Chapter 151 What did he do to you!

The dark clouds dispersed and the heavy rain stopped.

The mermaids in the black lake carefully poked their heads out, and the big squid also emerged with a tentacle.

"Do you want to take your hand back?" Dumbledore waved his wand and his left hand flew over. The fracture was flat and still fresh, with blood spilling out.

Snape shook his head without saying a word. He staggered up from the ground, grabbed his arm and held it in his arms. However, before he could take a few steps, he fell again and fell to the ground. He struggled and used only his own strength.

The remaining hand was supporting the ground.

Dumbledore is 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 a few hundred meters, which usually took less than a few minutes, but he stumbled all the way and was in a state of embarrassment. It took him more than ten minutes to reach the gate of the castle.

The little wizards who were watching did not dare to look directly at him.

The Slytherins looked at it in disbelief. In their eyes, except for the fact that his hair was a little greasy and he didn't pay much attention to his image, how could the dean, who had always been so elegant and graceful, be so embarrassed 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?"

"I made a mistake in casting the spell accidentally." Snape's voice was cold.

The Slytherins were stunned.

How can it be!

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

"Professor." Another Slytherin shouted.

But before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Snape: "I am usually too indulgent towards you, and my brains have degenerated into monsters one by one, and I have been stuffed with more than ten kilograms of owl dung? Don't you understand what I said?

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"Now, go back!"

"Don't get together like monkeys."

The little snakes made way for him and watched as Snape, holding on to the wall, staggered and disappeared on 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 with a jumping face.

"The viper broke one of his hands."

"Today is such a good day!"

A Slytherin drew his wand.

"Lock the tongue and seal the throat!"

The curse was directed at Fred who was singing, leaving him with his mouth open and unable to spit out any sound.

The little lions immediately fought back.

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

When it came to the dean, they fought fiercely.

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

Dumbledore, who turned back and walked over, was about to say something to Harry, and then rushed to the castle gate with Professor McGonagall.

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?"

"A hundred points will be deducted from Gryffindor and Slytherin! And when you come back from vacation, each of you will be in confinement for a month, and I will let Mr. Filch educate you."

Little lions and little snakes are not afraid of punishment at all.

They bared their teeth.

If Dumbledore hadn't used magic to control them, they would have continued to fight with each other even if they couldn't cast spells and only used 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 from Gryffindor!"

"It was Slytherin who made the first move!" George pried his brother's mouth, "Fred is still speechless."

"Another fifty points will be deducted from Slytherin!" Professor McGonagall gritted her teeth.

Slytherin spat: "Professor, will Potter be expelled? He attacked Professor Snape and chopped off"

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

The Slytherin gritted his teeth: "But how could Professor Snape cast a spell to 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 protect Potter.

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The Slytherins fell silent.

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

His words are sharp, and he wishes he could cut a piece of flesh out of the other party with every word he speaks.

If it was really Potter who did it.

They couldn't find a reason for Snape to protect Potter.

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

Dumbledore turned and left.

Professor McGonagall stared at them with a serious face to prevent the professors from starting to fight again as soon as they stepped forward - it's not that this kind of thing has never happened, Professor McGonagall knew their nature well.

Under the awning.

Dumbledore came over: "Harry, I want to"

"Professor, would you please let Harry rest?" Hermione raised her head and interrupted Dumbledore.

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

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

Dumbledore nodded, conjured 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's expression was expressionless, and she concentrated on watching the things floating in front of her.

While reading the book, Crookshanks yawned, Hedwig cooed dissatisfied, and only Ron giggled a few times.

Until night.

Harry wakes up.

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

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

Harry nodded: "Have you been waiting here?"

The mark under the chair is not shallow, and there are messy drag marks, which only 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 can't reconnect the hand." Dumbledore looked at the castle, "And he is a potion master and can take care of his own injuries."

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

I."

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 tune.

Crookshanks slapped him with his paw.

Wait until Harry returns to the castle.

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

At the teacher's desk.
To be continued...