Harry was just helping himself to a baked potato when Professor Quirrell came sprinting into the
hall, his turban askew and terror on his face. Everyone stared
as he reached Professor
Dumbledore’s chair, slumped against the table, and gasped, “Troll — in the dungeons — thought
you ought to know.”
He then sank to the floor in a dead faint.
There was an uproar. It took several purple firecrackers exploding from the end of Professor
Dumbledore’s wand to bring silence.
“Prefects,” he rumbled, “lead your Houses back to the dormitories immediately!”
Percy was in his element.
“Follow me! Stick together, first years! No need to fear the troll if you follow my orders! Stay
close behind me, now. Make way, first years coming through!
Excuse me, I’m a prefect!”
“How could a troll get in?” Harry asked as they climbed the stairs.
“Don’t ask me, they’re supposed to be really stupid,” said Ron. “Maybe Peeves let it in for a
Halloween joke.”
They passed different groups of people hurrying in different directions. As they jostled their way
through a crowd of confused Hufflepuffs, Harry suddenly grabbed Ron’s arm.
“I’ve just thought — Hermione.”
“What about her?”
“She doesn’t know about the troll.”
Ron bit his lip.
“Oh, all right,” he snapped. “But Percy’d better not see us.”
Ducking down, they joined the Hufflepuffs going the other way, slipped down a deserted side
corridor, and hurried off toward the girls’ bathroom. They had just turned the
corner when they
heard quick footsteps behind them.
“Percy!” hissed Ron, pulling Harry behind a large stone griffin.
Peering around it, however, they saw not Percy but Snape. He crossed the corridor and
disappeared from view.
“What’s he doing?” Harry whispered. “Why isn’t he down in the dungeons with the rest of the
teachers?”
“Search me.”
Quietly as possible, they crept along the next corridor after Snape’s fading footsteps.
“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 wasn’t about to come out of it.
With one great leap, Harry managed to grab the key, slam the door, and lock it.
“
Yes!
”
Flushed with their victory, they started to run back up the passage, but as they reached the corner
they heard something that made their hearts stop — a high, petrified scream — and it was
coming from the chamber they’d just chained up.
“Oh, no,” said Ron, pale as the Bloody Baron.
“It’s the girls’ bathroom!” Harry gasped.
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