Hogwarts: The Savior's Strong Cousin

Dumbledore was stunned. He only knew that Dudley was incredibly strong, but he didn't know that this guy was so strong that he could withstand the effect of the petrification curse and almost pull out the Whomping Willow completely.

This feat was difficult to achieve even for a thick-skinned giant. After all, these stupid, big, clumsy guys, although they had almost no brain capacity, knew pain. How could they, like Dudley, withstand the Whomping Willow's violent attack and slow down the attack of this magical plant just by punching and kicking?

It looked like Dudley was badly injured, but how deep was Dumbledore's vision? He could tell at a glance that these bloody injuries were actually just some flesh pain, and there was no injury to the bones. One or two drops of white mulberry essence could solve the problem, which was nothing for a wizard.

What about the almost invincible Whomping Willow?

Broken branches and willow twigs were scattered all over the ground. The thick trunk was bulging and dented. There was a gap as big as a child's head. It was hit particularly hard. Fragrant sap slowly flowed from the wounds. Even Dumbledore was a little dazed. Even though he was knowledgeable, it was the first time he smelled the sap of the Whomping Willow. He thought it would be a valuable raw material for some kind of potion.

If the Whomping Willow could talk, it would probably have insulted Dudley's descendants ten generations down from the Dursleys' ancestors, complaining and grumbling at the same time.

Too bad it can't.

All the remaining branches were huddled together, completely losing their usual arrogance and unreasonableness. Instead, they looked very well-behaved, clearly a large tree with luxuriant branches and leaves. At this moment, the feeling given to everyone was as if it was still the small sapling it was at the beginning, weak, pitiful, haggard, and a little aggrieved from malnutrition.

"Severus, the antidote."

"Filius, my friend, please use the Levitation Charm to move our terrible Dudley away from the tree."

Soon, Dudley's solidified body floated up, but with such weight, plus the magical resistance of his giant bloodline, Professor Flitwick, the dueling champion in his youth, couldn't help but sweat profusely. Then he moved the hero who uprooted the Whomping Willow away from the poor Whomping Willow and to the crowd.

Professor Snape reluctantly took out a small bottle, which contained a potion made with mandrake, specifically used to remove the petrification effect. He dropped two drops on Dudley's forehead. In less than two snaps of his fingers, Dudley shook his head vigorously and stepped on the ground.

"You bastard... um, haha, all the respected professors are here?"

Harry and Ron saw that their cousin Dudley's tall and strong figure had miraculously shortened by a few inches. Dudley's face was full of smiles, as if the vicious look as if he wanted to eat the Whomping Willow alive did not come from him at all.

"Mr. Dursley, you… forget it."

"Although the Whomping Willow is considered a public asset of Hogwarts, this guy's character is indeed too violent, and the roots were not damaged. I will not deduct any points from Gryffindor."

"But a few young gentlemen still need a little discipline."

Dumbledore made a quick decision. Ron and Harry sighed and turned around to take the luggage out of the car, only to find that the turquoise sedan, which was in tatters just now, had disappeared at some point. All the luggage was neatly stacked beside them, including Hedwig, who was still a little frightened in the cage.

"It's over for us."

Ron shuddered.

"Who knows."

Harry pushed his broken glasses in distress. As expected, the glasses that had been repaired by Mr. Weasley in Diagon Alley were once again damaged.

Ten minutes later, in Professor McGonagall's office.

Dudley breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, they were not in Snape's dark and damp office which was like a snake's nest. Otherwise, having to endure the sarcasm of this Slytherin professor, Dudley was afraid that he would strike out again.

"The Ford Anglia can fly! Muggles are amazed!"

"Two Muggles in London were convinced they saw an old sedan flying over the Post Office building..."

"Mrs. Hetty Baileys drying clothes in Norfolk at noon..."

"Mr. Angus Friis of Peebles called the police and stated that..."

"Six or seven Muggles in total."

Professor McGonagall closed the Daily Prophet and showed the big headline to the three of them.

Snape on the side was so happy that he was going crazy, shrugging his shoulders, which made Dudley extremely angry.

"Mr. Weasley, your father seems to work in the Office of Misuse of Muggle Artifacts?"

"This incident must never happen again, understand?"

"Now, tell me, why did you do this?"

The fire in the fireplace was roaring, bringing a modicum of warmth, which also emboldened Ron and Harry.

Although Professor McGonagall is very strict, it is better than being caught by the petty Severus Snape, right?

"…We can't get on the train, dear professor. There's really nothing we can do."

Ron told the whole story, starting with the hilarious scene where they ran into a wall at the train station.

"An owl should be able to deliver mail faster than three of you daring guys driving all the way from London, right? Mr. Potter, I remember that you have an owl?"

Professor McGonagall said coldly, and Harry and Ron immediately lowered their heads in embarrassment.

Or are they proper Gryffindors?

I was so busy that I forgot to report this matter.

"Okay, this matter ends here. Fortunately, it didn't cause a bigger impact."

"I will write to your families tonight, and I must warn you..."

"If you behave like this again, you will be expelled."

Dumbledore's voice came quickly, and to Harry and Ron it sounded like an angel. Snape's face fell immediately, as if he had heard that Christmas was cancelled.

"Professor Dumbledore, these three students... ignored the "Law on Reasonable Restraint of Underage Wizards" and caused serious, almost destructive damage to a very precious ancient tree..."

"Let Professor McGonagall decide. After all, all three of them are Gryffindors, not Slytherins, aren't they, Severus?"

"I must get back to the party. There's a custard pie that looks delicious. I'd like to try it."

Dumbledore was very calm, and did not show the momentary surprise he had just shown when he saw Dudley angrily pulling out the Whomping Willow.

Or is it that old people are cunning and old horses are crafty?

Dudley watched Snape leave the office angrily, but he was secretly happy.

Look, the meaning of tsundere is to suffer humiliation.