The commotion caused by Luna had eased the tension among the four of them.
Even Hermione, who had been the most bashful about last night, started to engage with Alaric more actively.
But now was not the time for casual conversation.
Alaric pulled out his wand and approached the vast labyrinth of junk before him.
Hermione, Luna, and Cho Chang stood behind him, their faces filled with anticipation.
Alaric took a deep breath and looked at the chaotic mess before him as if to imprint it firmly in his memory.
Then, he inhaled deeply and began to wave his wand.
As he swung the powerful wand, a blue-white light suddenly emerged from its tip, growing brighter with each motion.
The light traced complex and continuous patterns through the air.
"Ultimate Cleaning Spell!" Alaric shouted.
As he cast the spell, an invisible wave seemed to emanate from the wand, spreading outward.
This wave swept over the vast garbage dump, gradually covering the entire room.
The scene seemed to freeze.
The light from the wand dimmed, yet nothing seemed to happen.
Was the spell ineffective?
This was what the girls were thinking.
They could tell that Alaric had modified the cleaning spell, but the current lack of visible results made them doubt its effectiveness.
Just as Cho Chang was about to voice her impatience, a sudden thunderous roar erupted from the room.
The sound was so abrupt that it startled everyone.
The girls looked around in a panic, trying to identify the source of the noise.
However, they soon realized that there was no single source of the sound.
Rather, the sound seemed to come from all directions at once.
"What's happening?"
Hermione shouted in alarm, her sharp magical senses detecting that something extraordinary was about to happen.
There was no answer.
In the next moment, the entire room seemed to start "moving."
No, the room's doors, windows, floors, walls, and ceiling remained stationary.
But everything else in the room began to move.
Yes, everything.
In the labyrinth of treasure and junk, every item, from every cabinet, box, chair, book, weapon, and bottle, even the tiniest objects, began to move spontaneously.
The noise they had heard earlier was the result of all these objects rubbing against each other.
Only then did the girls realize what had happened after Alaric cast the spell.
The Ultimate Cleaning Spell had not failed; it was simply taking effect slowly due to the vast number of items in the room.
Initially, the items moved only slightly or showed signs of moving.
As time passed, the force and speed of movement increased, and the true effect became evident.
From barely perceptible movement and faint noise to more pronounced motion, the friction sounds grew louder and finally, the objects began to float in the air.
Yes, with increasing intensity, everything started to soar through the air toward its designated place.
What unfolded before them was a scene like no other.
Countless pieces of junk, ranging in size and type, flew around in the air.
Bottles, hats, boxes, chairs, books, weapons, brooms, baseball bats, and various other treasures and trash whirled around, their flight paths chaotic and dazzling.
Yet, amidst this chaotic display, there was an eerie sense of order.
No two items collided in mid-air.
This phenomenon occurred in every corner of the enormous room.
It was as if each item had its own perception, avoiding collisions and any accidental impact.
Even the most skilled Muggle pilots would struggle to ensure perfect navigation in such a scenario, akin to piloting a massive spacecraft through an asteroid field.
What made it even harder was that these "asteroids" didn't follow simple orbits but had their own complex trajectories intersecting in intricate patterns.
No matter how advanced the calculations, even with the most powerful computers, predicting the flight paths of millions of objects with absolute precision was impossible.
Perhaps only a true deity or the very fabric of reality could control such a phenomenon.
Indeed, what they were witnessing was a miracle unique to magic.
After several seconds of dazzling aerial displays, the objects gradually sorted themselves into categories.
As time passed, the flying debris decreased until everything had been neatly organized and no more items were in motion.
At this moment, the four, still dazed from the spectacle, could finally appreciate the transformed room.
The space that was once a massive junkyard and maze now resembled a gigantic warehouse or a well-organized archive.
Everything was sorted into categories.
For instance, the leftmost section housed various bottles—flasks, beakers, test tubes, and necked bottles—all neatly arranged by type and size.
The potion bottles were placed behind this section.
Books were arranged in an orderly fashion, row upon row, resembling a grand library.
Each book was categorized by type, and with labels on the shelves, it could immediately function as a library.
Alaric thought that after finding the Horcruxes, he could explore the bookshelves for additional resources.
In summary, under his magic, the room had been completely transformed and was now ready for the search for Horcruxes.
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