"Retiactare!*" Harry cried as he pointed his wand at the slow and old key, instantly a fishing net trapped the key they wanted, along with maybe ten others, on the floor, grinning he pulled they one they wanted out from the net before vanishing it and releasing all the strays. Smirking over his shoulder Harry ran to the door, the key struggling in his hand. He rammed it into the lock and turned, it worked. The moment the lock had clicked open, the key took flight again, looking very battered now that it had been caught.