Can't Even Use the Cutting Curse Anymore?

Just as Wizet had predicted, the Forbidden Forest riot ultimately turned into a large-scale practical lesson.

The first thing Dumbledore did upon his return was to imprison several enormous Troll and burn a small portion of the Acromantula to ashes.

With these hidden dangers eliminated, the remaining Magical creature were no match for them.

It would be extremely difficult for them to truly break through the defenses formed by Magical Plants, armor, statues, and the professor.

With his appearance, the students were energized. Those who had originally planned to stay in the Great Hall were willing to come out and face these Magical creature with the professors.

The professors were happy to see this, and occasionally they would miss a few Magical creature, leaving the students to deal with them.

During this process, the Gryffindor students saw another side of their headmaster.

Professor McGonagall was exceptionally enthusiastic, constantly reminding the students inside the defensive line that if they encountered any Magical creature they couldn't deal with, they should tell her.

Once a student cries for help, expressing a sense of relief or saying something like "That was close!" or "I almost got hit," an armored figure or statue will descend from the sky, easily knocking the corresponding Magical creature unconscious.

Faced with this situation, Fred's expression turned strange. "George, don't you think Professor McGonagall is acting a bit... strangely?"

"Abnormal? Petrificus Totalus!" George restrained a Red Cap that had slipped in. "It feels a bit like... like when we were messing around with Magical Fireworks together?"

"Where did Harry go? Why isn't he back yet?" Ron looked around, overhearing Fred and George's conversation and noticing Professor McGonagall's expression.

"What Professor McGonagall is doing right now... feels like I'm playing Wizard's Chess... Ah! How cool would it be if I could play such a large-scale Wizard's Chess!"

"Mr. Weasley. Ron Weasley!" Professor McGonagall suddenly called out.

"Oh no!" Ron instinctively shrank back. "Professor McGonagall is definitely going to scold me and tell me to stop thinking about playing Wizard's Chess all the time..."

"Come over here and keep an eye on things for me..." Professor McGonagall said. "If you see any students who need help, let me know immediately!"

Ron paused, then scratched his ear, as if he couldn't believe what he had just heard. "Huh? Professor McGonagall, what did you just say?"

Professor McGonagall continued, "At the end of last school year, Headmaster Dumbledore praised you for your work on Wizard's Chess. Now is the time for you to showcase your talents!"

Watching Ron scratch his head and walk forward, Fred said uncertainly, "Does this mean... we've matched the code?"

"I guess so?" George whistled. "Why worry about it so much! Anyway, Professor McGonagall is much more approachable now!"

The last Augurey back to the Forbidden Forest, and the Forbidden Forest finally calmed down.

Professor McGonagall displayed extraordinary physical strength and energy. She told the other professors to go back and rest, while she stayed behind to keep watch and prevent any possible escapees, ensuring that the riot was completely over.

As the students left the lawn and the Great Hall, they saw the patrolling armored figures and statues at the end of the lawn and couldn't help but feel a deep respect for Professor McGonagall.

The next morning, Professor McGonagall greeted the bright morning light and waved her wand to put the armor and statue back in their places.

The students, drawn by the noise, saw Professor McGonagall Professor McGonagall radiant and developed even greater respect for her.

For the next period of time, the lessons related to those magical creatures were conducted outside the castle.

In Care of Magical Creatures class, Silvanus Kettleburn uses them as examples to teach students how to deal with these Magical creature if they encounter them off-campus.

The same was true for Potions Class; Snape led the older students out of the classroom and into the meadow to conduct outdoor lessons.

Since a conflict has occurred, casualties are inevitable, and those Magical Energy Field preserve the corpses of various Magical creature.

The senior students participating in the outdoor classes were required to decompose and process the corpses under Snape's guidance.

Many older students were initially full of confidence, even practicing the Cutting Curse with their wands, looking eager to try it out;

However, when they saw Snape raise his wand and dissect the Magical creature with a blank expression, meticulously dissecting each part, their confidence suddenly vanished.

"Got a good look?" Snape picked up a white cloth and slowly wiped the blood from his hands. "Next... it's your turn. Four people per group, let's begin!"

Looking at the Magical creature lying on the platform, the senior students exchanged bewildered glances. They stiffly raised their wands, like freshmen who had just learned the Cutting Curse, and shakily began to slice open the Magical creature's fur.

Next came the moment Snape had been most looking forward to...

"Are you dissecting or abusing someone? You've wasted such a precious opportunity!"

"Ah... you've been at Hogwarts for five or six years... and you're still at this level? I seriously doubt whether you're even wizards!"

"I can help you apply to go back to first grade and learn the Cutting Curse again. Can't you even pronounce the spell properly? It should be 'Riddikulus'! 'Riddikulus'!"

"I'll tell you... do you think a freshman could accomplish all this? Make sure your eyes are tightly closed when you sleep at night! Otherwise, I think... you'll see them turn into Ghost, floating around in front of you!"

Around noon, the senior students who had finished their Potions Class returned to the castle. They all looked the same, pale and listless.

They staggered toward the Great Hall, bumping into several unfamiliar wizards.

The wizards seemed to be in a hurry and, without arguing with them, grumbled as they walked up the marble stairs.

"Those wizards spoke so rudely!"

Some students frowned in dissatisfaction.

"Etc!"

Suddenly, some students realized what was happening.

"Those wizards... have we met them before?"

"I feel like I've seen it before... somewhere I've seen it before..."

Some students looked up and saw the gemstone rings on the hands of those unfamiliar wizards.

"I remember now! It's them! They're from the Board of Governors!"

"They're definitely here to cause trouble for Headmaster Dumbledore again! It's so annoying!"

With the wizards diverting their attention, the older students finally recovered somewhat and rushed to the Great Hall to share the unexpected news.

They knew the way from the Great Hall to the Hufflepuff table all too well, and soon arrived at the Hufflepuff table, where they recounted what they had just seen and heard.

As the students left the classroom after class, they all noticed the menacing group of wizards.

Watching them arrive at the Gargoyle Statue, ascend the spiral staircase, and gradually disappear from sight.

Led by Parkinson and Yaxley, the School Governor pounded on the Headmaster's Office door. "Dumbledore, I think we need an explanation!"

They were greeted with a very calm "Please come in"...