Wade's Wand moved lightly in his hand, like a conductor's baton.
In an instant, something marvelous happened:
Rough tape and crisscrossed bandages were undone by invisible deft hands. Mismatched gears and twisted wires clattered to the floor, while the crabs' joints, once twisted out of place, gradually stretched back out.
In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen Cleaning Crabs seemed to have had a rewind button pressed. They silently and smoothly came apart, turning into components scattered across the floor.
"Ah!"
Filch cried out in distress, then quickly clamped his mouth shut, afraid of disturbing Wade's repairs.
Gears, bearings, shells, joints... components large and small lay spread across the floor, gleaming with the distinctive sheen of metal and giving off a peculiar kind of beauty.
Then Wade took out his Pencil Case and opened it, tipping it downward. All kinds of Alchemical Materials that the Golems in the space had processed beforehand poured out, forming a small pile in moments.
Wade studied the materials for a moment, then waved his Wand again and softly recited a spell.
As the spell echoed through the room, the materials began to move as though they had been given life. Silver threads slithered toward broken joints; thin sheets of metal gently curled themselves up; crystals rolled about with cheerful clinks, searching for their proper places.
Under the guidance of Magic Power, the components scattered across the floor assembled themselves, making faint, pleasant clicking sounds. Filch stood there with his mouth wide open, staring stupidly at the sight before him.
When the last glimmer of magic sank into the crabs' shells, the dozen or so Cleaning Crabs on the floor looked completely renewed—if anything, even prettier than before. Their eyes glowed softly, and their bodies gave off a cheerful hum.
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