The smoke of war in Germany had already begun to fade, leaving everything gray beneath the gloomy sky.
The interior of the Reichstag no longer had any trace of its former splendor. It had almost become a ruin. The corridors were littered with broken bricks and shattered tiles, fractured walls, broken glass, and corpses strewn haphazardly across the floor—whether they belonged to German wizards or British wizards, or even to those who were not wizards at all.
In the hall, the emblem representing the German Ministry of Magic had been reduced to tatters. Shattered iron letter plates bore silent witness to everything from the ground, while the sculptures and decorations inside the room had all been smashed to pieces.
More British armed forces wearing beak masks stepped into this building filled with the foul stench of Super Dungbombs, wands in hand. A potted plant that had fallen to the floor was trampled and crushed under the leather boot of a passing British wizard.
The hulking Golems simply smashed through the walls to get in, though after they entered, their duty changed to breaking apart the huge scattered stones so that Charms like Scourgify could take effect more easily—the Armed Aurors and the Red Umbrella armed wizards were searching the inner rooms one by one, while the later-arriving support troops, the Hit Wizards and Patrol Aurors, had already begun repairing the place.
They were not only repairing the damaged buildings, but also inspecting the surrounding areas where Confundus Charms and Muggle-Repelling Charms had once been cast, to avoid any lapses caused by spell failure and ensure the Statute of Secrecy would not be breached.
Deep in the corridor, a severely wounded German wizard who had collapsed on the ground was like an earthworm cut in half, crawling forward weakly as he