The Muggle leaders were drenched in cold sweat. They gasped for breath, their eyes unfocused, still looking utterly shaken.
Before they could recover from that state, they felt another distinct anomaly.
Unlike the earlier changes to their bodies, this anomaly seemed to come from somewhere deeper—from their souls, pierced through by gray-black mist...
The sensation was impossible to describe. It was as though a string in their souls, one that had never been touched before, had finally been violently plucked.
They could clearly feel something burst forth from the depths of their souls and ripple outward.
At that moment, the world seemed different.
They felt an unprecedented tremor surge outward from the depths of their souls, as though something long dormant had finally found an outlet.
Ignition!
That was the first thought to appear in their minds when they felt that tremor.
It was also what Wizet had explained to them before helping Filch and Mrs. Figg transform into wizards.
"So this is what it feels like?" President Jacques of France murmured. "I... I've become a wizard?"
Disbelief showed in his eyes as he repeatedly examined his palms, as if trying to confirm something.
"That should be it..." Minister Bonaparte beside him said. "Look around you. The 'magical outburst' you're showing seems... very much like your eldest daughter's."
At Minister Bonaparte's reminder, President Jacques hurriedly lowered his hands and turned his attention to the objects around him.
Just as Minister Bonaparte had said, his "magical outburst" closely resembled that of his eldest daughter, Laurence Chirac. The surrounding objects enlarged and shrank at random, changing without any pattern.
Prime Minister Major of England sensed something as well. He instinctively raised a hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, but from the corner of his eye, he saw that his