Hogwarts: The Savior's Strong Cousin

The Whomping Willow is a beautiful landscape outside Hogwarts Castle.

Most people don't know why a plant older than life is planted here - it is irritable and violent. Anything that hits its trunk will be beaten mercilessly. The willow branches are several inches thicker than a human arm, and they are extremely powerful. After so many years of growth, this old tree has become more and more sturdy and strong, and it is naturally merciless when it attacks.

Just like the poor green sedan that is being beaten madly now.

Although the iron sheet was strong enough, compared with this magical plant that could not be understood by common sense, it was still as weak as a target. On the thick branches were countless willow branches, which hit the car violently like hail. Harry and Ron both let out earth-shattering screams, although most of the attacks from the Whomping Willow were borne by the flying car.

The tree trunk was bent into a bow shape, and the roof of the car was dented.

"Run—"

Ron yelled and tried his best to push open the car door, but an extremely tricky willow branch came over, like several strands twisted into one, and threw a vicious uppercut, hitting Ron directly.

"Do something, cousin!"

Harry struggled and threw Ron to the ground. The two of them fell to the ground in a daze, leaning against the tree trunk. Fortunately, the soil was soft and did not cause them to suffer head injuries. Even so, the pain in their bodies still made the two teenagers roll around crying.

"You boy...you bastard!"

Dudley stood up angrily. If Harry had accidentally fallen headfirst onto the ground and broken his neck with a "crack", not to mention that the noseless Voldemort might laugh his teeth off, but he also had the live wire of the "Unbreakable Vow" tied to his wrist. Wouldn't that mean he would die on the spot?

Dudley quickly jumped out of the car, roared, and punched the trunk of the Whomping Willow.

“Hualalalalal!!!”

Of course the tree didn't scream. The Whomping Willow twisted all its branches angrily. At this moment, it gave up all attacks on the car.

A mere wizard, a Muggle who can't even be considered a wizard, actually dared to beat me like this?

The ferocious werewolf who had survived the full moon night in the shed beneath him didn’t dare to do that!

The trunk of the tree was shaking violently, and a dozen thick willow branches twisted together quickly and smashed down heavily on Dudley's back.

"A dead tree dares to fight back?"

"Today I will teach you how to recognize me!"

"Damn it, a million horsepower, D-brother's killing punch!"

Dudley did not dodge or evade, his eyes spewing vicious fire. He swung his right fist heavily, exerting all his strength. His bulging muscles expanded again, and with a "swish", the school uniform robe that had endured hardships that his age should not have endured was torn apart along with the shirt underneath.

"boom!"

When Harry and Ron woke up slowly, they saw a rare sight that they had never seen in their lifetime.

The Whomping Willow bent its trunk and beat Dudley beneath it desperately; while Dudley raised his iron fist and punched the tree trunk mercilessly. Wood chips and cloth strips flew everywhere, and the sky was filled with willow branches and fist shadows.

The two boys looked at each other and immediately saw the shock in each other's eyes.

Ron Weasley later said this in an interview with the entertainment section of the Daily Prophet about this matter.

"Being assault is generally a one-way street."

"The party that has gained an absolute advantage relies on its own strength to attack the opponent."

"We call this assault."

Ron, who witnessed the spectacular scene with his own eyes, sighed with emotion in front of the reporter's camera - with a glass of butterbeer in his hand.

"But those two people - or rather, the strong ones, are different."

"They gave up the protection of their bodies..."

"The attacks from both sides hit the defenseless opponent simultaneously and without reservation."

"So, this behavior can also be called assault."

After taking a sip of the sweet, foamy drink, Ron raised his brows and smiled wryly at the surprised looks of the reporters and photographers.

"What? Why do you think they would do that?"

"Well..."

Ron Weasley, the future master of the levitation spell, manager of Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, and former Auror for two years, smiled in an unfathomable smile.

"I just want to show how strong I am without magic, that's all."

"The Whomping Willow, or Dudley Dursley, both are like that."

"If you don't punch hard, there's no way to express your feelings."

These words were later slandered by some harsh critics as "one of the top ten lines that most tarnished the reputation of wizards in the past hundred years", but there is no doubt that this sentence caused an uproar later.

However, no matter how strong the wind and waves were, they could not outweigh the fierceness of Dudley and the Whomping Willow, who were beating each other without reservation outside the Hogwarts castle.

The grass and soil were blown by the strong wind created by the two men, mixed with pieces of cloth, branches, broken leaves and wood chips. After five minutes, the Whomping Willow finally showed signs of fatigue.

The mottled and thick trunk was so bumpy that its original shape could no longer be recognized. Clear fist marks were left on it. In the deepest fist marks, a very faint sap had already appeared - that was a symbol of being damaged at its origin, meaning that this Whomping Willow, which could easily crush a violent werewolf, had been beaten "bleeding" by a wizard student using pure physical strength.

Dudley's back was covered with purple-black bruises and dark red bloodstains. His giant bloodline, which was so powerful that he was almost immune to magic, also gave him an extremely strong ability to withstand blows. But even so, Dudley was still injured, and for an ordinary person, the injury was so serious that he would have to stay in bed for almost half a year.

The Whomping Willow's attacks were getting slower and slower, but Dudley's fists were getting faster and faster.

"boom!"

With one final loud bang, all the branches of the Whomping Willow curled up, tangled, and drooped in disarray.

It lost, lost to a wizard apprentice who didn't use any magic at all.

There was no "flaming blaze", no "thunder blast", and no infamous "fierce fire".

Only fists!

Harry and Ron were so mesmerized that they didn't even realize that Dumbledore, McGonagall and other professors had appeared beside them at some point.

"You bastard, just give me the defeat!"

"Look, Brother D is going to uproot you and throw you into the Black Lake to chew your teeth!"

All his clothes had been torn to pieces, and Dudley, with his strong muscles naked, laughed strangely. He turned his back to the tree trunk and wrapped his arms tightly around the trunk of the Whomping Willow.

"Dudley Dursley!"

Dumbledore's eyes widened, and without any spell, he cast a petrification spell.

However, it's too late.

The soil on the ground was turned over, and the thick, muddy tree roots, naked and exposed, like the embarrassing and miserable state of the Whomping Willow, were completely presented to everyone.