As Harry grumbled, they arrived at the entrance to a new door. His attention snapped back into focus, and he drew his wand, ready for anything.
The moment the door opened, a nauseating stench poured out from beyond it. The smell seemed familiar, but the last time he'd encountered it, it had been much fainter. Even standing at the doorway, Harry's eyes were watering from the stink.
He turned to look at Ezio. The man had a bubble over his head and was completely unaffected by the curse.
"Q-quick... cast a Bubble-Head Charm on me..." Harry pinched his nose and asked Ezio for help. Once the little bubble covered him too, Harry finally dared to breathe.
"I swear, if I ever run into another disgusting creature like a Troll, I'm going to give it a real beating next time!"
Fuming, Harry spat at the Troll lying unconscious inside the room after being beaten senseless by that thief. This one was bigger than the one they'd encountered on Halloween, especially in the head. With a huge lump on it, its head was nearly the size of a football. It was definitely a genius among Trolls.
They stepped over the Troll's body and came to the door it had been guarding. This time, though, there were no traps in the brightly lit room. There was only a table in the middle, with seven oddly shaped bottles lined up on it.
"Professor Snape must have set this up."
Harry guessed immediately. As soon as they stepped inside, magical flames sprang up in the doorway behind them and the opening ahead. The flames in front were black, while those behind them were purple. They were trapped in the room.
"Maybe I can figure out what kind of Potions are in these bottles?"
Harry knew