In the empty Hogwarts Library, Roy took advantage of being alone to push several library tables together into one enormous table. After spreading out all several hundred books in the library related to spatial magic across the giant surface, large enough for four people to lie on, Roy threw himself into a literal sea of books and began searching through the vast ocean of words for the wisdom of ancient people regarding spatial transportation.
Roy, buried in the library, still had no idea what Mia had gone off to do. He did not think much of it. Like a worker on an assembly line, he mechanically and rapidly picked up different books one after another. Most of them, he simply flipped open at random, skimmed for a glance or two, then closed and casually tossed aside.
There was no helping it. Hogwarts Library had far too many books. Worse still, in the wizarding world, most books gave no hint of their contents from their titles alone. Their quality also varied wildly, meaning the vast majority of them were useless for Roy's spell development.
All morning, the only thing Roy did was sit in the library and keep flipping through books. When someone was intensely focused, their perception of time became less acute. The whole morning passed in the blink of an eye, and Roy, whose mental energy had been severely drained, soon felt his stomach start to growl.
After carefully finishing an untitled book that had been somewhat helpful to him, Roy closed it and stood up from the book-covered table.
"God, the wizarding world is way too inconvenient without search engines or the internet! There are all these books with bizarre titles, plus so many without titles at all. If you want to look up anything remotely complex, you