Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

When the three men walked under the Whomping Willow, the sun had already set. Darkness covered the earth like a pressing curtain. The moonlight poured down from the thin clouds, scattering into fragmented points of light, reflecting on the tense faces of the three men.

"We have to hurry." Cedric said.

His eyes glanced at Harry and Amanta behind him, and he quickened his pace a little.

The branches of the Whomping Willow swayed in the breeze. Although it looked tall and scary, it didn't seem to be threatening at all. However, at this moment, Harry accidentally brushed against a low-hanging branch.

At that moment, the Whomping Willow, which had been motionless, suddenly leaped up.

The branches swept towards them like violent tentacles.

"Harry! What have you done?"

Amanta shouted, and she quickly stepped back, only to be grazed by a branch on her shoulder, causing her to gasp in pain.

"I do not--"

Just as Harry was about to argue, he was swept by another branch and stumbled out.

Cedric immediately took out his wand and shouted decisively: "Petrify everyone! Imprison them immediately! Fall to the ground!"

He shouted a spell, but it dissipated the moment it touched the bark, and the Whomping Willow remained intact.

"It's useless!" He gritted his teeth, turned around quickly and shouted to the two of them: "The bark of the Whomping Willow can resist most spells! Unless you find that scar!"

"Scar? Which scar?"

Harry got up in a panic, looking around in fear, as if looking for a life-saving straw.

"Near its root!" Cedric answered with difficulty while waving his wand to resist the attack of the branches. "It is said that... the Whomping Willow will stop if it is touched by that scar!"

“Who knows where it is!”

Harry yelled, frantically dodging branches whipped from all directions, his face full of anger and panic, "We'll be killed before we find it!"

"Stop talking! Look carefully." Amanta shouted calmly.

Even as she was still dodging the Whomping Willow's attacks, her eyes were still as sharp as a knife, cutting through the madly waving branches, trying to find the scar on the tree.

At this moment——

Suddenly, a small object jumped out of Harry's pocket.

A chocolate frog fluttered into the air and quickly hit a bump on a branch.

Suddenly, the frantic Whomping Willow stopped moving, its branches drooping stiffly, as if it had been cast under a spell and could not move.

"This……"

Cedric widened his eyes and looked at the scar caused by the chocolate frog in disbelief: "I was actually... touched by this chocolate frog."

"This is the latest variety of Chocolate Frog." Harry panted, a smile showing after surviving a disaster on his face, "A new model from Honeydukes, and it comes with a bunch of tango-dancing cockroaches. I bought several bags -"

"Harry!" Amanta interrupted him, "Go in first."

She stared intently at the root of the Whomping Willow, and a corner of the extremely secret passage was already revealed.

"follow me."

She grabbed Harry's collar without mercy and dragged him into the secret passage.

"Hey! I--" Harry's protest was forcibly cut off, and he could only stumble forward following Amanta. Cedric took one last look at the stationary Whomping Willow behind him, and followed her into the secret passage.

And the moment they left, a faint and strange fragrance seemed to pass by in the night breeze.