The great bell of Sacré-Cœur Basilica had been crushed by a boulder, split open by a savage gash. Stone was embedded deep within it, like grotesque, throbbing viscera...
The iron bridge over the Seine River had been trampled flat by Trolls, twisted into the skeleton of a fish stripped of flesh, with Trolls crawling over it like maggots...
The Louvre Museum's glass pyramid had been blasted apart by magic. Countless shards carpeted the ground like pale ashes scattered across the floor...
Though the bright sunlight had already dispelled the gloom of disaster, ashes still drifted above the city, struggling not to leave.
Wizet raised his wand toward the sky and shouted the repairing charm, "Reparo!"
Hearing him, the wizards followed suit, raising their wands toward the sky. "Reparo!"
The repairing charm spoken at that moment sounded more like a prayer, coming not only from wand-wielding wizards, but also from the Muggles who had survived the catastrophe.
An invisible force surged forth for no apparent reason, like a pebble dropped into a tranquil lake, its ripples spreading farther and farther.
The air trembled faintly, and fine dust seemed to awaken at the wind's call, slowly rising.
Thousands upon thousands of shattered tiles, broken bricks, and splintered timber gave off a low hum as they lifted from the ground together, as though grasped by countless invisible hands and gently placed back where they belonged.
Building after building seemed to have had its rewind button pressed, restoring itself at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The streets, once filled with endless clamor, gradually fell silent as this miraculous scene unfolded.
The Muggles watched everything before them with awe.
They watched shattered statues reassemble, their contours becoming smooth once more;
They watched broken archways curve back into shape, their cracks vanishing as swiftly