The moment the doorway appeared, Harry immediately looked at Vizet and grinned. "We did it!"
He eagerly pushed open the door, but a strange smell rushed into his nose, making him instinctively take a step back and hold his breath.
"Water Separation Charm!"
Vizet's voice came from behind him. A transparent membrane enveloped Harry's entire body, and the strange smell instantly vanished.
"Thanks!" Harry turned and smiled at Vizet, noticing that Vizet already had his Wand in hand and had assumed a guarded stance.
His heart skipped a beat, and he immediately felt a little embarrassed. He hurriedly drew his own Wand and gripped it tightly.
Imitating Vizet's posture, he vigilantly swept his gaze across the surroundings.
When Professor McGonagall had offered him career advice, he had spoken with her about his aspirations and learned just how much effort it took to become an Auror.
And the stance Vizet displayed now perfectly matched Harry's image of an Auror. It was not mere nervousness, but a fighting habit forged through hardship.
Just like something Professor Moody often said before—Always Stay Vigilant.
Vizet had always put that into practice, while Harry had failed to do so.
With that thought, he focused even harder and raised his alertness as much as possible, unwilling to let the earlier mishap happen again.
The two stepped through the doorway one after the other. Recalling Professor Moody's lessons, Harry turned his head and looked around, taking in the room's exact condition.
Faced with the sight before him, he could not help exclaiming, "It's so huge... It's practically a cathedral!"
As far as he could see, there were not only discarded pieces of furniture, but also stacks upon stacks of tattered books, all sorts of Prank Items, and rotting Potion Ingredients inside bottles and jars...
Thousands upon thousands