The dementors fled in scattered.

Since you are here, can you still escape?

William's wand aimed at the sky.

Thunder sound,

The sound of wind and rain was instantly overwhelmed.

All the little wizards raised their heads and looked at William in the air in fear.

I saw him holding the wand in his right hand and waved it.

A particularly thick blue light rolled and surging among the clouds, wandering and sliding freely.

In a blink of an eye, it turned into a thunder net, covering the dementors who wanted to leave, preventing them from flying towards the sky.

Dozens of patron saints appeared in the Quidditch field, stationed around each other, preventing the dementor from breaking through the side.

These are the patron saints of the professors.

Obviously, there was a massacre today!

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Chapter completed!