The sacred radiance emanating from the Rowan illuminated the sky, driving away all of Paris's gloom.
Rain still pattered down, but when it struck their faces, it carried no chill. Instead, waves of warmth spread through them.
That warmth seemed to possess magic, reaching deep into Harry and the others' souls and dispelling all the anxiety in their hearts.
"Are those ghosts?" Harry keenly noticed the anomaly in the sky. Clusters of glowing light had appeared in midair.
The light clusters took on vague human shapes. They looked weightless, yet moved with astonishing speed, drifting toward the unconscious or brawling Muggles in the blink of an eye.
The clusters assumed embracing postures, enveloping the Muggles in soft halos.
The savage expressions on the Muggles' faces swiftly faded. Not only did they stop fighting, but their twisted features also became peaceful.
The brows of the unconscious Muggles lying on the ground relaxed, and the corners of their stiff mouths curled upward slightly, as though they had fallen into the most tranquil dreams.
The crying and cursing vanished in an instant. The entire street fell into an unusual silence, leaving only the rush of rain and the dull thuds of invisible creatures crashing into cars.
The change had come so suddenly that the Isaiah Society members felt their hearts tighten and their eyelids twitch. A deep sense of unease enveloped them.
To ease that unease, they hurriedly raised their wands and aimed at the motionless Muggles nearby. "Confringo!"
An orange-red fireball tore through the air and exploded among the Muggles.
A scorching blast wave, carrying smoke and dust, rapidly expanded and instantly swallowed the Muggles from view.
Sirius Black and the Longbottoms rose to their feet, originally intending to stop the Isaiah Society members' spell, only to have their presence noticed by