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"
All
right
?
"
Harry
whispered
.
"
Go
on
.
"
Harry
pushed
it
open
.
A
disgusting
smell
filled
their
nostrils
,
making
both
of
them
pull
their
robes
up
over
their
noses
.
Eyes
watering
,
they
saw
,
flat
on
the
floor
in
front
of
them
,
a
troll
even
larger
than
the
one
they
had
tackled
,
out
cold
with
a
bloody
lump
on
its
head
.
"
I
'm
glad
we
did
n't
have
to
fight
that
one
,
"
Harry
whispered
as
they
stepped
carefully
over
one
of
its
massive
legs
.
"
Come
on
,
I
ca
n't
breathe
.
"
He
pulled
open
the
next
door
,
both
of
them
hardly
daring
to
look
at
what
came
next
--
but
there
was
nothing
very
frightening
in
here
,
just
a
table
with
seven
differently
shaped
bottles
standing
on
it
in
a
line
.
"
Snape
's
,
"
said
Harry
.
"
What
do
we
have
to
do
?
"
They
stepped
over
the
threshold
,
and
immediately
a
fire
sprang
up
behind
them
in
the
doorway
.
It
was
n't
ordinary
fire
either
;
it
was
purple
.
At
the
same
instant
,
black
flames
shot
up
in
the
doorway
leading
onward
.
They
were
trapped
.
"
Look
!
"
Hermione
seized
a
roll
of
paper
lying
next
to
the
bottles
.
Harry
looked
over
her
shoulder
to
read
it
:
Danger
lies
before
you
,
while
safety
lies
behind
,
