Harry peeked into the room for the weighting of the wands, shut the door, and opened it again.

And again.

And again

In the end he stood outside the door, dumbfounded while staring at the ceiling, questioning all his life choices which led up to this moment.

Because no matter how many times how many times he reopened that door, there was Mayumi, hanging up-side-down from the ceiling with a GoPro strapped to her head and mic stick in hand.