The dark clouds dispersed and the rain stopped.

The mermaids in the Black Lake cautiously poked their heads out, and the giant squid also stretched out a tentacle.

"Do you want your hand back?" Dumbledore waved his wand and his left hand flew over. The broken part was smooth and still very fresh, with blood overflowing.

Snape shook his head without saying a word. He staggered to his feet, grabbed the arm and held it in his arms. But before he took a few steps, he fell to the ground again. He struggled and supported himself on the ground with his only remaining hand.

Dumbledore was about to wave his wand.

"No, Albus!" Snape gritted his teeth.

Dumbledore's hands froze.

The distance from the Black Lake to Hogwarts Castle was several hundred meters, which usually took less than a few minutes. However, he stumbled all the way and was in a mess, and it took him more than ten minutes to reach the castle gate.

The little wizards watching didn't dare to look him in the eye.

The Slytherins looked at him in disbelief. In their eyes, apart from his greasy hair and lack of attention to his appearance, how could the usually elegant dean be so disheveled today, covered in mud and blood, and...

They looked at the left arm.

The hand is broken.

"Professor, Potter..." A senior Slytherin gritted his teeth, "What did he do to you?"

"It was my own mistake in casting the spell." Snape's voice was cold.

The Slytherins were stunned.

How is that possible!

They would rather believe that Gryffindor would become as wise and calm as Ravenclaw than believe that Snape would be so "stupid" as to cast a spell to break his arm.

"Professor." Another Slytherin called out.

But before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Snape: "Is it because I indulged you too much that your brains have degenerated into giants and stuffed with more than ten pounds of owl feces? Don't you understand what I say?"

"Now, go back!"

“Don’t gather together like monkeys.”

The snakes made way for him and watched as Snape stumbled, holding onto the wall, and disappeared up the stairs leading to the underground area.

I felt like he was almost gone.

The Gryffindors cheered.

"Your dean lost to Potter!" The little lion jumped up and sneered.

"The Viper lost a hand."

“Today is such a great day!”

A Slytherin drew his wand.

"Lock the tongue and seal the throat!"

The spell was directed at Fred as he sang, leaving him with his mouth open, unable to make any sound.

The little lions immediately fought back.

The Hufflepuffs immediately pulled the Ravenclaws back to the long table and sat down.

It involved the Dean, and they fought fiercely.

The long table was overturned, the oak door was blown to pieces, and flames spread from inside the castle to outside.

Dumbledore turned around and was about to say something to Harry, but he and Professor McGonagall rushed to the castle gate without stopping.

Dumbledore waved his wand.

All spells are blocked.

Professor McGonagall was so angry that her face turned blue: "What are you doing!"

"Fight, brawl!"

"Do you want to tear down the castle?"

"One hundred points will be deducted from both Gryffindor and Slytherin! And when you return from holiday, each of you will be given a month's detention. I will let Mr. Filch give you a proper lesson."

The little lions and snakes were not afraid of punishment at all.

They bared their teeth.

If Dumbledore hadn't controlled them with magic, they would have continued to fight even if they couldn't cast spells and could only use their fists and teeth.

"It's Gryffindor, they insulted our head of house first!" a Slytherin student shouted.

Professor McGonagall's face turned cold: "Another fifty points deducted from Gryffindor!"

"It was Slytherin who started it!" George pried open his brother's mouth, "Fred still can't speak."

"Slytherin will also be deducted another 50 points!" Professor McGonagall gritted her teeth.

The Slytherin spat, "Professor, will Potter be expelled? He attacked Professor Snape and cut off..."

"I suppose your dean has explained this to you?" Dumbledore looked at him and interrupted him gently.

The Slytherin gritted his teeth and said, "How could Professor Snape cast a spell and cut off his own arm..."

"Why don't you try to trust your dean?" Dumbledore interrupted him again, "I think given the relationship between Professor Snape and Mr. Potter, he probably has no reason to protect Potter."

The Slytherins fell silent.

Recall the daily exchanges between Professor Snape and Mr. Potter.

His words are sharp, and he seems to wish that every word could cut a piece of flesh from the other person.

If it was really Potter who did it.

They could not find any reason for Snape to protect Potter.

"That was just a small mistake by Severus." Dumbledore waved his wand and restored everything in the castle. "Go back and rest."

Dumbledore turned and left.

Professor McGonagall stared at them seriously, trying to prevent them from fighting again as soon as the professors left - it was not like this had never happened before, and Professor McGonagall knew their nature well.

Under the awning.

Dumbledore came over: "Harry, I think..."

"Professor, can you let Harry rest for a while?" Hermione raised her head and interrupted Dumbledore.

Ron sat nearby, holding Crookshanks, the Sorting Hat, and Harry's shattered armor in his arms.

Hermione conjured up another bench and sat at one end, with Harry's head resting on her legs, his breathing even, as if he had fallen asleep.

Dumbledore nodded, conjured up a chair and sat down. Occasionally he would think of something and say it out loud, making himself laugh, but no one else laughed. Hermione had a blank expression on her face, concentrating on reading the book floating in front of her, Crookshanks yawned, Hedwig grumbled in dissatisfaction, and only Ron smiled foolishly.

Until evening.

Harry wakes up.

He raised his head and looked outside the awning. The setting sun gradually melted and sank into the forbidden forest.

"Have you rested well?" Dumbledore turned around and asked.

Harry nodded. "Have you been waiting here?"

There are deep marks under the chair, and some messy dragging marks, which appear after sitting for a long time.

"I am worried about you," Dumbledore said softly.

Harry shook his head: "You should be more worried about Professor Snape."

"He won't reattach his hand." Dumbledore looked towards the castle, "Besides, he is a potion master and can take care of his own injuries."

"I'm not seriously injured." Harry took the Sorting Hat, rummaged around inside, and took out the troll leather armor that had been put away for a long time to replace the tattered clothes on his body. "You don't have to tell me anything specifically to comfort me."

Dumbledore looked at Hermione who was rubbing her numb legs, smiled slightly and nodded: "Yes, you don't need me to comfort you."

The Sorting Hat hummed a little tune.

Crookshanks slapped him with his paw.

Wait until Harry returns to the castle.

There was a loud cheer from the Gryffindor table, and the Slytherins cast cold looks at him, like knives, as if they wanted to pierce Harry's body.

In the teacher's seat.

Snape was away, and Professor McGonagall held her wand, ready to deal with any emergency at any time.

This tense atmosphere continued until the holiday.

In Lupin's office.

Sirius rubbed his hands, his eyes bright, "Did you really cut off the snot hand?"

Harry nodded.

"Excellent work!" Sirius praised him. "Now that he has lost one hand, how can he snatch the materials from me..."

"Even if he broke an arm, you still can't beat him." Harry interrupted him with a deadpan expression.

Sirius was stunned, his eyes full of disbelief: "How is this possible! Harry, you can..."

Lupin interrupted him, with the same expressionless face: "Do you think that if we work together, we can be a match for Harry?"

Sirius thought of winter and hesitated: "Should?"

"It should be solved within ten minutes." Lupin faced the reality for him, "Harry is very powerful now."

Sirius curled his lips: "Is it true that I can't beat a snot monster with a broken hand?"

Harry nodded.

Sirius gritted his teeth and said, "It seems that I really need to go to Professor Flitwick for extra lessons. I want to join him this summer."

Lupin sighed, skeptical, and continued packing.

Harry turned his head and looked at the empty office: "Uncle Remus, you will come back next year, and you have cleaned it up so cleanly..."

Lupin was stunned, then shook his head with a wry smile.

"You won't be working at the school next year?" Harry was stunned, a little surprised. "Is Professor Dumbledore really suffering from Alzheimer's? Your level is widely praised, even Slytherin thinks you are excellent."

"I've been reported." Lupin sighed, pulled a chair over and sat down. "Professor Dumbledore wrote me a letter saying that someone leaked my identity to the Daily Prophet. He suppressed it for me, but if I continue to work at the school next year, I'm afraid..."

Sirius fell silent.

Harry frowned. "Slytherin reported it? Because of Snape?"

"Professor Dumbledore didn't say who it was." Lupin shook his head.

"Who else could it be except those sticky bugs?" Sirius stood up, waving his fists, and said excitedly, "Remus, it's not easy for you to find a job. They..."

"Perhaps the young wizards can rest assured, but their parents will definitely not." Lupin shook his head. He was in a very peaceful state of mind. In fact, knowing the fate of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor in the past two years, he was already very satisfied that he could leave his job safely this year. "After all, I am a werewolf."

Sirius was silent.

"Uncle Remus, maybe you can go to Mr. Weasley for help." Harry reminded him.

"Arthur?" Lupin was a little surprised. "No, the Weasleys themselves..."

The Weasleys were better off than himself.

But just supporting such a large family is already very stretched.

Harry shook his head, "No, I didn't mean Mr. Arthur Weasley, I meant George and Fred."

"They?" Lupin frowned. He was deeply impressed by these two brothers who were as naughty as James and Sirius.

"They're going to open a joke shop, but they're only in their fifth year." Harry introduced briefly, "I have some investments in them. They're very talented in alchemy and pranks, aren't they?"