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"
He
's
heading
for
the
third
floor
,
"
Harry
said
,
but
Ron
held
up
his
hand
.
"
Can
you
smell
something
?
"
Harry
sniffed
and
a
foul
stench
reached
his
nostrils
,
a
mixture
of
old
socks
and
the
kind
of
public
toilet
no
one
seems
to
clean
.
And
then
they
heard
it
--
a
low
grunting
,
and
the
shuffling
footfalls
of
gigantic
feet
.
Ron
pointed
--
at
the
end
of
a
passage
to
the
left
,
something
huge
was
moving
toward
them
.
They
shrank
into
the
shadows
and
watched
as
it
emerged
into
a
patch
of
moonlight
.
It
was
a
horrible
sight
.
Twelve
feet
tall
,
its
skin
was
a
dull
,
granite
gray
,
its
great
lumpy
body
like
a
boulder
with
its
small
bald
head
perched
on
top
like
a
coconut
.
It
had
short
legs
thick
as
tree
trunks
with
flat
,
horny
feet
.
The
smell
coming
from
it
was
incredible
.
It
was
holding
a
huge
wooden
club
,
which
dragged
along
the
floor
because
its
arms
were
so
long
.
The
troll
stopped
next
to
a
doorway
and
peered
inside
.
It
waggled
its
long
ears
,
making
up
its
tiny
mind
,
then
slouched
slowly
into
the
room
.
"
The
keys
in
the
lock
,
"
Harry
muttered
.
"
We
could
lock
it
in
.
"
"
Good
idea
,
"
said
Ron
nervously
.
They
edged
toward
the
open
door
,
mouths
dry
,
praying
the
troll
was
n't
about
to
come
out
of
it
.
With
one
great
leap
,
Harry
managed
to
grab
the
key
,
slam
the
door
,
and
lock
it
.
