Taking advantage of the police on the street not paying attention, the tall one and the small one had Hermione take out her wand and touch it to the back of the bronze statue. It came alive, lifting the back of its skirt as the rusted bronze turned as soft as gauze.
Rather than crawling under a skirt, it was more like a special means of spatial transfer. Su Ming and Hermione merely felt their vision blur, and the two of them found themselves on a street filled with wizards.
It resembled a bustling marketplace. At the very least, the road was three times wider than Diagon Alley, yet the crowds were even denser. Pointed hats packed the street, French cries of vendors rose and fell, and artists used magic to control dozens of Muggle instruments at once as they performed alone by the roadside.
"There used to be a replica of that statue in Fürstenberg Square in the Sixth Arrondissement. That was the original passageway. You could see the headquarters of the French Ministry of Magic through the statue."
Su Ming spoke to the curiosity-stricken Hermione, lest she keep staring at the magical Joker on stilts by the roadside and trip because she was not watching where she was going.
"However, during World War II, the magical moving replica was taken away by the Germans and given to the Führer. After the war, French Wizards could only choose this genuine artifact in the Third Arrondissement and turn it into a new key."
"This... is spectacular."
Hermione felt overwhelmed by everything she saw, since many things here were unlike anything she had seen in the United Kingdom. The French were livelier than the British and seemed to love life more openly.
There were magical circuses that used Animagi to attract