Luna was held in Wizet's arms. She tilted her head up slightly, a faint smile on her lips. "I'm fine!"
The others were not doing nearly as well. Only Sirius Black, Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom, Fleur Delacour, Harry, Fred, and George remained standing.
Harry supported Ron with one hand, trying to help him steady himself. Unfortunately, Ron stumbled and nearly pulled Harry down with him.
Fortunately, Fred reacted quickly. He reached out and grabbed Harry, keeping him from actually falling to the ground.
"Travelers arriving from Charles de Gaulle Airport, could you please look this way?"
A heavily French-accented voice rang out. The Ministry of Magic employee who spoke looked exhausted, dressed in the standard robes of the French Ministry of Magic.
Unlike the black standard robes of the English Ministry of Magic, the French Ministry's robes were dark blue. The thick woolen fabric looked somewhat heavy, and a faint emblem could be seen over the left breast.
Ron struggled to his feet, muttering nonstop, "I still don't like Portkeys..."
With the help of the others, Hermione, Ginny, Neville, and Hannah also got to their feet one after another, nodding in agreement with Ron's words.
The Ministries of Magic in every magical world had one thing in common: they were always incredibly crowded.
Part of the reason for this could be attributed to the International Statute of Secrecy.
There were a great many wizards working at the Ministry of Magic, and their primary task was to uphold the International Statute of Secrecy and prevent the magical world from being exposed.
Although the French Ministry of Magic had been built on a grand scale, it still gave people a somewhat suffocating feeling.
The place Wizet and the others had reached by Portkey was not the French Ministry of Magic's main hall,