The moment the doorway appeared, Harry immediately looked at Wizet and broke into a grin. "It worked!"
He eagerly pushed open the door, only for a strange smell to rush at him. He instinctively took a step back and held his breath sharply.
"Water-Separation Air-Combining Charm!"
Wizet's voice came from behind him. A transparent membrane enveloped Harry's body, and the strange smell instantly vanished.
"Thanks!" Harry turned back and smiled at Wizet. He noticed that Wizet already had his wand in hand and had assumed a guarded stance.
Harry's heart tightened, and he suddenly felt a little embarrassed. He hurriedly drew his own wand and gripped it tightly.
Imitating Wizet's posture, he vigilantly scanned his surroundings.
When Minerva McGonagall had offered him career advice, he had spoken to her about his aspirations and learned just how much effort it took to become an Auror.
And the stance Wizet displayed now clearly matched Harry's impression of an Auror. It was not mere nervousness, but a fighting habit forged through training.
Just like something Professor Moody often said before—constant vigilance.
Wizet had always put that principle into practice, while Harry had failed to do so.
With that in mind, Harry focused even harder and raised his guard as much as possible, unwilling to let the earlier accident happen again.
The two stepped through the doorway one after the other. Recalling Professor Moody's lessons, Harry turned his head and surveyed the surroundings, observing the room in detail.
Faced with the sight before him, he could not help exclaiming, "It's so huge... It's practically like a cathedral!"
As far as his eyes could see, there were not only abandoned pieces of furniture, but stacks upon stacks of battered books, all kinds of prank items, and rotten potion ingredients in bottles and jars...
Thousands upon