If only the Whomping Willow could hear the laughter, it would’ve responded in kind by giving the young man a loud roar of disgust. Instead, it flicked the boy off to the side with its stone armour, and a good branch slam a few inches away from the fallen figure only to be swatted away. Enraged, the same branch backed away to give the boy a final sweep to knock him out completely, but strangely, the quick sweeping motion turned into a slow one.

Sensing with its roots, the Whomping Willow could feel the intruder’s presence zig-zagging his way to the other side. With it’s cursed branch still moving slowly, the right branch quickly backed away and curled up, missing the immobilising spell. The Whomping Willow slammed its mobile branch on the ground crushing all the remaining potion ingredients it held, ready to sweep the boy off of his feet and into the distance.

Surely, you have the strength to stop this incoming attack, but if you’ve been paying attention, you just might see a dark hole at the base of the infamous tree, and the knot right above it.

As a Hogwartian, you definitely know what to do...right?