Professor Sprout bandaged the Whomping Willow very quickly. Several damaged branches were hung with bandages, which looked a little funny, like a person with a broken arm wrapped in plaster and a sling.
However, Albert's focus was more on the cave hidden under the Whomping Willow, the passage leading to the Shrieking Shack in Hogsmeade.
If Professor Sprout wasn't here, he would really like to go in and take a look.
By the way, when Sirius Black broke into Hogwarts, why didn't anyone think that he might be able to bypass Hogwarts' protective magic from here
It was obviously impossible that Professor Sprout had not discovered the cave under the tree.
Forgot
Sure enough, some things cannot be investigated too deeply. Once you investigate too deeply, you will find a lot of loopholes. Maybe, this place was checked before, but Blake had left early.
After all, who would pay special attention to a dog unless someone reminds them
Albert didn't continue thinking about these questions because someone was coming over here. It was Gilderoy Lockhart.
This guy shows up at the perfect time, because Professor Sprout is almost done with the Whomping Willow.
"Good morning, Professor Sprout and Mr. Anderson." Lockhart greeted the two with a cheerful face. "Last night, I heard that the Whomping Willow was seriously injured, so I came to see if I could help heal it. I also encountered many magical plants during my travels."
"I'm almost done with the Whomping Willow, so I won't bother you anymore." Professor Sprout said dryly, obviously a little impatient with Lockhart's appearance.
"No, don't bother. I'm also good at curing magical plants." Lockhart had already taken out his wand and directly cut off some of the broken branches on the tree.
"Be careful, keep your head down!"
An anxious voice suddenly rang in everyone's ears. They saw that the trunk of the Whomping Willow had swept over out of thin air. Lockhart, who was pruning the Whomping Willow with a magic wand, was caught off guard and was hit by the branch. He was thrown out and fell heavily to the ground.
The next moment, more branches fell towards Lockhart on the ground, forcing him to roll to the left in an awkward manner to avoid the heavy blows.
When the Whomping Willow tilted its entire body, ready to use its thick branches to beat Lockhart into a pulp, the violent attack suddenly calmed down, and a crisis was resolved out of thin air.
"Oh my God, are you okay, Professor Lockhart?" Albert asked with a worried look on his face.
Professor Sprout watched his recent achievements being destroyed, then looked at the disheveled Lockhart, and the anger on his face lessened a little.
"Great job, Mr. Anderson. You controlled the Whomping Willow in time. Ten points for Gryffindor." Professor Sprout said to Albert with a smile, "Please send Gilderoy to the school hospital."
"Okay, professor." Albert heard the implication of Professor Sprout's words, waved his wand to summon a stretcher, moved Professor Lockhart, who was lying on the ground groaning, onto the stretcher, and secured him to the stretcher with a belt. When he was about to carry him to the school hospital, he heard Professor Sprout's voice from behind him.
"Very good magic, Mr. Anderson, and ten points for Gryffindor." Professor Sprout was obviously very happy with Lockhart's experience.
There was no doubt that Lockhart was really unpopular with the professor.
"Then I'll go first!" Albert followed the floating stretcher back to the castle.
"Can you put me down, Mr. Anderson?" Lockhart struggled a bit, as if he wanted to get up from the stretcher. He didn't want other students to see his miserable appearance.
"Professor Lockhart, I suggest you don't move. The Whomping Willow hit you hard just now, maybe you broke a few bones." Albert's gentle voice sounded in Lockhart's ears: "Since the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts is always cursed, I think you should let Madam Pomfrey check you, so as to avoid any undiscovered injuries that may lead to your sudden death."
"If it were anyone else, this might not happen, but the cursed dark magic defense is too weird. I suggest you don't do anything dangerous to avoid accidents."
Lockhart's expression suddenly froze. Albert's soft whisper was like a devil, making him shudder.
Yes, he remembered that he was in the position of the cursed Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.
So, the Whomping Willow suddenly attacked me just now because of the curse of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class
Did I make a wrong decision
At this moment, Lockhart regretted why he took this position.
On the way to the school hospital, several students they met cast curious glances in their direction. Albert believed that this matter would soon spread throughout the school.
After Albert carried Lockhart into the school hospital, Madam Pomfrey looked at Lockhart on the stretcher with a strange expression. She listened to Albert's story while examining him, and muttered something in her mouth.
Albert vaguely heard words like "two bones seemed to be broken, fortunately no internal organs were injured, and it was handled properly", which scared Lockhart so much that his face turned even paler.
After that, Albert had nothing to do. When he came to the hall, he heard many girls talking about Lockhart being injured and being carried to the school hospital.
As soon as Albert sat down next to George, a group of girls gathered around him, asking what was going on.
When they heard that Lockhart had demonstrated to Professor Sprout how to heal injuries from the Whomping Willow, but was severely injured by the tree, the boys around were stunned in surprise.
"Don't look at me, this is how it is." Albert spread his hands helplessly and said, "Maybe this is the curse of the Defense Against the Dark Arts course!"
Of course, Albert would not say that it was he who quietly loosened the scar, causing the Whomping Willow to attack Lockhart.
"The curse is so terrible. I didn't expect it to take effect on the first day of school." Lee Jordan said in an exaggerated tone, sounding a little gloating.
At this point they all shut up because Professor McGonagall, handing out timetables along the Gryffindor table, asked them about Lockhart.
After hearing Albert's story, Professor McGonagall actually gave Albert an extra five points.
"It seems that Professor McGonagall doesn't like Lockhart either." Fred muttered softly as he looked at Professor McGonagall's departing back.
George and Lee Jordan also nodded in agreement, otherwise why would they give Albert extra points
Just as everyone was discussing Lockhart's misfortune, a loud noise filled the entire hall.
"... I wouldn't be surprised if they fired you for stealing a car..."
Albert turned his head to look at Fred and George with a strange expression. The voice seemed to be Mrs. Weasley.
After the roar stopped, he even felt a buzzing in his ears.
All the students in the hall turned and looked towards the Gryffindor table, wanting to see who had received the Howler.
"Ron got the Howler," Fred muttered. "I've never seen Mum so angry."
"Me too." George was still frightened.
As they spoke, they both looked in Ron's direction, only to see that their brother had buried his head in his plate in shame.
This is the price of failing to show off!