The great bell of Sacré-Cœur Basilica had been crushed by boulders, split open with a savage gash, stones embedded deep inside it like hideous, throbbing organs...
The iron bridge over the Seine River had been flattened by Trolls, twisted into the shape of fish bones stripped clean of flesh, while the Trolls were like maggots writhing over them...
The Louvre's glass Pyramids had been blasted apart by magic, countless shards spread across the ground like pale ashes knocked over and spilled...
Although the bright sunlight had already dispelled the gloom of disaster, embers still drifted above the city, struggling as though reluctant to leave.
Vizet raised his Wand toward the sky and shouted the incantation for the Mending Charm, "Reparo!"
Hearing his voice, the Wizards followed suit, raising their Wands toward the sky as well. "Reparo!"
The incantation of the Mending Charm spoken at this moment was more like a prayer, coming not only from the Wizards holding Wands, but also from the Muggles who had survived the catastrophe.
An invisible force surged forth from nowhere, like a pebble dropped into a calm lake, its ripples spreading farther and farther.
The air trembled faintly, and fine dust seemed awakened by the wind, slowly rising.
Thousands upon thousands of shattered stones, broken bricks, and snapped timbers gave off a faint hum, all leaving the ground together, as though pinched up by countless invisible hands and gently set back into their original places.
Buildings seemed to have had a rewind button pressed, restoring themselves at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The streets, once filled with endless clamor, gradually fell silent after this magical scene unfolded.
The Muggles looked on in awe at everything before them.
They watched crushed statues reassemble, their outlines becoming smooth again;
They watched broken arches curve