Each dementor is like a dot that weaves a black cloth of despair. Hundreds of dementors are connected together and fly over the Quidditch Stadium in this heavy rain.

There seemed to be no sound in the whole world.

The heavy rain was covered, and both the players playing in the field and the students sitting in the audience were in a daze.

These dementors greedily seize every happiness and joy.

However, just as they hadn't just enjoyed it.

A pitch-black crow flew silently into the sky, and stopped until the heads of the dementors.

Then the black crow disappeared, and a large net that was constantly expanding around suddenly appeared.

In Hogwarts Castle next to Quidditch Field, a blind hunchbacked witch, smiled and flew out from the window on the fourth floor. The knight holding a spear charges from the gate of the castle, and the flying piglets gliding in the sky with its wings.

The old witch, the Knight and two flying pigs grabbed a corner of the black net and covered it tightly over the entire Quidditch Stadium!

The dementors flying in mid-air were suppressed by the black net and could only land on the grass on the court.

Lynn held Professor McGonagall out his wand and spoke coldly.

"I'll do it, professor, I made a promise in front of them."

Dumbledore was not in Hogwarts during this period. Not only did the conflict in the Ministry of Magic become more intense, but the factions within Wisengamo have also been making trouble recently. As the chief wizard, he must go there to take charge of the overall situation.

These dementors probably took this opportunity and ignored Lynn's previous warning and wanted to come in and have a full meal.

Professor McGonagall could naturally see that Lynn was doing this because she wanted none of these dementors to escape. She had no doubt that Lynn had such strength at all, but was just worried about the consequences after he did so.

"They are all public officials in the Ministry of Magic. Killing them all will cause you trouble."

Lynn raised his wand.

"You cannot be a person without trust, and I don't think I will have any trouble. They should be the ones who really need to have trouble."

The soft silver light floated beside Lynn, and a warm, sunny and joyful force filled the surroundings. Professor McGonagall saw Lynn's actions, sighed and shook his head without saying anything more, then waved his wand to save Harry, who had fallen from the flying broom.

"Hushen Guard! (Three times the increase)"

The moment Lin En recited the spell, silver light threads suddenly appeared in the air, like willow branches of weeping willows in the air in the wind.

The entire stadium seemed to be illuminated by silver light, and every stream of light was like ripples on the lake, rippling in all directions.

The first time he released the Guardian Spell with the strongest amplification multiple, Lynn realized that this time was significantly different from the previous times.

Those silver light threads are not scattered and disorderly, but are organized, with clear goals converging in one direction, as if they are to be solidified into a solid.

But before it was successful, the silver light appeared in the patron curse summoning, which made the black dementors on the court unbearable. They screamed silently, and their bodies were constantly emitting black gas as if they had been evaporated.

The dementors were in a mess and wanted to fly up from the ground, but were firmly blocked by the large black net in the air.

The little wizards in the stands who were influenced by the dementors only felt a warmth as if the sun was shining on their bodies. Silver light rays floated everywhere in the entire Quidditch Stadium. The students were like drinking a large bottle of joy potion, and each person's mouth naturally filled with a smile from the bottom of their hearts.

In the professor's seat, Lu Ping stared at the dreamy scene in a daze and asked in disbelief: "Is this the patron saint spell?"

Even under such powerful magic, Snape still had a gloomy face, as if nothing could make him smile sincerely. He heard Lupin's words, he snorted coldly and looked at Lin Neng's answer to the question.

“That’s my student.”

Like a black fish trapped in the net, the dementor kept struggling on the black net as if he had escaped, but he could not destroy the iron net that seemed to be woven with steel wire!

Harry, who had recovered from the silver light, had been lying on the lawn and opened his eyes.

Professor McGonagall's spell protected him from falling from the broom without being hurt. He watched in a daze as countless silver lights gathered in the center of Quidditch Stadium not far from him, slowly forming a thick trunk. Silver lights appeared out of thin air, constantly filling the trunk, and finally forming a towering tree!

The big tree made of silver light supported the black iron net, and the heavy rain and strong wind seemed to be unable to affect it at all. It gently shook its branches and leaves, emitting a soft silver light. Then the remaining dementors who were still breathing in pain disappeared in the screams of pain.

Harry stared at the big tree blankly, his eyes dazed, and his whole body seemed to be in a wonderful situation.

He seemed to have seen his parents, grandparents, uncles and aunts, and family members he had seen and had never seen gathered together, and everyone gathered on a long table to enjoy dinner happily.

His mother gave him a chicken leg, and his father was blaming his mother for not spoiling him so much. The grandparents said that his father used to be the same when he was a child, and uncles and aunts also looked at him with a doting look.

He even looked at his cousin, Dali, sincerely apologized to him, saying that he shouldn't have bullied him like this before.

Aunt Penny also held his hand tightly, saying that she and her husband should not be so harsh on him.

And Lynn, Lynn looked at him and smiled comfortably, telling him that you know how much they love you now.

Harry felt very happy. He seemed to be living in a dream. Every cell in his body was conveying a feeling of happiness and excitement to him. Even if this was really a dream, he would be willing to live in a dream for the rest of his life and never wake up.

However, the next moment, the cold rain slapped his face and pulled him back to reality.

He is still in the Quidditch field, and it is still raining heavily in the sky, and the strong wind is as if it is about to blow everyone up. The mud on the ground is dirty and sticky, so there is no trace of the happiness and happiness that I had in my dreams before.

Not only Harry, but also the other contestants and all the little wizards in the audience were confused and lost like a dream.

Even some professors looked around as if they were waking up from a dream, and didn't know what was going on.

Even the initiator Lin En looked at the magic wand in his hand a little dull.
Chapter completed!