The senior Muggle officials were drenched in cold sweat. They panted heavily, their eyes unfocused, still looking badly shaken.
Before they could recover from that state, they sensed another obvious abnormality.
Unlike the earlier changes to their bodies, this abnormality seemed to come from somewhere deeper—from their souls, pierced through by that ash-black mist...
The feeling was impossible to put into words. It was as though a string within their souls, one that had never been touched before, had suddenly been plucked.
They could clearly feel something bursting forth from the depths of their souls and rippling outward.
At that moment, the world seemed entirely different.
They felt an unprecedented tremor surging outward from the depths of their souls, as though something that had long lain dormant had finally found an outlet.
Ignition!
That was the first thought that appeared in their minds when they felt that tremor.
It was also what Vizet had explained to them before helping Filch and Mrs. Figg transform into Wizards.
"So this is what it feels like?" President Jacques of France murmured. "I... I've become a Wizard?"
Disbelief shone in his eyes as he repeatedly examined his palms, as though trying to confirm something.
"That should be the case..." Minister Bonaparte said beside him. "Look around you. Your 'Magical Outburst' seems... very similar to your eldest daughter's."
Prompted by Minister Bonaparte, President Jacques quickly lowered his hands and turned his attention to the objects around him.
Just as Minister Bonaparte had said, the "Magical Outburst" he displayed was very similar to that of his eldest daughter, Laurence Chirac. The objects around him grew larger and smaller at random, changing without any pattern.
John Major, Prime Minister of England, sensed something as well. He instinctively raised a hand to wipe the cold sweat from his