Chapter 373： Patron saint

Each dementor is like weaving a dot of desperate black cloth. Hundreds of dementors are connected together, flying over the Quidditch stadium in this heavy rain.

There seemed to be no sound in the whole world.

The sound of the torrential rain was obscured, and both the players in the field and the students sitting in the audience were in a trance.

These dementors greedily seize every share of happiness and joy.

However, just before they had just enjoyed it.

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

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

In Hogwarts Castle next to the Quidditch field, a blind hunchbacked old witch flew out from the fourth-floor window with a smile. The knight holding a spear charged from the gate of the castle, and the flying piglet flickered. The wings glide in the sky.

The old witch, the knight, and the two flying piglets respectively grabbed a corner of the **** net and draped it tightly over the entire Quidditch stadium!

The dementors flying in the air were suppressed by the black net and could only land on the grass of the stadium.

Lynn held down Professor McGonagall's wand, his tone was cold.

"I'll come, professor, I had promised before them."

Dumbledore was not in Hogwarts during this time. Not only did the conflict in the Ministry of Magic become more intense, but the factions within Wisengamao were also rioting recently. As the chief wizard, he had to go there to preside over the overall situation.

These dementors probably took their fancy to this opportunity, ignoring Lynn's previous warning, and wanted to come in for a meal.

Professor McGonagall could naturally see that Linn's posture was to prevent one of these dementors from running away. She didn't doubt whether Linn had such strength at all, but was worried about the consequences of him doing this.

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

Lynn raised his wand.

"You can't be a man without words, and I don't think I will have any trouble. It should be them who really have trouble."

The soft silver light floated beside Lynn, a warm, sunny, and joyful power filled the surroundings. Professor McGonagall saw Lynn’s behavior, sighed and shook his head without saying anything, and then waved his magic wand. Harry was saved from falling from the flying broomstick.

"Call God to guard! (Triple increase

The moment when Lynn chanted the spell, silver filaments suddenly appeared in the air, dancing in the air like the branches of a weeping willow in summer.

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 the Guardian God spell was released with the strongest multiplier, Lynn noticed that this time was significantly different from the previous few times.

Those silver light filaments are not sloppy and disorderly, but organized, converging in one direction with a clear goal, as if to be condensed into a single entity.

But they have not succeeded in plasticity. The silver light of the patron saint curse has already made the black dementors on the court unbearable. They screamed silently, and their bodies kept appearing black as if they were evaporated. gas.

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

The little wizards in the stands who were affected by the dementors only felt a burst of warmth as the sun was shining on them. The silver filaments floated everywhere in the Quidditch stadium, and the students seemed to drink a large bottle of joy. Like medicine, the corners of everyone's mouth are naturally filled with a smile from the heart.

In the professor's seat, Lupin stared at the dreamlike picture blankly, and asked in disbelief, "Is this a patron saint?"

Even under such powerful magical powers, Snape still had a sullen face, as if nothing could make him smile sincerely. Hearing Lupin's words, he snorted coldly, watching Lynn answer the question.

"That's my student."

Like a black fish caught in a net, the Dementor struggles constantly on the black net as if to escape, but can't destroy the iron net that looks like a woven wire!

Before being overtaken by the coldness of the dementors, Harry, who had now slowed down under the silver light, lay on the lawn and opened his eyes.

Professor McGonagall’s curse protected him from falling from the broom without being hurt. He blankly watched the countless silver lights converge in the center of the Quidditch stadium not far from him, slowly forming a stout The trunk, the silver light appeared out of nowhere in the air, constantly filling the trunk, and finally formed a towering giant tree!

The big tree made of silver light propped up the black iron net. The heavy rain and wind seemed to be unable to affect it in the slightest. It gently shook the branches and leaves, emitting a soft silver brilliance, and then the few remaining ones. The lingering and panting Dementor vanished in a painful scream Harry stared at the big tree blankly, his whole person seemed to be caught in a strange situation. .

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

His mother gave him a chicken leg, and his father blamed his mother for not spoiling him so much. The grandparents said that father was the same when he was a child. Uncles and aunts also looked at him with spoiled eyes. he.

He even watched his cousin Dali apologize to him sincerely, saying that he shouldn't bully him like this before.

Aunt Petunia also held his hand tightly, saying that she and her husband shouldn't be so harsh on him.

And Lynn, Lynn looked at him with a relieved smile, and told him you now know how much they love you.

Harry felt extremely happy, as if he was living in a dream, and every cell in his body was conveying joy and excitement to him. Even if it was really a dream, he was willing to live in a dream for the rest of his life and never wake up. Come.

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

He is still on the Quidditch field, the sky is still raining heavily, the wind is like blowing people up, the mud on the ground is very dirty and sticky, there is not much of the happiness and happiness in the dream before.

Not only Harry, but the other contestants and all the little wizards in the audience all looked confused and lost as if their dreams were shattered.

Even some of the professors seemed to wake up from a big dream, looking around at a loss, not knowing what happened.

Even Lynn, the initiator, looked at the wand in his hand sluggishly.

Is that tree his patron saint just now?