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... centuries of magic, watched over the crowd like silent witnesses. The torches lining the Hearing Hall cast flickering shadows across the robes of the ancient families gathered in attendance. Their crests glimmered faintly: some stitched in silver thread, others etched in enamel and jewels.
But none bore the crest of the Ministry.
Not a single Ministry official had appeared on the high benches today—except one.
Isabella Voclain, Minister of Magic for all of France, sat qu ...
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