Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

The clouds cleared and the rain stopped.

The mermaids in the black lake poked their heads out cautiously, and the big squid also showed a tentacles.

"Do you want to take your hand back?" Dumbledore waved his wand, and his left hand flew out. The cut was flat, still alive, and blood overflowed.

Snape shook his head, didn't say a word, staggered up from the ground, snatched his arm, and hugged it in his arms, but before taking a few steps, he fell down again and fell to the ground. He struggled and used his only The remaining hand rests on the ground.

Dumbledore was about to wave his wand.

"No, Albus!" Snape gritted his teeth.

Dumbledore's hands froze.

From the shore of the Black Lake to Hogwarts Castle, the distance of a few hundred meters usually takes only a few minutes, but it took him more than ten minutes to walk to the gate of the castle, stumbled and embarrassed all the way.

The young wizards watching did not dare to look directly at him.

The Slytherins looked at it in disbelief. In their eyes, apart from greasy hair and not paying much attention to the image, how could the always handsome dean be in such a mess today, covered in mud, blood, and

They looked at the left arm.

The hand is still broken.

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

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

The Slytherins froze.

How can it be!

They would rather believe that Gryffindor has become as wise and calm as Ravenclaw, and they don't believe that Snape will be "stupid" enough to cast a spell to break his own arm.

"Professor," another Slytherin called out.

But before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Snape: "It's because I'm too indulgent to you all, and my brains degenerated into monsters, and I was stuffed with more than ten catties of owl feces? Don't you understand what I said? ?”

"Now, go back!"

"Don't get together like monkeys."

The little snakes made way for him, watching Snape stagger, leaning on the wall, and disappear up the stairs leading to the underground area.

Wait until you feel that he is almost gone.

Gryffindor burst into cheers.

"Your dean has lost to Potter!" The little lion taunted.

"The viper broke a hand."

"Today is such a good day!"

A Slytherin drew his wand.

"Lock the tongue and seal the throat!"

The spell was shot at Fred, who was singing, so that his mouth was open and no sound could come out.

The lion cubs fought back immediately.

The Hufflepuffs immediately dragged the Ravenclaws and retreated to sit down at the long table.

When it comes to Dean, they fight hard.

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

Dumbledore, who was about to say something to Harry, walked back and rushed to the gate of the castle with Professor McGonagall without stopping.

Dumbledore waved his wand.

All spells are blocked.

Professor McGonagall turned livid with anger: "What are you doing!"

"Fights!"

"Do you want to demolish the castle?"

"Gryffindor and Slytherin will deduct 100 points! And when you come back from vacation, each of you will be confined for a month. I will let Mr. Filch educate you well."

The lion cubs and snake cubs are not afraid of punishment at all.

They bared their teeth.

If it weren't for Dumbledore's magic to control them, even if they couldn't cast a spell, they would have continued to wrestle together with only fists and teeth.

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

Professor McGonagall turned cold: "Another fifty points will be deducted from Gryffindor!"

"Slytherin did it first!" George snapped his brother's mouth. "Fred is still speechless."

"Slytherin will deduct another fifty points!" Professor McGonagall gritted his teeth.

Slytherin spat: "Professor, will Potter be expelled? He made a move on Professor Snape and cut him off"

"I think your headmaster should have explained to you?" Dumbledore looked at him and interrupted him gently.

The Slytherin gritted his teeth: "But how could Professor Snape release the spell and cut off his own arm?"

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

The Slytherins fell silent.

Think back to the day-to-day exchanges between Professor Snape and Mr. Potter.

The words are sharp, wishing that every sentence can gouge out a piece of meat from the other party.

If only Potter did it.

In any case, they couldn't find a reason for Snape to shield Potter.

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

Dumbledore turned to leave.

Professor McGonagall stared at them with a serious face, preventing the professors from fighting with their back feet as soon as they left.

Under the canopy.

Dumbledore came over: "Harry, I think"

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

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

Hermione conjured another bench, and she sat on one end, with Harry on her lap, breathing slowly, as if she had fallen asleep.

Dumbledore nodded, conjured up a chair, sat down too, occasionally thought of something, and said it out, making himself laugh, but the others didn't laugh, Hermione was expressionless and focused on watching the chair floating in front of her. Crookshanks yawned, Hedwig cooed dissatisfied, and only Ron smirked a few times to accompany him.

until the evening.

Harry woke up.

He raised his head and looked outside the canopy. The setting sun gradually melted into the Forbidden Forest.

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

Harry nodded: "You've been waiting here?"

The imprint under the chair is not shallow, and there are messy drag marks, which will appear after sitting for a long time.

"I'm worried about you," Dumbledore said softly.

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

"He won't connect his hands." Dumbledore looked at the castle. "And he is a master of potions, and he can take care of his injuries."

"I'm not really hurt." Harry took the sorting hat, turned it inside, and took out the troll leather armor that had been out for a long time to replace the tattered suit on his body, "You don't need to tell me anything, just to comfort me I."

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

The Sorting Hat hummed a tune.

Crookshanks slapped it up with a paw.

Waiting for Harry to return to the castle.

A burst of violent cheers erupted from the Gryffindor table, and Slytherin cast a stern look, like a knife, wishing to pierce Harry's body.

In the teacher's seat.

In Snape's absence, Professor McGonagall held his wand, ready for emergencies.

This tense atmosphere was maintained until before the holiday.

Inside Lupine's office.

Sirius rubbed his hands, his eyes brightened: "Did you really cut off the snot-nosed hand?"

Harry nodded.

"What a great job!" Sirius praised him, "I see how he lost his hand now, how can he grab materials from me?"

"Even if he loses a hand, you still can't beat him." Harry interrupted him, expressionless.

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

Lupine also interrupted him, with the same expressionless face: "Do you think we will be Harry's opponent if we fight together?"

Thinking about winter, Sirius hesitated: "Should?"

"It should be resolved within ten minutes." Lupine recognized the reality for him, "Harry is very powerful now."

Sirius curled his lips: "I really can't beat the snotling who broke a hand?"

Harry nodded.

Sirius gritted his teeth: "It seems that I really have to go to Professor Flitwick for a supplementary class. I want to go with Professor Flitwick this summer vacation."

Lupine sighed, doubting that, and continued packing.

Harry turned his head and looked at the empty office: "Uncle Remus, don't you still have to come back next year, and it's so clean."

Lupine froze for a moment, smiled wryly and shook his head.

"You won't be serving at the school next year?" Harry was taken aback, a little surprised, "Professor Dumbledore is really demented? Your level is widely praised, and even Slytherins think you are outstanding."

"I've been reported." Lupine sighed, pulled over his chair, and sat down. "Professor Dumbledore sent me a letter. Someone revealed my identity to the Daily Prophet. He suppressed it for me. If you continue to work in the school, I'm afraid it will be "

Sirius fell silent.

Harry frowned: "Slytherin reported? Because of Snape?"

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

"Besides those sticky bugs, who else could it be?" Sirius stood up and waved his fist, his tone excited, "It's not easy for you, Remus, to find a job, they"

"Perhaps the young wizards can rest assured, but their parents must not." Lupine shook his head. He was very calm. In fact, knowing what happened to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor in the past two years, he can safely leave this year. He was already very satisfied, "I am a werewolf after all."

Sirius was silent.

"Uncle Remus, perhaps, you can ask Mr. Weasley for help." Harry reminded him.

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

The Weasleys were better than themselves.

But just raising such a big family is very stretched.

Harry shook his head: "No, I'm not talking about Mr. Arthur Weasley, I'm talking about George and Fred."

"They?" Lupine frowned, he was deeply impressed by these two brothers who were as mischievous as James and Sirius.

"They want to open a joke shop, but they are only in the fifth grade." Harry briefly introduced, "I have some investment in them, and they are very talented in alchemy and pranks, aren't they?"