Simultaneous Transmigration: From Japanese Anime to American Comics

Chapter 44: Dumbledore Feels Exhausted

"Oh! Merlin's beard!"

Hagrid stood frozen on the path, his arms laden with packages of food. He had just come from the grounds, preparing to patrol the areas around the school and the Forbidden Forest.

There were always some young wizards who liked to venture into these areas.

He enjoyed snacking while keeping watch.

But today was undoubtedly the most shocking day since Hagrid became the groundskeeper!

He saw a giant tree spirit!

Beneath the tree was a student, and not only was the tree not harming him, but it also seemed quite docile!

"What in the world is this?" Hagrid put down his food and tried to approach Chu Yang, only to be mistaken by the Whomping Willow as a threat. It lashed out and sent the half-giant Hagrid flying into the bushes with one swipe!

Hagrid crashed into a nearby thicket.

Seeing Hagrid sent flying, Chu Yang stopped supplying magic power. He grabbed one of the Whomping Willow's branches angrily and shouted, "Stop hitting people all the time!"

The interruption of magic made the newly "intelligent" Whomping Willow feel both panicked and angry. Instinctively, it tried to wrap its branches around Chu Yang, forcing him to supply more magic.

"I'll give you magic when I want to, and if I don't want to, you'd better behave and wait!" In his previous life, Chu Yang hated those well-fed pets that would bite their owners at crucial moments.

Whenever he saw food-aggressive dogs, Chu Yang would hit them, teaching them what it meant to have a master!

While Hagrid was still in the bushes, Chu Yang tore apart the branches wrapped around him, leaped up, and landed next to the Whomping Willow's trunk. He aimed a powerful Shark Tile True Fist right at it!

Crack!

The Whomping Willow's trunk cracked like a shattered mirror, with countless fractures spreading from the spot where Chu Yang had struck.

The fear of death made the newly intelligent Whomping Willow feel an overwhelming sense of threat. Like an animal, it trembled and lay down on the ground, showing submission.

Only then did Chu Yang spare its life.

Using his magic to help repair the surface cracks on its body, he gave it a sweet reward after the harsh punishment.

"It sure packs a punch." Hagrid groaned as he crawled out of the bushes.

Even with his massive frame, that hit left him dizzy.

However, his curiosity about the Whomping Willow temporarily made him forget all his physical discomfort. Staggering, he walked over.

"Can you calm down your pet? I mean no harm!" Hagrid called to Chu Yang.

"It's fine. Come on over!" Chu Yang explained, "This is the school's Whomping Willow, not my pet."

"The Whomping Willow?" Hagrid stared in disbelief at the now almost twice as large tree. He muttered, "Are you kidding me? This thing can't be the Whomping Willow! It's more like the Murder Willow..."

Hearing Hagrid's less-than-friendly remark, the Whomping Willow swayed its enormous body in dissatisfaction.

"Oh! Oh! Calm down! Please calm down!"

Hagrid raised his hands in surrender, not wanting to get hit again.

The next second, the Whomping Willow settled down.

"Can it understand me?" Hagrid froze for a moment, then his face lit up with joy. "It's actually communicating with me! This goes beyond being a plant; it's an animal! A magical creature!"

As a fanatical lover of magical creatures, Hagrid immediately fell in love with the tree and generously forgave it for smacking him earlier!

Hitting and cursing, after all, was just "its" way of showing affection. It didn't hurt a bit!

Grimacing from his injuries, Hagrid thought with a grin.

He rushed over to Chu Yang, hugged the tree trunk, and rubbed against it affectionately.

Chu Yang felt a chill down his spine watching Hagrid's absurd behavior.

The Whomping Willow seemed equally displeased, shaking its body as if trying to shake off lice, attempting to throw Hagrid off.

Hagrid tumbled to the ground, wincing as he looked up.

He saw Chu Yang completely protected by the tree's branches, unharmed.

"How can it treat us so differently?" Hagrid thought sorrowfully as he stared at the Whomping Willow. Despite forgiving it, he hadn't gotten any benefits in return!

In the glow of the setting sun, several figures approached.

"Mr. Chu Yang, I'm glad to see you're unharmed. But could you please explain why the Whomping Willow I planted with my own hands has turned out like this?" Dumbledore, dressed in a silver robe, walked over slowly, with Professor McGonagall following behind.

Chu Yang jumped down from the Whomping Willow and bowed slightly in front of Dumbledore. "I'm not entirely sure, Headmaster, but it seems my magic power affected it."

"Magic power?" Dumbledore suddenly understood. His expression grew complicated as he said, "It seems we underestimated the influence your magic could have on plants, especially rare magical ones."

"When Sprout told me about your performance at the wand shop, I should have realized this. I've been too careless..."

As he spoke, Dumbledore walked towards the Whomping Willow, his eyes, like the night sky, carefully observing its condition.

Professor McGonagall and Chu Yang quietly followed behind him.

After the shocks of the day, the elderly Deputy Headmistress was both mentally and physically exhausted.

Professor McGonagall looked as though she had aged several years.

She didn't even have the energy to scold Chu Yang, though she did manage to praise him. "In a moment of crisis, you gave your classmates a chance to escape and lured the Whomping Willow away by yourself. Though it was reckless, it was also a noble act. Therefore, ten points to Slytherin."

Dumbledore turned around and smiled. "I'll personally add ten more points to Slytherin. You haven't disappointed me, Mr. Chu Yang."

Chu Yang shrugged and said, "Thank you for your generosity, Headmaster and Professor. I'm sure the Slytherins will be quite happy."

"First, it was the Sorting Hat yesterday, and now the Whomping Willow today. You always manage to surprise me. But Mr. Chu Yang, I truly hope that tomorrow I'll hear you simply attended your classes quietly. That's the wish of an old man approaching a hundred years of age."

One second Dumbledore was kind and amiable, but suddenly he turned serious, warning, "Also, don't let your classmates sleep on the floor anymore. If this keeps up, the beds in the second-floor hospital wing will soon run out!"

"In just two days, the number of patients from Slytherin has filled the place! Do you want to bring the school infirmary to a halt?"

Chu Yang shrugged, looking very innocent. "I'm not the one instigating things, Headmaster. It depends on whether they can behave themselves. After all, I'm not the one picking fights, and it was you who told me to fight back. Unless, of course, you give me a private dorm room."

Dumbledore was left speechless and felt utterly drained.

He began to wonder if he should have advised Chu Yang to join Slytherin in the first place.

He had thought Chu Yang would use his talents to gradually change Slytherin's perception of Muggles, to reshape their misplaced pride. But instead, Chu Yang was using his fists!

Fighting, it seemed, was also a talent—simple and violent!

A wizard solving problems with fists instead of wands...

A true close-combat wizard.