Chapter 43: Am I a Druid?

"Oh! My Merlin!"

Hagrid, holding bags of food, stood blankly on the path. He had just come over from the hunting ground, preparing to patrol the school and the surrounding Forbidden Forest.

There were always little wizards who liked to appear in this range.

He liked to eat while patrolling around.

But today, it was undoubtedly the most shocking day since Hagrid became the gamekeeper! He saw a huge tree spirit!

A student was standing under the tree monster, not only was he not hurt, but he was also very docile!

"What on earth is this?" Hagrid put down the food and tried to lean toward Chu Yang, but the Whomping Willow mistook him for wanting to hurt Chu Yang and backhanded Hagrid, who had giant blood, and flew him out!

Hagrid fell directly into the bushes next to him.

Seeing Hagrid being slapped away, Chu Yang interrupted the output of magic power, grabbed the branches of the Whomping Willow, and roared, "Don't hit people at every turn!"

The interruption of magic power made the Whomping Willow, which had just been born with "intelligence," feel panicked and angry. It instinctively used branches to entangle Chu Yang, forcing him to produce more magic power to supply itself.

"I am willing to give it to you, then you can have it. If I am not willing to give it to you, you have to wait for me obediently!" Chu Yang hated those pets that were fed full on weekdays and bit back at their masters at critical moments.

Chu Yang beats a dog that guards food every time he sees it, letting it understand what a master is!

While Hagrid fell into the bushes, Chu Yang tore the branches wrapped around him, jumped up and landed next to the Whomping Willow, and gave the trunk a powerful 【Shark Tile Straight Fist】! Click~ The trunk of the Whomping Willow was like a broken mirror, and countless cracks cracked from the fist mark left by Chu Yang.

The fear of death made the "intelligence" of the Whomping Willow feel a strong threat. It was like an animal, trembling and crawling on the ground to show submission.

Only then did Chu Yang spare its life.

Using magic power to help it restore the cracks on the surface of its body, hit it with a stick and give it a sweet date.

"Its strength is really great." Hagrid wailed and crawled out of the bushes.

With his physique, he was still dizzy after this blow.

However, curiosity about the Whomping Willow made Hagrid temporarily ignore all physical discomfort. He stumbled over.

"Can you make your pet calm down? I have no malice!" Hagrid shouted at Chu Yang.

"It's okay, you can come over!" Chu Yang explained, "This is the school's Whomping Willow, not my pet."

"Whomping Willow?" Hagrid looked at the Whomping Willow, which had nearly doubled in size, and muttered, "Are you kidding me? Is this thing a Whomping Willow? It's more like a Killing Willow..."

Hearing Hagrid's unfriendly remarks.

The Whomping Willow shook its huge body to show its dissatisfaction.

"Oh! Oh! Calm down! Calm down!"

Hagrid raised his hands high and begged for mercy repeatedly. He didn't want to be slapped again.

The next second, the Whomping Willow calmed down.

"It can understand what I say?" Hagrid was stunned for a moment, then showed a look of ecstasy, "It is actually communicating with me. This has exceeded the scope of plants. It is an animal! It is a magical creature!"

As a fanatic of magical creatures, Hagrid fell in love with this big tree instantly and generously forgave its behavior of slapping him just now! Hitting is kissing, scolding is loving. That was just a little coquetry it performed on him, it didn't hurt at all!

Hagrid thought while grinning at the wound on his body. He rushed to Chu Yang's side, hugged the trunk, and rubbed against it comfortably.

A complete pervert behavior, which made Chu Yang's hair stand on end.

The Whomping Willow didn't seem to be very happy either, shaking and standing up, shaking its body like shaking off lice, trying to shake Hagrid off.

Hagrid crawled on the ground all the way and fell to the ground, looking up with a grin.

He found that Chu Yang was tightly protected by branches and was fine.

"How can it treat people differently?" Hagrid looked at the Whomping Willow with a broken heart. He clearly didn't care about the past, so why didn't he get any benefits? In the sunset, a few figures were approaching here.

"Mr. Chu Yang, I am glad to see you are safe, but can you explain why the Whomping Willow I planted with my own hands has become like this?" Dumbledore, wearing a silver robe, walked slowly, followed by Professor McGonagall.

Chu Yang jumped off the Whomping Willow, walked to Dumbledore, and bowed slightly, "I don't know the specific reason, but it should be that my magic power affected it, Headmaster Dumbledore."

"Magic power?" Dumbledore suddenly realized, and then said with a complex expression, "It seems that we still lack the necessary understanding of your magic power and underestimated its influence on plants, especially rare magical plants."

"When Sprout told me about your performance in the wand shop, I should have thought of this layer. It was my negligence..."

As he spoke, Dumbledore walked toward the Whomping Willow. His eyes, like the starry sky, kept observing the state of the Whomping Willow.

Professor McGonagall and Chu Yang followed him quietly.

The impact of the whole day made this elderly Deputy Headmistress physically and mentally exhausted.

Professor McGonagall seemed to have aged several years.

She didn't have the strength to reason with Chu Yang, but still praised, "At the critical moment, you left the chance of escape to your classmates and then led the Whomping Willow away alone. Although it was a bit reckless, this is also a very noble quality. Therefore, Slytherin adds ten points."

Dumbledore suddenly turned back and smiled, "I personally add ten points to Slytherin. You didn't let me down, Mr. Chu Yang."

Chu Yang shrugged, "Thank you for the generosity of the Headmaster and the professor. I think the students of Slytherin will be very happy."

"Yesterday it was the Sorting Hat, today it is the Whomping Willow. You always give me some surprises. However, Mr. Chu Yang, I sincerely hope to hear that you are studying quietly tomorrow. This is the wish of a centenarian."

Dumbledore, who was very kind in the last second, suddenly became serious and warned, "Also, don't let your classmates sleep on the floor anymore. If this continues, the beds in the second-floor infirmary will not be enough!"

"In just two days, the number of patients in Slytherin alone has made that place overcrowded! Do you want to paralyze the school hospital?"

Chu Yang shrugged and said very innocently, "I can't decide this matter. It depends on whether they can stop. After all, I am not the one who started the trouble. You are the one who asked me to fight back. Unless you give me a single room."

Dumbledore was speechless and felt very tired.

He felt that perhaps he shouldn't have persuaded Chu Yang to go to Slytherin from the beginning.

Originally, he thought Chu Yang would use his talent to change Slytherin's perception of Muggles bit by bit and reshape their self-righteous pride, but he didn't expect him to use his fists!

Fighting is also a talent, and it is simple and violent! Wizards don't use wands but use fists to solve problems...

It belongs to a melee wizard.