Luna was held in Vizet's arms. She tilted her head up slightly, a faint smile at the corners of her mouth. "I'm fine!"
The others were not doing nearly so well. Only Sirius Black, the Longbottoms, Fleur Delacour, Harry, Fred, and George were standing.
Harry had one hand under Ron's arm, trying to help him steady himself, but Ron stumbled, and instead nearly dragged Harry down with him.
Luckily, Fred was quick-eyed and quick-handed. He reached out and pulled Harry back, keeping him from actually crashing to the floor.
"Travelers from Charles de Gaulle Airport, would you please look this way?"
A voice with an extremely thick French accent rang out. The Ministry employee speaking looked exhausted, and wore a standard robe of the French Ministry of Magic.
Unlike the black standard robes of the Ministry of Magic, the French Ministry of Magic's standard robes were dark blue. The woolen material looked rather heavy, and there was a faintly visible badge pattern on the left breast.
Ron struggled to his feet, muttering nonstop, "I still don't like Portkeys..."
Hermione, Ginny, Neville, and Hanna also got to their feet with help from the others, nodding in agreement with Ron's words.
The Ministries of Magic in every Magical World had one thing in common: they were all extremely crowded.
Part of the reason for this could be attributed to the Statute of Secrecy.
Because there were so many wizards working in the Ministry of Magic, and the main content of their work was maintaining the Statute of Secrecy and preventing the Magical World from being exposed.
Although the French Ministry of Magic had been built on an extremely grand scale, it still made people feel somewhat breathless.
The place Vizet and the others reached by Portkey was not even the main hall