Brook transformed into Quirrell's appearance, leaned back in his chair, and closed his eyes to rest.
Every so often, he glanced at the Marauder's Map to confirm Dumbledore's location.
Not until two hours later did the ink dot representing Dumbledore finally disappear from the Marauder's Map.
Only then did Brook rise and roll his somewhat stiff neck.
He left the office and strode toward the Third Floor Corridor.
Just like that night.
He easily reached the Flying Keys challenge.
He saw two broomsticks placed beside the heavy oak door—Cleansweep Sevens.
His face immediately filled with disdain.
Dumbledore was broke, huh!
Even the Flying Broomsticks had been downgraded.
Even so, he put the broomsticks away.
There were already six Nimbus 2000s and two Cleansweep Sevens lying in his ring.
Including Harry's.
The Gryffindor Quidditch team's Flying Broomsticks were all accounted for.
Every last one had been plucked from Dumbledore.
Brook then arrived at the Giant Chessboard challenge.
The moment he stepped into the room, the pitch-black chamber lit up in an instant.
A massive chessboard filled the entire room.
Black and white chess pieces stood neatly arrayed on either side.
Each piece stood two meters tall.
Clearly, winning the game was the only way through.
Brook had no interest in chess, and with his skill level, he probably could not win anyway.
So he transformed into a bee again and flew across close to the high vaulted ceiling.
However, when he entered the next room, a foul stench rushed straight at him.
It knocked him to the ground, stars dancing before his eyes as his stomach churned violently.
A Troll even bigger than the one he had seen on Halloween.
It was leaning against the wall, picking at its enormous toes.
Brook quickly changed back into Quirrell's appearance, and a transparent