For the many employees of the French Ministry of Magic, guiding rain clouds alongside Thunderbirds was undoubtedly quite a wondrous experience.
They slowly accepted their role as something like "hangers-on," gripping the handles of their Flying Broomsticks tightly as they maintained their Weather Charms and enjoyed the exhilarating rush of tearing through the wind.
With the wind howling in their ears, they flew over a storm-tossed coastline and across vast, flat fields.
Soon, the outline of the city appeared below. Clusters of buildings spread out like a giant hive, and the dense roads were like an unfurled spider web.
Lead-gray rain clouds covered the sky like a massive curtain, and the light dimmed with them. Cars on the roads switched on their headlights one after another; from afar, the pinpricks of light looked like fireflies moving in rows.
A louder rush of wind came. The lead Thunderbird beat its wings and soared higher, plunging straight into the thick rain clouds.
The Thunderbird's body was completely swallowed by the rain clouds, leaving the French Ministry of Magic employees looking at one another in bewilderment. Their heads were still a little dazed, and for a moment they were unsure whether they should follow it into the clouds.
Charlotte Bonacourt gave the order at just the right moment. "The lightning is about to come down! We're leaving here now!"
The French Ministry of Magic employees snapped back to their senses. Realizing this was no place to linger, they hurriedly followed Charlotte Bonacourt down toward the ground.
Vizet's handwriting appeared on the notebook. Serena Pendragon's gaze sharpened, and she raised her Wand to press it against the pendant on her chest.
Silver-Blue Light surged from the tip of her Wand, wrapping the pendant tightly. Then she immediately shouted at the pendant, "Activate the