How much time passed, Harry didn’t know. He was so absorbed in fighting the automatons again and again that he lost track of it, and he only stopped when his stomach growled. Sweat dripped off his body like buckets, his breathing was deep and hard and he was leaning against his sword heavily. Yet in spite of his exhaustion, Harry had never felt better before. He was still grinning when he sent the automatons back to where he’d found them, and after drinking from a bottle of water that materialised on a small table, he decided to call it a day.