Before my father vanquished Voldemort, the wizard community was a community that lived in fear, afraid of the ghost of what they thought was a deceased enemy.  He brought ruin and destruction when he arose from the dead, and none could stop him. Luck prevented him from causing more harm, but luck is a fickle companion, as my father knew. We can't rely on luck again. With a heavy heart, I bring in new restrictions on the use of magic, but I feel it is necessary to keep old evils at bay and prevent new ones from rising up.Redacted Ministry Archives.