Douglas pointed his wand toward the air.
"Three."
"Two."
"One."
Across an immense geographical distance, the two achieved mental resonance.
Their perfect coordination activated the Maximum-Power Transporting Charm.
A black hole appeared within the cloth bag.
An immense spatial pull abruptly descended upon the vault.
The wealth covering the floor was swept away.
The Galleons on the ground were caught in a gale.
The Silver Sickles and Knuts also broke free of gravity.
Every coin surged wildly upward.
Like a river bursting its banks, they gathered in midair into a dazzling metallic vortex.
Precious jeweled necklaces were forcibly dragged along.
Ancient family heirlooms collided violently in the air with crisp ringing sounds.
Even the heavy goblin armor could not resist the suction.
Whatever other magic these objects possessed,
against a force simulating that of the natural universe,
they were all swept helplessly into that miniature transport passage.
Douglas stood at the center of the metallic storm.
The gale whipped up the hem of his clothes.
In less than a minute,
the storm subsided.
The Lestrange family's main vault, once piled high with riches,
had suffered an unprecedented disaster.
It had been utterly stripped bare.
Not a single Knut could be found on the bare flagstone floor.
Only a few Golden Earthworms that never saw sunlight crawled about in panic.
Douglas raised his left hand and snapped his fingers.
Its work finished, the transport bag shrank once more.
It obediently dropped neatly back into his palm.
Douglas tossed and caught it twice.
Satisfied, he tucked it back at his waist.
"Even cleaner than a vacuum cleaner."
Bill let out a deeply resigned sigh over the communication channel.
"Looking at these astronomical sums coming through,"
"Old Dao,"
"even if that lunatic Rodolphus gets released now,"
"he'll have no choice but to beg