I Have a Big Problem with My Hogwarts

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

There seemed to be no sound in the whole world.

The sound of the rainstorm was blocked, and both the players who were playing in the field and the students sitting in the auditorium were all in a daze for a while.

These dementors greedily snatch every piece of happiness and joy.

However, at the same time that they haven't just enjoyed it.

A pitch-black crow flew into the sky without a sound, and didn't stop until the heads of the dementors.

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

In the Hogwarts castle next to the Quidditch field, a blind and hunchbacked old witch flew out of the window on the fourth floor with a smile, and a knight with a spear in his hand charged from the gate of the castle. Wings gliding in the sky.

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

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

When Lynn pressed Professor McGonagall and stretched out his wand, his tone was cold.

"Come on, professor, I made a promise in front of them at the beginning."

During this time, Dumbledore was not in Hogwarts. Not only were the conflicts in the Ministry of Magic intensified, but the factions within the Wizengamot were also turmoil recently. As the chief wizard, he had to go there to preside over the overall situation.

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

Professor McGonagall can naturally see that Lynn's posture is to prevent any of these dementors from escaping. She doesn't doubt whether Lynn has such strength at all, but is only worried about the consequences of his doing so.

"They're all still public servants in the Ministry of Magic. Killing them all will get you in trouble."

Lynn raised his wand.

"You can't break your promise, and I don't think I will have any trouble. They should be the ones who really have trouble."

A soft silver light floated around Lynn, and a warm, sunny, and joyful force permeated the surroundings. Professor McGonagall saw Lynn's actions, sighed and shook his head without saying anything, and then waved his wand Rescued Harry who fell from the broomstick.

"Call God to protect you! (Triple increase)"

The moment Lin En uttered the spell, silver threads of light suddenly appeared in the air, dancing in the air like the willow 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.

It was the first time to release the Patronus Charm with the strongest multiplier, and Lynn noticed that there was a significant difference between this time and the previous ones.

Those silver threads of light are no longer scattered and disorderly, but organized and converge in one direction with a clear goal, as if they are about to be condensed into an entity.

But the plasticity has not been successful yet, the silver light summoned by the Patronus Charm has already made the dense dementors on the field unbearable. They screamed silently, and their bodies kept emitting black as if they had been evaporated. gas.

The dementors were chaotically trying to fly from the ground, but they were firmly blocked by the large black net in midair.

The little wizards in the stands who were affected by the dementors only felt a burst of warmth like the sun shining on their bodies at the moment. Silver threads of light floated around the entire Quidditch pitch, and the students seemed to be drinking a large bottle of joy. Like medicine, the corners of everyone's mouths were naturally filled with smiles from the bottom of their hearts.

In the professor's seat, Lu Ping stared blankly at this dreamlike scene, and asked in disbelief, "Is this the Patronus Charm?"

Even under such powerful magic power, Snape still had a gloomy face, as if nothing could make him smile sincerely. When he heard Lupine's words, he snorted coldly, looked at Lynn's answer and said.

"That's my student."

Like a black fish trapped in a net, the dementors struggled to escape from the black net, but they couldn't destroy the iron net that seemed to be woven with steel wires!

Harry, who had been overwhelmed by the coldness of the dementors before, and now recovered under the silver light, lay on the lawn and opened his eyes.

Professor McGonagall's spell protected him from falling off the broom and he was not hurt. He watched in a daze as countless silver lights gathered in the center of the Quidditch field not far from him, slowly forming a thick In the main trunk, there are silver lights constantly appearing out of thin air in the air, constantly filling the trunk, and finally forming a towering giant tree!

The big tree made of silver light propped up the black iron net, and the heavy rain and strong wind seemed unable to affect it in the slightest. It gently shook the branches and leaves, exuding a soft and bright silver light, and then the last few remaining ones The dementor, still lingering on its last breath, disappeared in a scream of pain.

Harry stared blankly at the big tree, his eyes dimmed, and he seemed to have fallen into a strange situation.

He seemed to see his parents, grandparents, uncles and aunts, family members he had met and never met gathered together, and they were happily enjoying dinner around a long table.

His mother brought him a chicken leg, and his father was blaming his mother for spoiling him so much, while the grandparents said that his father was the same when he was a child, and his uncles and aunts also looked at him with doting eyes. he.

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

Aunt Petunia held his hand tightly too, saying she and her husband shouldn't be so hard 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, every cell in his body was conveying the feeling of happiness and excitement to him, even if it was really a dream, he would still live in it for the rest of his life and never wake up Come.

However, the next moment, the icy 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 so strong that it seems to blow people up, the muddy water on the ground is dirty and sticky, and there is no joy and happiness in the dream before.

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

Even some professors seemed to be waking up from a big dream, looking around in a daze, not knowing what happened.

Even Lynn, the instigator, looked at the wand in his hand a little dullly.

Was that tree just now his patron saint?