The holy radiance given off by the Rowan Tree lit up the sky, driving away every trace of Paris's gloom.
The rain was still pattering down, but when it struck their faces, there was not the slightest chill. Instead, waves of warmth rose from it.
That warmth seemed to possess magic, reaching deep into Harry and the others' souls and driving away all the agitation in their hearts.
"Are those ghosts?" Harry keenly noticed the strange sight in the sky. One glowing orb after another, each haloed with light, had appeared in midair.
The orbs took on vague human outlines. They looked weightless, yet they moved with astonishing speed, drifting in the blink of an eye toward the Muggles who had fainted or were locked in brawls.
The orbs made as if to embrace them, shrouding the Muggles in a gentle halo.
The savage expressions on the Muggles' faces quickly faded. Not only did they stop fighting, their twisted features also became peaceful.
The brows of the unconscious Muggles lying on the ground smoothed out, and the stiff corners of their mouths lifted slightly, as if they had fallen into an incomparably serene dream.
The crying and cursing vanished in an instant. The entire street sank into an eerie silence, leaving only the rushing sound of the rain and the muffled thuds of Invisible creatures crashing into cars.
The turn of events was so sudden that the members of the Isaiah Society felt their hearts tighten. Their eyelids twitched, and a thick unease enveloped them.
To dispel that unease, they hurriedly raised their wands and aimed at the group of Muggles not far away, who had stopped moving. "Bombarda!"
Orange-red fireballs howled out and exploded with a boom in the middle of the Muggles.
Scorching waves of air, wrapped in