Volume 4: The Sea and the Ship Heading North Chapter 177 Restoration
He gave orders calmly.
The absolute authority in the French Ministry of Magic makes everyone who receives the order take action.
They either ordered or forced all the Muggles around to gather and drive away, and then began to use the Oblivion Charm one by one.
All the Aurors came to the outermost part of the square and began to cast Muggle-Repelling Charms, causing the fire trucks and police cars that had received the alarm and rushed over to the area to forget what they were doing there in the middle of the night as soon as they entered the area, and then drove away again.
At the scene of the giant pit, Voldemort raised his wand in front of all the remaining people in the French Ministry of Magic.
An aura that was impossible to look directly at emanated from his body. The extremely powerful magic had already exerted a unique influence on reality even without the guidance of any spells or magic.
He raised his wand, waved it lightly in a certain pattern, and then chanted the very ordinary repair spell.
“Restored to its original state.”
Almost every wizard must master these daily life spells, which are surprisingly effective!
The sand, dust, stones, tables, chairs, benches, and fragments of various magical items in the ruins of the giant pit all floated in the air!
Then these fragments seemed to have their own consciousness and began to swim quickly, like tadpoles looking for their mother, and quickly returned to their original intact positions.
None of the employees and members of the French Ministry of Magic dared to blink, as if they were afraid of missing out. This was enough to be called a magical miracle even in the wizarding world!
The Ministry of Magic restored the structure very quickly. With such severe damage and ruins, the wreckage was completely restored to the Montmartre Square before it was destroyed in less than ten minutes!
The wizards present looked at the man again, their eyes full of awe and fanaticism.
With a smile on his face, Voldemort stretched out his wandless hand towards the entrance of the Ministry of Magic, which was no different from the one before tonight.
"Everyone, would you like to go in and take a look at your office? If you are missing anything, you can register it with the logistics department of the minister's office, and you will receive compensation of the same value."
He extended an invitation, but no one would refuse, and no one dared to refuse.
The French wizards returned to the Ministry of Magic, which was in ruins just before them. It looked no different from when they left after get off work in the evening.
The floor was clean and tidy , the surrounding decorations were magnificent, and the statue of the "Great Mr." still stood in the middle of the main hall, as if the so-called ruins were just an illusion appearing before their eyes.
They "visited" the Ministry of Magic and checked their offices when they worked during the day. Nothing had changed at all, not even a teacup or a page of information was missing.
Only dead things are returning, but it is obviously impossible to restore dead living things.
The owls who stayed in the Ministry of Magic suffered heavy casualties, and there were two werewolves who were urgently detained in the Werewolf Liaison Office. One was smashed to death, and the other died under Voldemort's Killing Curse.
But no one really dared to go to the minister's office with these losses.
In the past, the vast majority of wizards throughout Europe had heard of the name of this wizard who overthrew the regime of the British Ministry of Magic and was known as "Mr. Great".
But apart from the wizards in Britain, few people have truly seen how powerful he is.
And now, all the Ministry of Magic employees present saw it.
It is not certain whether there will be a restoration spell like this in the future, but it is definitely unprecedented!
The French Ministry of Magic is huge, and no one knows it better than the employees and councillors who work there all day.
This plan to destroy the Ministry of Magic, planned by Tony and seven others, not only failed to undermine Voldemort's prestige in the slightest, but even raised his reputation to a higher level.
The power of group solidarity is very strong, but this is the magical world, and the existence of magic greatly distinguishes the gap between individuals.
When the gap reaches a certain size, the will of one person can suppress the resistance of an entire group. Not to mention, the Muggle wizards in France have never been truly united from beginning to end, otherwise there would not be only seven people including Tony participating in this operation.
After stabilizing the situation, in the minister's office, Voldemort's smile faded and he sat in the main seat with an expressionless face.
Opposite him was Bella, who was kneeling on the ground, and Rabastan, who was controlling the Auror Command Center.
"Why didn't you take care of the safety of the Ministry of Magic during this period?"
His tone was calm, but Rabastan's entire body was shaking uncontrollably.
"Master, Master, this is all my fault, but the resistance within the French wizarding community is a little too intense. I need to send more Aurors to confiscate their wands, so..."
"I don't want to hear excuses."
Rabastan's body trembled even more violently.
"I admit my fault, Master. I am willing to accept any punishment you may give me."
Voldemort looked at him emotionlessly, interlacing his fingers in a rare gesture.
"Do what you should do first. Contact the French Muggle Prime Minister and ask him to control the Muggle public opinion. There should be risk of shaking the Statute of Secrecy. Otherwise... you know the consequences."
Rabastan got up from the ground immediately as if he had been pardoned, and then respectfully left the minister's office.
Bella was the only one left here.
"Any more news from Dumbledore?" he asked coldly.
"The whole of Britain has lost track of them. Combined with the recent movements in France, your previous judgment was correct, Master." Bella said with disgust, "They are coming to France!"
Hearing this, a smile appeared on Voldemort's face.
Bella knelt on the ground, looking at the handsome face with uncontrollable obsession and admiration in her eyes.
"This is good news for us. All the enemies have gathered together. This is the most exciting situation. Go back to England to inform Lucius and Batty and ask them to bring half of their people over. Remember to arrange their identities in advance."
Bella lowered her head.
"I will do it, my lord."
Afterwards, she also left the Minister's office, and Voldemort was the only one left in this luxurious room.
He no longer tried to control his right hand. His ten fingers, which were originally clenched together, separated, and the hand that was holding the wand and casting the repair spell trembled uncontrollably.
Suddenly, he grabbed a dagger from the table without hesitation, and fiercely inserted it into the palm of his right hand, nailing the entire palm to the table!
Scarlet blood gushed out!
"I'm reminding you! Don't cause trouble for me when I'm doing something!"
