In a flash of purple, the jinx was dismantled and a wave cascaded through the web that swept through the walls of Avalon. "No more will we have Voldemort hanging over our heads like an executioner axe. This is but a mere fraction of what I offer to Magical Britain. We must strive forward. For if we don’t, magical society won’t survive the coming future." It was vague, but telling the public the truth about the wane in magic because of their stupidity for outlawing rituals and fear of technology, would not be good so early into my rulership. Not with a major war on the horizon.