were placed.

Actually, during this period, he found quite a few alternative plans, but for things like potions, if one could choose the original version, it was still best not to change it.

Placing the high-end magic cauldron and other equipment borrowed from Snape on the table, Johnson prepared to start making his promotion potion.

First was cleaning the black cauldron, putting all the auxiliary materials into it. Fortunately, Snape's cauldron was relatively large; otherwise, these things might not necessarily fit.

Pouring in some pure water, quite a few powders of auxiliary materials rolled up in the water flow. Because the potion hadn't officially started refining, no reaction occurred in the cauldron, just simple water and material powder.

Subsequently, Johnson solemnly took out a box from the side and opened it. Instantly, a faint strange laughter rang out in the entire office.

This was the effect of the Human-Face Rose. Actually, according to the memory Johnson obtained, the Human-Face Rose wouldn't make a sound in the air under normal circumstances, but it might be a replacement made with Mandrake, so it itself was slightly different from the most original version.

When the Human-Face Rose was put into the cauldron, *woo, woo, woo, ha, ha, ha*, the laughter suddenly became much louder and sharper.

Johnson hurriedly put in the sheep horn that had become crystal clear after preliminary treatment.

With a *pop*, the sheep horn melted rapidly in the water, and the strange sound of the Human-Face Rose also disappeared from the office.

Gold, yellow, and red liquids rotated constantly in the cauldron, intersecting each other and exceptionally pure.

One bubble after another subsequently emerged from the bottom of the water, turning the entire cauldron into a boiling hot pot. After the reaction gradually calmed down, Johnson poured the liquid into a glass bottle.

Johnson, who had no guidance, could only take out some reference materials he had accumulated and compare the state of the potion.

Color correct!

State correct!

Amount correct!

After confirming these factors, Johnson took out the pocket watch he carried with him and began to divine.

"This cup of potion is a failure..."

The pocket watch turned counterclockwise slowly, which meant that it was at least not a "failure." As for how successful it was, Johnson wasn't sure yet.

All preparations that could be done were done, so there was nothing to hesitate about anymore. Johnson directly poured the potion into his mouth.

A bitterness much more bitter than pure black coffee exploded directly on the taste buds, making Johnson's entire face twist, while also making him feel a bit happy.

A potion, looks like a Clown potion, smells like a Clown potion, tastes like a Clown potion, then it is a Clown potion!

Drop by drop, the potion integrated rapidly into Johnson's body and spirit, transforming him. Not long after, Johnson had a realization in his heart that he had succeeded in his promotion.

Moreover, this time during the promotion, the spiritual improvement brought by the potion didn't leak at all, and the efficacy of the potion itself was exerted perfectly. It could be described in one sentence: this bottle of potion melted in the mouth!

Under Woody's interference, having been a "clown" for so long, Johnson could also be considered to have received an unexpected surprise. Now if a Magician potion were placed in front of him, he could directly rest and adjust his state, preparing for promotion again.

Throwing two punches in front of him, Johnson could feel the power in his body, and more importantly, could feel a special balance ability.

This kind of balance that required long-term training to acquire was possessed by Johnson within a few seconds, and with later adaptive training, it would be even more powerful.

"Truly good... so this is Sequence 8..."

Johnson sighed, and casually picked up a deck of ordinary playing cards prepared on the side and threw them out.

The soft playing cards became much tougher and sharper after passing through Johnson's hands, easily inserting into the wooden board.

After savoring the feeling of his promotion on the spot, Johnson cleaned the things, pushed open the window of the office, and let the sunlight spill in.

Outside the window, in the courtyard of Hogwarts, Dumbledore sat in a chair, basking in the sun, extremely lazy.

In a trance, Johnson seemed to see a coiled blue giant dragon. When he looked at it properly, everything was normal again.

Side effect of the Clown potion? Hallucination?

While Johnson was thinking, Dumbledore noticed Johnson's gaze, turned his head, and waved at him enthusiastically.

Johnson suddenly became interested, climbed directly out of the window, and followed the gaps on the surface of the building, landing on the ground easily.

"Professor Johnson, good skill," Dumbledore praised.

Johnson smiled reservedly, his smile carrying a bit of pride, "Headmaster, are you basking in the sun?"

"Yes, after those bratty kids return to school, there won't be such a good opportunity," Dumbledore shook the chair and replied, "By the way, how is your class preparation? School starts soon, do you need me to adjust the curriculum?"

"No need, however, Headmaster, pardon me for being blunt, divination is something that mainly depends on talent, it's really not something that can be learned by attending class," Johnson said bluntly.

Johnson had also read the divination books of Hogwarts, and they were all mysterious things. Learning these things, at most, was to improve understanding, and the success rate of divination was almost unrelated to them.

"It's fine, they just need to understand it. Professor Trelawney actually said similar things," Dumbledore said indifferently.

"Professor, actually, I think Professor Trelawney is a divination expert with a level, but, I don't understand, why do most people subconsciously deny her divination results?" Johnson raised his own question.

In Trelawney's divination records, the success rate was quite high, it was just that the interpretation sometimes had some problems, but this was a common problem for Diviners. After promotion, Johnson didn't dare to say he could do better than Trelawney.

"Because of her name," Dumbledore narrowed his eyes and said slowly.

Johnson stopped talking. Trelawney's name was consistent with a divination expert in Greek mythology. That divination expert had been cursed; his divination was 100% accurate, but he would never be believed.

"Is there no solution?" Johnson continued to ask.

Dumbledore shook his head, "Many things, we still can't explain, just like we don't know if it's because of this curse that she can have the ability of prophecy, and we don't know where the curse on her body is."

Johnson opened his mouth, but didn't speak. He wanted to say that he could prepare a Diviner potion for Trelawney.

However, Johnson didn't know if this was correct, and didn't know if the consequence was what Trelawney wanted.

Finally, Johnson didn't say this idea, and basked in the sun with Dumbledore, spending a pleasant day.