In this Hogwarts without a savior

Chapter 179. 177. Restoration
He gave orders calmly.

The absolute authority in the French Ministry of Magic made everyone who received the order start to act.

They either ordered or forced them to drive away all the Muggles around them, and then began to use the Oblivion Charm one by one.

The Aurors all came to the outermost edge of the square, and began to cast the Muggle Repelling Curse, so that the fire engines and police cars that had already received the police report had just entered this area, and began to forget that they had come in the middle of the night. What the hell is here, and then drove away again.

At the scene of the huge pit, Voldemort raised his wand in front of all the remaining people of the French Ministry of Magic.

An unbearable aura emanated from his body, and the extremely powerful and extreme magic power had exerted a unique influence on reality even without any spells or spells.

He held up his wand, waved it lightly and according to a certain pattern, and then uttered that very common restoration spell.

"Restored as before."

The magic spells for life that almost every wizard must master have played an amazing role!

The dust, stones, tables, chairs, benches, and fragments of various magic items in the ruins of the giant pit all floated in the air!

Then these fragments seemed to have their own consciousness, and began to swim quickly, like a little tadpole looking for its mother, and quickly returned to the original position when it was intact.

None of the employees and members of the French Ministry of Magic dared to blink, as if they were afraid of missing out. This is enough to be called a magical miracle even in the magic world!
The restoration speed of the Ministry of Magic is very fast. Such a serious damage and ruin-like wreckage have been completely restored to the Montmartre Heights Square before it was destroyed in less than ten minutes!
The wizards present looked at the man again, their eyes full of awe and fanaticism.

With a smile on his face, Voldemort held out his wandless hand to the Ministry of Magic entrance, which was no different from before tonight.

"Everyone, do you want to go in and take a look at your office? If you are missing something, you can register it with the logistics department of the minister's office, and you will get compensation of the same value."

He sent an invitation, but no one would refuse, and no one dared to refuse.

The French wizards returned to the Ministry of Magic, which was still in ruins before them. It looked no different from what it looked like before they left after get off work in the evening.

The ground was clean and tidy, the surrounding decorations were magnificent, and the statue of "Mr. Great" still stood in the middle of the main hall, as if the so-called ruins were just an illusion that appeared before their eyes.

They "visited" the Ministry of Magic and checked their offices during the daytime. Nothing had changed, not even a teacup or a page of information was missing.

It's just that the dead things are still there, and it is obviously impossible for the living things that have died to be restored.

The owl who remained in the Ministry of Magic suffered heavy casualties, and two werewolves who were urgently detained in the werewolf liaison office, one was crushed to death, and the other died under Voldemort's killing curse.

But no one really dared to take these losses to the minister's office.

In the past, the vast majority of wizards in Europe had heard of the reputation of the wizard who overthrew the regime of the British Ministry of Magic and was called "Mr. Great".

But apart from the native British wizards, few people have really seen his power.

And now, all Ministry employees present saw it all.

It is not certain that no one will come after such a restoration spell, but it is definitely unprecedented!

No one knows the size of the French Ministry of Magic better than the employees and councilors who work in it all day.

This plan to destroy the Ministry of Magic planned by the seven of Tony and the others not only failed to hit even the slightest bit of prestige of Voldemort, it even raised his reputation to a higher level.

The power of group unity is very strong, but this is the magic world, and the existence of magic greatly distinguishes the gap between individuals.

After this gap reaches a certain level, the will of one person can suppress the resistance among the entire group, not to mention that the French Muggle wizards have not been truly united from the beginning to the end, otherwise this An operation will not only come with seven of Tony and the others.

After stabilizing the situation, in the minister's office, the smile on Voldemort's face faded, and he sat on the main seat expressionlessly.

Facing him were Bella who was kneeling on the ground and Rabastan who controlled the Auror Command.

"Why didn't you take good care of the Ministry of Magic's security during this time period?"

His tone was calm, but Rabastan's whole body trembled unconsciously.

"Lord, master, this is all my fault, but, but the resistance in the French magic circle is a bit too fierce, I need to send more Aurors to collect their wands, so..."

"What I want to hear is not an excuse."

Rabastan's body trembled more violently.

"I admit my mistake, master, I am willing to accept any punishment from you."

Voldemort looked at him unemotionally, and crossed his fingers together, making a rare movement.

"Do what you should do first, contact the French Muggle Prime Minister, let him control the Muggle public opinion, and don't have any risk of shaking the secrecy law, otherwise...you know the consequences."

Rabastan got up from the ground immediately as if he was pardoned, and left the minister's office respectfully.

Only Bella is left here.

"Any more news from Dumbledore?" he asked coldly.

"The whole of Britain has lost their whereabouts. Combined with the recent movements in France, your judgment was correct, master." Bella said with disgust, "They have come to France!"

Hearing this, a smile appeared on Voldemort's face instead.

Bella, who was kneeling on the ground, looked at that handsome face with irrepressible obsession and admiration in her eyes.

"This is a good thing for us. All the enemies are gathered together. This is the most anticipated situation. Go back to England and inform Lucius and Batty that they will bring half of the people over. The identities are all arranged."

Bella lowered her head.

"That's what I'm going to do, my lord."

Afterwards, she also left the minister's office, and Voldemort was the only one left in this luxurious room.

He no longer deliberately controlled his right hand, and the fingers that were tightly clasped together were separated, and the hand holding the wand and using the restoration spell was trembling uncontrollably.

Suddenly, without hesitation, he grabbed a dagger from the table, plunged it into the palm of his right hand, and nailed his entire palm to the table!

Scarlet blood spurted out!

"I remind you! Don't cause trouble for me when I'm doing something!"

(End of this chapter)