Vizet paused. "It is a mountain—a mountain that everyone can climb. Some are simply faster, while others are slower."
"And those who have temporarily 'slipped down the slope' have not been abandoned either. On that point..." He drew a deep breath. "I can give you my guarantee!"
The moment his words fell, applause erupted throughout the Round Hall.
Whether Wizards or Muggles, everyone began clapping. The scattered applause grew denser and denser until it became a thunderous roar.
Prime Minister Major applauded, his eyes filled with emotion and contemplation. In Vizet, he saw an opportunity for the true integration of the two worlds;
President Jacques applauded with a smile on his lips, a heartfelt hope for a better future;
Toivo Koskinen applauded as well. The tears in his eyes finally fell, and he felt fortunate for having made the right choice...
The only one who did not applaud was Karl Gustafsson, who had been struck by a Stunning Spell.
Like forgotten luggage, he lay alone on the floor, unconscious. Though his colleagues were nearby, not one of them paid him any heed—not even willing to spare him a glance.
As the applause gradually subsided, Dumbledore rose at the right moment. A gentle, gratified smile rested on his face as he cleared his throat. "Everyone, today's Ritual Magic has now officially concluded."
"We thank St. Mungo's for providing the venue, Mr. Lovegood for his splendid demonstration, and all our guests for their patience and candor."
"One friendly reminder: because we performed an additional Ritual Magic today—and one unlike anything ever seen before..."
"If any of you feel unwell as a result, you may visit the Spell Damage Department on the fifth floor for an examination. Finally, I wish you all a pleasant Easter Holiday."
The guests in the Round Hall began