The Patronus Charm cast by the two Professors together was clearly powerful; in less than a minute, peace returned to the sky above the Quidditch Pitch.
The bone-chilling cold brought by the Dementors also vanished without a trace.
In Lynn's line of sight, a small black speck-like object was flying rapidly into the distance; it was the flying broomstick that had slipped from Harry's control, the nimbus two thousand.
Reaching out toward the nimbus two thousand in the distant sky, Lynn gave a slow beckoning motion. "nimbus two thousand, Accio."
The next moment, the nimbus two thousand, which had been flying away, stopped instantly and was controlled to fly back toward her at high speed.
Snap! Catching the nimbus two thousand firmly in her hand, Lynn placed it on the ground beside her without any change in expression.
At the same time, Harry was slowly lowered to the ground by Headmaster Dumbledore. Noticing Hermione's face full of worry out of the corner of her eye, Lynn tilted her head and gently raised her hand again.
She and Hermione rose into the air simultaneously, floating toward the spot below the stands where Harry was located.
"Don't worry, Hermione. Harry wasn't kissed by a Dementor, and Headmaster Dumbledore slowed his fall. He'll be fine."
Lynn explained in a voice devoid of ups and downs, and the expression on Hermione's face softened considerably because of her words.
Landing smoothly beside Harry, Lynn pulled out her wand and cast several diagnostic spells on him.
Various colors of light instantly lit up on Harry's body as he lay on the ground, constantly feeding back his various physical indicators.
"His body is fine, there's no danger. His mind is overly tense due to the Dementors. I suggest staying in the Hospital Wing for a day to recover."
"It's good that he's okay, it's good that he's okay."
Hearing Lynn's words and seeing the results of her diagnostic spells, Hermione breathed a sudden sigh of relief.
Lynn mechanically raised her hand to make Harry float, and incidentally cast an Impervius and a Warming Charm on him.
Since he was unconscious, she should try to keep him from getting soaked, or he might easily catch a cold later.
"Harry!"
"Merlin, Harry!"
Exclamations rang out as the Young Wizards in the stands and the Quidditch players in the sky finally made their way down to the Quidditch Pitch one by one.
The rain today was simply too heavy; just identifying the direction to land was a struggle, otherwise it wouldn't have taken them so long to arrive.
"How is Harry?"
Ron, who rushed over first, asked anxiously; seeing him out of breath, one could tell how fast he had run.
"There's no problem. He's just mentally strained and exhausted. He needs a day of quiet rest."
"That's good..."
Ron patted his chest. "Damn Ministry of Magic. Are they sending Dementors here to protect us or to kill us?"
"Hah," Hermione gave a cold laugh and tossed her hair. "They think they can control creatures they can't control."
The Little Lions and Little Badgers who arrived later, as well as the Quidditch players from both sides, all breathed a silent sigh of relief seeing that Harry was fine.
"How is Mr. Potter?"
The Professors and Headmaster Dumbledore strode over. Nodding to Headmaster Dumbledore, Lynn expressionlessly "handed over" Harry to him.
"There's no problem, but he needs to stay in the Hospital Wing for a night to rest," Lynn stated the result for the third time.
"Thank you for your help, Miss Lynn."
Professor McGonagall smiled at Lynn before turning to signal Wood and the Weasley Twins.
"Wood, Fred, George, take Mr. Potter to the Hospital Wing. Headmaster Dumbledore and I need to handle some matters."
"Also, Angelina," Professor McGonagall said, handing her the nimbus two thousand, "this is Mr. Potter's flying broomstick. Please take it to him."
"Albus, I'll go with you to the Ministry of Magic, if that's alright."
Though Professor McGonagall spoke in the form of a question, her tone was one of unquestionable certainty; she even already had her wand in hand.
"Of course, Minerva. It so happens that, including the previous matters, we should have a good talk with Fudge."
Headmaster Dumbledore nodded with a kind smile, taking off his glasses to wipe them.
Lynn tilted her head and gripped the wand in her hand. "Can I go with you, Headmaster Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall?"
"Miss Lynn, this matter..."
Professor McGonagall looked at Lynn with hesitation, not really wanting to take her along.
Children belong to the future; they shouldn't be involved in the current struggles.
As for the things Lynn had been planning before, at least she hadn't personally taken the field, had she?
If those Pure-blood families or people from the Ministry of Magic really came, they still had the Professors standing in front of them.
If it really came to the worst, they could just say Albus wanted to be the Minister for Magic and lead the British Wizarding World.
That would definitely be welcomed with applause by almost the entire British Wizarding World population.
But now that Lynn wanted to go to the Ministry with them, wouldn't that be equivalent to standing directly at the forefront? She didn't want her student to take this risk.
Professor Sprout, standing beside her, had the same thought. Both Professors simultaneously turned their gazes toward Headmaster Dumbledore in the middle.
Headmaster Dumbledore instantly felt as if something more had been placed on his shoulders. Bracing himself against the pressure, he looked at Lynn with a rare expression of serious earnestness.
"Miss Lynn, have you really considered this? Do you understand what kind of signal it will send to the Ministry and the Pure-blood families if you go?"
If Lynn had truly thought it through and decided to go, he wouldn't stop her.
Children should indeed grow up in a greenhouse, but if they are already prepared to face the wind and rain themselves...
...then as adults, they should provide the children with sufficient protection and give them enough support to move forward undeterred.
Rather than being hesitant and holding them back, preventing them from acting freely and moving forward bravely.
Lynn's face was devoid of expression as she nodded calmly.
"If I go, it means I am standing completely at the forefront, telling the Ministry and the Pure-blood families that many things currently happening in the Ministry are indeed related to me."
As for why they wouldn't think she was the one leading it, it was naturally because, with the arrogant way the people of the Ministry and Pure-blood families acted, they would never believe a Young Wizard of non-pure-blood origin could achieve all this.
They would rather speculate that Headmaster Dumbledore and the Hogwarts Professors wanted to seize power from the Ministry.
Yet they never carefully considered that with Hogwarts' influence and the abilities of Headmaster Dumbledore and the Professors, if they truly wanted the Ministry's power, it would be easily within their grasp.
Now, Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall clearly wanted to keep her from the Ministry to completely shift the attention of the Ministry and Pure-blood families away from her and onto themselves.
Lynn felt a warmth in her heart at this, but she couldn't trouble the Professors like that.
Moreover, "The Ministry was certainly behind The Daily Prophet incident as well; I haven't settled that score with them yet."
Lynn spoke in a cold, stern voice, and the chill in her tone made the Young Wizards standing in the rain feel even colder.
Hermione pursed her lips and reached out to gently take Lynn's hand. "You can go, but be careful."
"I will." Lynn nodded firmly.
After speaking, she turned her gaze toward Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall, her eyes asking if she could follow them to the Ministry.
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