Chapter 81: You

On the day of the new students' arrival, although the opening ceremony and the task of picking up students had nothing to do with Johnson, he was actually still very busy.

The first class of the term was Divination, and Johnson didn't want to leave a bad impression on the young wizards during his first lesson, so he was busy preparing all the items needed for class.

Crystal ball... pocket watch... tarot cards... low-wind-resistance spinning top...

"Eh... where did I put the lamp pot?" While checking his list, Johnson suddenly discovered one symbol was missing.

As a follower of the Genie, Johnson planned to use a gold-plated lamp pot to represent the Genie and place it in the classroom; the effect would be the same as many gangs placing a statue of Guan Yu.

Glancing at the time, there was still a long while before the evening banquet, so Johnson decided to go out and find another lamp pot.

Just as he stepped out, Johnson ran into Headmaster Dumbledore, who was holding a large book and wearing a smile.

"Professor Johnson, are you setting up the Divination classroom? I wonder if I might have the honor of taking a look?" Dumbledore seemed to have something to discuss with Johnson and spoke to him very enthusiastically.

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

Dumbledore stood in the center of the classroom, surveying everything around him. Here, he felt an indescribable magic, a type of magic different from anything he had discovered in any of the other professors just moments ago.

"Headmaster? Is there something amiss?" Johnson asked aloud, seeing Dumbledore standing there in silence.

"Oh, no, this is wonderful. It is one of the best divination settings I have ever seen." Dumbledore gave a very high evaluation.

"You are too kind. Actually, it isn't completely finished yet; I want to find a pure gold or gold-plated lamp pot to place here." Johnson pointed to the ceiling in the very center of the classroom.

"A lamp pot? What kind? Perhaps I can help you," Headmaster Dumbledore said.

"Hmm... it should look roughly like the one that symbolizes the Genie in mythology..." Johnson stopped abruptly as he spoke, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"Hmm~ The Genie, good idea. I will go and help you look for one." Dumbledore stroked his beard, then noticed Johnson looking at him with a strange expression.

He checked himself; there was no candy stuck to his beard, and his robes had no stains. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Headmaster, have you ever heard of the Genie?" Johnson asked tentatively. Within his body, the Magician potion formula had just partially unlocked; this meant he had discovered a Genie follower, and Dumbledore was the only one here.

"Of course, it is a concept that appears in many mythologies. It represents many things..." Dumbledore told Johnson a great deal about his personal understanding of the Genie, but he never mentioned the things Johnson wanted to hear.

For a moment, Johnson didn't know if Dumbledore was hiding something or if he truly didn't know. If it were the latter, it meant that followers of the Genie might not even know their own identities—perhaps even the Genie themselves didn't know!

After seeing Dumbledore off, Johnson had another hypothesis: could the source of all the wizards in this world be a single wish made by their ancestors?

Hmm! That was a possibility!

Thinking this, Johnson began to harass all the faculty and staff, discussing topics related to the Genie with them in various roundabout ways. Seeing this, outsiders would likely guess he was either selling Amway or proselytizing.

"Professor Johnson!" McGonagall suddenly found Johnson.

McGonagall's appearance provided Sir Cadogan, who had been feeling very uncomfortable being harassed by Johnson, a chance to escape from his portrait.

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

He hadn't seen a second Genie follower here; perhaps the portraits represented people who were already dead, or perhaps those wizards simply weren't strong enough. McGonagall's arrival was just right.

"Many ghosts and faculty members have reported to me that someone is incessantly promoting concepts like the Genie and the Magic Lamp to them," McGonagall said to Johnson sternly.

"I am very sorry," Johnson said apologetically. He had already been mindful of the influence and hadn't really harassed the professors who were busy in the evening.

"I don't have an opinion on your faith or anything of the sort..." Professor McGonagall feared she had spoken too harshly.

"Professor McGonagall, have you ever heard of the Genie?" Johnson asked directly.

McGonagall was speechless. She shouldn't have had such high expectations for Johnson. Sure enough, Divination was a cursed subject; no matter how normal a person was when they became the professor of this class, they would eventually become abnormal.

Trelawney was like that, and Johnson was the same.

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

"Of course..." Johnson replied regretfully. The Magician formula did not continue to unlock; it seemed he still hadn't grasped the key point.

Watching Johnson's regretful expression, McGonagall was glad she had come early to provide a warning. Hogwarts really couldn't afford to become any stranger.

That night, Johnson, having gained no extra harvest, sat in the Great Hall feeling a bit bored. Lupin had gone to the train as an accompanying teacher, and incidentally, to check on Harry Potter.

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

His actions that afternoon had annoyed the ghosts of Hogwarts to no end; even Peeves didn't want to go near him if he had a choice.

Suddenly, a powerful magic erupted from upstairs, and a beam of white light shot straight into the sky, falling toward the distance.

In the Great Hall, the remaining professors were a bit panicked, not knowing what had happened.

"Do not worry, those wretched Dementors attacked the train! I must teach them a lesson!" Dumbledore said, his expression stern as he walked over to the others.

Attacked the train?! Dementors?!

Johnson was astonished; this place was quite a distance from the train station.

From so far away, Dumbledore could sense the situation over there and respond?!

"Those Dementors shouldn't be here at all! Headmaster, we don't have a—Azkaban!" McGonagall echoed.

Dementors were magical creatures that fed on happy emotions, mainly serving as guards at Azkaban prison. However, because Sirius Black had escaped, Minister for Magic Fudge had dispatched them to Hogwarts.

It was said to be to guard against Sirius Black sneaking into the school, but until now, these things had only caused trouble.

"I will speak with Fudge. He must retract this decision!" Dumbledore's stance this time was unusually domineering.

At this moment, Johnson had another vision: the coiled blue dragon opened its eyes, and a deterrence acting upon the spirit and soul continuously radiated from Dumbledore. ===== CHAPTER 82 =====